Practice Thread for Lily

[Hisoka~Aiko (ARGON)]

[Setting]: Many people from different towns and countries have traveled to one peaceful plain in the middle of all territories. They've come as a sort of peace celebration to strengthen the relationships between other countries. The Festival is full of tents and caravans serving the people in many different ways. The air is filled with many different aromas as each area has brought a strange wonderful food know only to their land. Children run about the tents to see the many amazing wonders that this fair has given. The sounds of people playing and event host yelling the next show or greatest game you'll see this once. It's late in the day and the sun has just about fallen on the event in the plains but most everyone is willing to stay up for this one.

Hisoka stay near the outer reaches of the events her clan hosting a tent event her presence was mandatory. Hisoka was never big on getting together with the other villages and towns outside Oto. She felt that by strengthening the home peace could be obtained through countries dependence. Although Hisoka wasn't going to complain or argue her mandatory attendance she just marked it down as mission to assist her land. Luckily though in her mind she didn't have to stay with her clans tent. Instead Hisoka was at a vendor of her village near the end they served a mean spicy noodle made from a rare egg. It wasn't her favorite food but still it kept her content at the loud almost annoying festival.

Even though the noodles were quite good and broth made to perfection few were at the concession stand. Hisoka despite being well disciplined and generally distasteful of strangers was starting to feel lonely. She placed her elbow on the counter to the stand her palm opened facing up so she could rest her face on it. She looked down at the noodles watching the steam slowly rise and dissipate. Her left hand holding her face as her right holds her chop sticks. She shifts the noodles and spices in her bowl to re-arrange her dish to look like a face. "mhhh..." She sighed feeling lonely and bored.

[Iwagime Susu]

My eyes rolled. It was not exactly what I was looking forward to, when I accepted the mission. Conquere. That was the word it was named. But no one ewer sad, conquere by befriending! "KSÓ!"
I sighted and walked pass my tent to the one I knew belonged to Aiko. At least I knew, she must be enjoying this the same way as I do.
My hand rosed to my face and I put a lock of hair behind my ear. They ware cut shortly. Nearly boyish way. It was good for times as this, that my head-protector did not give out which village I was from. It made espionage so much easier. So did my clothes...
There ware brown leather shorts, one of those minis, ending nearly at same spot as they start. Leather jacket, also brown, covered my back and part of my front, but didn't cover my arms. It didn't have slaves. I also wore leather head-protector, tight to my forehead. Its' stainless steel part was sewn-in it, so terrafor, no village ornament is seen on my outfit. My boots ware high, right under my knees and heavy. I also wore leather hand-protectors upper my kote, which was blue and cowers both my hands. My blue shirt, had straps and it ends upper my belly. The blue skirt was log enough to cover my knees and had a split on each side. I also wore a leather ribbon on my left arm
Finally I saw her. Her specific hair color and clothes she wore on all missions. A wide smile rosed on my face and I went up to her. “Hoy! You look like if someone ate your dinner. I know how you feel. I feel the same way abut this....” I was looking for the right word to name it. “Chaos?” I tried guess, how she would have named it.
For how much she knew me... It wasn´t much. She did not really know me. I was a few years younger and so we did not went to school together. Not to speak of I moved to village when I was seven. She just knew me as a smaller kid who came out of no ware and whit one of far relatives of one of the Yakushi calmed she was his daughter.

[sayuri]

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Throughout each person‘s busy life, people should learn that although being busy is very important, relaxation was even more important.

The young pink haired girl stepped off the boat at the dock of a small territory, which connected the major and minor countries alike. She was here for a festival, or for her, a place and time for her to breathe. She had been training and sparring in Kumogakure for far too long and she was in need of a break. She had heard about the festival from the Raikage when it was announced to the Kumo population that there was going to be such an event. It was supposed to be a time where shinobi from all over the world would come together, become acquainted and connecting the countries together. As her Raikage had said ”To strengthen ties, break through barriers and make friends“ Therefore she was very much excited to be there now, not only to enjoy the day ahead but also to make some new friends. She didn‘t have too many shinobi friends even in Kumo so maybe she would be able to meet some from both her village and other villages.

Wow this place is really pretty and nice, though a little too crowded She thought to herself as she made her way down the main street of the city, looking around her. There were children and adults alike on the streets, playing or chatting. Perhaps it was because of the festival that so many people were here. She was wearing her standard kimono, a dark purple color, with her sword sheathed under her light purple obi, her Kumo headband proudly strapped on her forehead. She loved the headband dearly because it was a symbol of what she had accomplished so far. She looked from right to left, looking for some person that she could talk to for directions. Sayuri was horrible with directions especially when at a foreign place. Many of the adults seemed deep in conversation and she hesitated to intervene. And so she continued her journey down the street.

While she was trying to find a person to talk to, she began to realize that she was hungry. The girl hadn’t eaten anything that morning before departing from Kumo and the aroma of noodles now struck her that she was indeed hungry. She followed the aroma of the delicacy and soon arrived at a vendor, selling ramen. Never had she been so happy seeing ramen in her life. It seemed crowded which indicated to her that the place must be popular. As she approached, she searched for a seat, while asking the vendor what was good to eat. The almost expected response was given. ”Everything!” came the familiar reply. She nodded her head and ordered a spicy ramen. She had a special thing for spicy food, especially spicy noodles. Sayuri realized that there was no other seats aside from that of where two girls stood. She walked towards them, observing them closely. They seemed to be shinobi like her, as she eyes them. The girl could not tell from which village other than the fact that their headbands indicated that they were not from Kumo. As she approached them and sat down, she noticed that one girl, a girl with light, short blue hair, was busy consuming her bowl of noodles and the other girl with crisp, brown hair seemed to just be chatting with the other girl. She smiled at them both, bowing to them a little as she sat down. As her bowl of noodles was brought to her, she thanked the vendor and hesitantly tried to make conversation with the two others.

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“Hi, my name is Sayuri and I’m here for the festival. Nice to meet you both!”It was not her forte to start conversation especially with strangers but she hoped the other two wouldn’t mind. She then picks up her chopsticks and began to eat the noodles. They were spicy, nicely-flavored and very good. She smiled to herself as she chewed a mouthful. The girl did have a soft spot for food. But it was definitely a great bowl of ramen![/justify]

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[Hisoka~Aiko (ARGON)]

Hisoka lifts her head as to acknowledge the girl with brown hairs arrival. Hisoka recognized the girl was a fellow Oto ninja but beyond that drew a blank for a name or reference. She smiled as she usually would in greeting although for once their was a bit of truth behind the smile. There was rarely true happiness in Hisoka's greeting smiles as she did them mostly out of practice rarely due to the delight of ones company. "Hi..." She said just loud of enough to be heard clearly. "I'd say chaos might be a little extreme, to describe this collision of cultures. Umm... I hate to be rude but I don't quite remember your name do you mind repeating it for me?" Hisoka asked with a little embarrassment in her voice. In apology though she quickly moved from her seat to give a quick bow of sincerity.

The hustle of people in the tent was rather annoying made it hard for her to be truly alert of the scenario around her. Her pupils dilating in and out rapidly scanning the different layer of people identifying the different ages and levels of ninja. Her ears twitched trying to catch any keywords like kill or ambush. It was too much though for her and she hardly noticed the girl with pink hair enter their little gossip. Startled almost she began building an instant profile of the ninja the 'sneaked in'. 'She's a ninja from kumo... She choose the spicy ramen although that is the name claim of this vendor... She's out of place and without a group of her own... She has no outstanding guard either... threat most likely not...' Hisoka thought to herself. Doing a second quick scan her eyes picking out all other kumo ninja in the area. She began presuming the kumo ninja might be this girls team members and possibly raising her or there threat levels.

Hisoka even though thinking and analyzing had full grasp at everything the girl was saying and every motion she was making. It was one of Hisoka's trained skills, she appeared to be completely void of the world but instead she was just analyzing more of it from a neutral stance not letting herself be distracted. Hisoka threw on her fake smile for ninja girl with pink, but again she could help but mean it just a little as the lonely feeling began to vanish. "Hi! My name is Hisoka, I'm of the Aiko clan. We preform in one the tents around here." She state politely bowing once again towards Sayuri. "It's a pleasure to make your a quintessence Sayuri!"

[sayuri]

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As Sayuri took another chopstick full of ramen, she cringed slightly. This often happened when she felt that someone was eyeing her. In this case, it was none other than the blue hair girl who was sitting beside her. Thoughts were running wild in Sayuri’s head, wondering what was so interesting about her that the other girl had to study her like that. No…study wasn’t really the word she was looking for. It was more like scrutiny. Such thoughts were still in her head when she heard the reply she sought. "Hi! My name is Hisoka, I'm of the Aiko clan. We preform in one the tents around here." Aiko clan? She had never heard of the clan but then she didn’t know that many things in general even what’s been happening in her own village or any of the clans other than the one she belonged to. She felt a little bad because of that but she vowed that she would try her best. She had been focusing entirely too much on herself lately admittedly.

”Nice to meet you too though I have to say that I apologize for not knowing much about your clan. I am from the Hatsuyuki Clan, a clan devoted to using ice.”She had offered the very basic explanation of her clan in case the girl didn’t know anything about her clan like she didn’t about the Aiko. She then realized that she may have found the answer to her queries of the scrutiny she was faced with. Sayuri was from a different village entirely and maybe she was being seen as a threat? This was very reasonable since she knew that if she was in such a situation, she would be this way too. She wondered whether there was a way for her to somehow abolish that, maybe during the conversation she now had beginning with Hisoka. The girl was a very observant person and while Hisoka spoke, she saw that her smile was not really genuine so to speak. This was maybe because of the hostility she had for the Kumo nin. She tried to wave that off and make more conversation, hoping to put both of them at ease. “So I’m from Kumo and I came by myself to this festival. Though I might need a break here and there to breathe and be a normal human being. I’m like a robot.” She giggled at the end of her statement as she had been told she was a robot by even the Raikage at one point.

The girl took another bite of her ramen and again enjoyed it as much as she did before. My goodness did she love food so much! She noticed that she hadn‘t spoken to the other girl, though her introduction was meant for the both of them. She noticed only now more of Hisoka's headband. Sayuri really liked their headband, a music note imprinted on it. She remembered seeing somewhere while she was in the academy about a headband for a village with a music note. She tried to recall that memory, looking away a little as she tried to bring it up from her mind. Oh! I remember now! Oto I think the village is… She was not going to say anything yet in case she was wrong. The sound village was a foreign village for her and she wondered secretly if it was any different from Kumo. She would wait for either or both of the two girls to speak again.

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[Himoto Aimi]

Aimi inhaled, melding her physical energy and mental energy into chakra. The energy swirled inside her stomach as the blood flowing through her veins transformed the chakra. Instantly the warm feeling erupted into an overwhelming heat. The kunoichi acted instinctively, channeling the new plasma chakra up her throat and out. She sprayed the particles high above into the air.

The plasma shot up, its hue shifting color like a liquid prism in the glory of the fading sun. Soon the chakra cooled, the changes of color slowing as they showered outward until a rain of gold and crystal fell upon the dazzled spectators. Adults raised their hands as they tried to catch the celestial snowflakes. Children danced about, playfully dodging the now cooled plasma.

“Thank you for enjoying our show.” Aimi smiled at the crowd. “And before our finale I have one last performance to show.”

The Hitomo clan was one of Konoha’s premiere performers at the fair. Their kekkei genkai allowed them to create unparalleled pyro-techniques. That combined with Aimi’s reputation as part of the International Ninja Squad drew a huge crowd.

Aimi pulled her sleeves of her red kimono up and weaved a dozen signs, creating a huge buildup of Kesshouton chakra. Her cheeks inflated as the pressure built. In one huge blast she fired a colossal ball of superheated plasma high into the air. Higher and higher it rose, waves of luminescent star-stuff falling off. In one boom the ball exploded, a perfect firework in the darkening sky. A cornucopia of light brightened the entire fair.

People cheered. Aimi took a bow. She gestured as her mother, Hitomo Ume, took the stage. The older version of Aimi smiled, clapping along with the crowd as she walked towards her daughter. Aimi returned the grin and leaned in. “I’ve warmed them up. Now blow them away.”

Aimi jogged off the stage. She was starving. Kesshouton jutsu always took it out of her. She spotted a noodle vendor down the street. “Yes!” She pumped her fist and ran to the shop, making her way through the crowd to the counter. “Gimme the hottest, spiciest, and biggest dish you’ve got! I want one of every topping too!”

The vendor grinned, obviously happy for getting a big spender. Aimi looked around as she waited and noticed three other kunoichi next to her, staring at the loud and obnoxious girl. She held out her hand. “Hi. I’m Himoto Aimi.”

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[sayuri]

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Sayuri had not taken any notice of anything that was going on beyond the noodle shop. She was busy eating away at her noodle, consuming the last remnants and almost threatening to eat the bowl too if only it was edible. The young kunoichi wasn’t about to let food pass under her nose without it being consumed. She was almost oblivious to the cheering and clapping of the audience as she quickly drained the bowl of it's contents. Putting the bowl down with a satisfied sigh, she quickly ordered another. Sayuri had a HUGE appetite for someone as skinny as she was. That came with training constantly. It drained her energy and food helped replenish it. She would ignore the momentary glance of the vendor as he whisked her another bowl of ramen. She almost began to attack the bowl the second it was put down in front of her.

She would not look up even when she sensed someone coming, running or walking briskly behind her. Sayuri was still busy eating when she heard the person who she guessed just pass behind her speak. She had a loud voice, indicating to her that she was an obnoxious person. Sayuri gave an inner sigh. She hated obnoxious people especially female obnoxious people. At first the Kumo nin took little notice of the stranger. She then heard her come closer to them and began to speak to them. Oh great…now she’s going to talk...hopefully I'm wrong about her though... Sayuri was not someone who would turn someone away especially a stranger she barely knew. So, she was going to bear with it, look past the bad to the good. She learned that the girl's name Aimi. The pink haired girl would turn her head to acknowledge the girl, give a polite smile and return the favor.

”Nice to meet you, Aimi. My name is Sayuri, Hatsuyuki Sayuri. I’m from Kumogakure no Sato..”

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[Iwagime Susu]

“Iwagime Susu of Yakushi family. But I sough it is something you know at least from the mission board.” I told her and gave her a smile.
After that some girl walked to us and started to introduce herself. I was quiet. She looked like problem all by herself. I looked right at Hisoka. She was actually saying her her real name!
I grasped and looked a little confused. Then I decided. I gave my face the most mean look and a little sadistic smile. “Hi there. I am Iwagime Susu of Iwagime clan.”
If there are something Hisoka really knew about me, it was definitely that I use fathers' clan and not mothers'. Than why was I using it just now and hear?
The girl sad some things about Hisokas' clan and how she does not know it. I gave her a smile and sow another intruder coming to as. Girl in pink.
I hate pink! At least my eyes didn't start to heart at that sight. “Ksó!" I told quiet enough to not be heard.
„Hi there. I am Iwagime Susu of Iwagime clan.” Face changed just a little Now it was kind of arrogant. Like if I and Hisoka ware better then the others. And we ware. At least, that was what I sough. We are from Oto. That alone is enough to say so.
After that I turned to seller and asked him for onigiri, ramen and maki.