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delirium + taroJun 23, 2023 23:40:17 GMT -5
miyake momoka
oh, it's no big deal...
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the trek to the village hidden by rain took several days of waterlogged struggle.[break][break]

momoka doesn't like to complain. in most cases, she keeps as quiet as possible so as to not disturb her superiors, but this journey, in particular, had begun to get to her. the humidity makes her ears feel weird, it raises the fur on her tail into pinprick needles. her discomfort is obvious, but the jounin she is traveling with, known only as norio, takes no notice. or, perhaps he does notice, and simply fails to care. [break][break]

it's not all bad, though. truly, amegakure no sato is a marvel to behold. even in the slums, where norio has decided to drop her off while he conducts "serious shinobi business", momoka cannot help but stop and stare at the skyscraping towers made of steel and willpower. she takes brief moments to herself in the midst of a wide throng of people to wonder in silence how these structures stand so tall in the first place, how any base could be large enough to support such great mass. then she reminds herself of the familiar mountains she calls home, and she realizes that maybe the two villages aren't so different. there must be a reason they are allies, after all. is it the hope for a better future? the loyalty to the designs of the past? or perhaps they are similar in the fact that both villages are willing to raze mountains and erect skyscrapers in an effort to eke out whatever life they rightfully deserve.[break][break]

of course, the blush-hued maiden is too distracted by her wonder to notice wandering hands as a much taller man abruptly crashes into her from behind. he stabilizes her much smaller body with the palm of his hand placed on the small of her back, and through a whispered "sorry" pushed through the gaps of his teeth, he leaves her, disappearing into the crowd. momoka barely has time to blink before she realizes her wallet is, in fact, gone.[break][break]

"oh," she murmurs to herself. panic laces the edge of her breath. "oh no."[break][break]

immediately, she begins pushing through the crowd, but the sheer number of bodies in the slum marketplace outweighs her minuscule amount of strength and force of personality. after moments of struggle, the only thing she can do is throw her voice above the crowd, tail lashing like a whip behind her. "my wallet!" she cries, accusing. "that man stole my wallet!"[break][break]

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delirium + taroJun 24, 2023 0:22:41 GMT -5
Gima Taro
I'll never go down easy
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age 18 years old birthday September 6th rank Genin occupation Genin
Taro was busy today. Or at least, that's what he'd like to say. In truth, he was a lot less busy then he should be- Guard duty, to be specific. Not really a mission so much as it was a job, Taro was sent to watch the city from above, to be diligent, to make sure every man and woman was safe--

And here he was sharpening a kunai on a funny looking rock. Real nice. Classy. In truth, he got lost in the city easy. He wasn't really any better at getting around then anyone else was- Even in a modernized society like Amegakure, he still came from years in a family where it was mostly fishing poles and hand drawn carts. So when he tried to explain he'd be terrible for this job, he figured his superiors would understand.


...They did not, however, understand. Nor did they care. I mean, it wasn't surprising, he still had a job to do after all- He couldn't get out of this duty simply because he couldn't do it well- It just meant he was assigned a rather boring task in the grand scheme of things. In this case, it was watching for thieves.

Amegakure was a wealthy society, sure, but wealth attracted fiends. The better the conditions of living, the wider the gap got between the poor and the rich. And Amegakure was no exception to this. A den of thugs were around every wretched corner- Hidden away like rats in a gutter. The brutal truth of industrialization was that it left a lot of homes broken, and no amount of skyscrapers could fix that.

Still, when Taro heard a shriek and a cry, he was surprised. He didn't actually expect anyone to get robbed while he was on duty, or even pick pocketed. So he dang well nearly dropped his kunai- The rock itself falling a few stories below and landing in some trash- As he hopped up onto his feet and scanned the crowd.

Pink hair, sheesh. She stood out well. His eyes examined over her figure for a moment, before he tried to find the culprit of crime. A sharp eye struck out towards the crowd, and although it took him a good twenty seconds, he could see the man running through heads as he tried to make his escape.

Perfect. Pulling the blades out of his ODMG, he'd zip line himself forward, rocketing across from building to building as he moved over the crowds of people. He said nothing- Surprise was an element he wanted to keep after all- And it played to his advantage here, as he twisted his weapons in his hands. Pickpocket, huh? Well, he wouldn't kill him, but... One of the hooks slammed into the ground next to him, causing quite the startle from the would-be-thief.

And in the next moment, like a flash of lightning, a loud clank was heard as the man was smacked on the back of the head, flopping to the ground unconscious.

Taro stood, defiant, strong, brave- Having easily dealt with this... Okay, maybe not all that great. He was half on the ground in pain, having absolutely flunked the landing and twisted his ankle in a way it should not go- As he cursed out loud.

But hey... The wallet was on the ground at least, for one lovely cat to come and pick up. There was an attempt to be a hero. That's like, just as good, right?
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delirium + taroJun 24, 2023 22:55:59 GMT -5
miyake momoka
oh, it's no big deal...
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something whizzes by far overhead. momoka hears it far before she sees it—her ears twitch, perk up, almost unfold from where they gently rest against the hair-covered curve of her forehead. then, she feels it, from the tiny bits of debris crumbling from the nearby buildings to which an unknown savior has attached a hook to a nearby, derelict building. then, finally, her inquisitive amber eyes lock onto the blurred silhouette of a boy racing forward through the air, leaving a rush of wind in his wake that assaults both momoka and the throng of civilians below him. starstruck, she watches this light-haloed display for longer than she'd like to admit. she can hardly move her feet she's so awestruck. even her lashing, panicked tail stills for a moment, as if in an effort to focus all of her attention on this stranger. who could this boy possibly be?[break][break]

there's no time to ponder this question any further. thunk, whap. two sounds of concussive force echo further ahead and shock momoka out of her reverie. is it possible that her wallet is saved?[break][break]

momoka looks to escape the suffocating throng of people she's found herself in the midst of, but her minute frame fails to break through the sea of wayward limbs, clothing, and bags. it's at this point that she turns her eyes upward, seeking another path to her destination. she finds it in the form of a sheer cement wall to her right, just above the bustling heads of the crowd. she narrows her eyes, bends her knees, wiggles her hips a little bit, and gauges the distance between her and the wall. calculations run behind her eyes for a precious few seconds before, like a spring has been placed beneath her feet, she leaps for the wall. when all four of her limbs connect with it, from the palms of her hands to the soles of her feet, she springs from it in another direction, redirecting the force of her leap up and over the crowd. she lands only a few feet away from where the pickpocketer lies unconcious in a muffled crouch, her tail puffed up as if afflicted by static electricity and her slitted pupils blown wide enough to cover her irises. as soon as she sees her wallet abandoned on the ground, her pupils return to slits.[break][break]

momoka quickly leaps for the wallet with palpable joy, and then holds it up in her palms, a small pink pocketbook with cutesy charms hung from the edges. she relishes in the ecstasy of retrieving it for a few moments, but her mind quickly turns to exactly who relinquished her wallet from the hands of its captor. her eyes slowly shift towards the ground next to the man to find...[break][break]

the boy! she wants to drag him into the tightest embrace she has ever given to anyone, eyes filling with moisture from the sheer relief swelling in her heart, but a palpable pause stretches between her and him as she notices the pain on his face. is he... hurt?[break][break]

"oh no," she stammers, crouching down astride him, rapidly pulling her wallet back into her big, bulky jacket pockets. "are you okay? are you hurt? please tell me you didn't get hurt for me!"

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delirium + taroJun 25, 2023 4:41:57 GMT -5
Gima Taro
I'll never go down easy
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age 18 years old birthday September 6th rank Genin occupation Genin
Action. Taro's mind was on action. Finally, he had a chance to fight. To work. To do something that wasn't sitting around waiting for things to start. And just like that, it had ended. No, worse. It hadn't just ended, it'd ended with him totally screwing the landing.

He limped to his feet as he looked over at the woman who had jumped to- Well, gather her things. To make note was her ears and tail- Most people, and that is to say the vast majority of people- Didn't have tails or ears. In fact, he couldn't, through hundreds of people he'd met in his lifetime, maybe thousands, remember a single one who had both. Horns, sure. But tails? Ears?

Confusion rocked the mans form as she spoke up and asked if he was okay. Was he okay? He heard her, but he glanced down at his own ankle, which was now rather swollen beneath the boot. He sighed, shaking his head as he finally spoke.

"It's- Fine. Lets-" He grabbed her by the shoulder and let the pickpocket be caught up in the crowd as he tugged her off to the side, where they were safe from the rain and hustle and bustle of the city.

"Ow. Do you have a name, or...?" He glanced over her form, and of course made note of the band that showed her allegiance. Right. He hadn't spoken to many outside the village before, let alone from others.

He half sat down, placing his equipment to the side with him as he ran his hands over his sore ankle, shaking his head.

"You're a Shinobi? What are you doing here in Amegakure?" Observations at best.
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