[Kimura Inari]

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The port city was a joy to be in, even at this time of year. The sea air was fresh and while it was not a place Inari would visit much in the winter months, it was a place she enjoyed in the summer. However, as things were now, she would rather visit it and enjoy the less busy city while she could. Who knew, she might even make a friend or two along the way. Kasumi had said the exposure to different kinds of nature was good, it could help find her place of peace. A Zen. Whatever you called it. Inari could sit still fine, but at the moment she reaped very little reward from it which wasn't in the form of aching joints and sore muscles from the static position. [break][break]
Inari had braided her red hair into a simple fishtail braid which rested comfortable against her back, her attire was warm and practical. Sturdy boots on her feet and a scarf around her neck. A bag was at her side, the strap across her body. She rested one a gloved hand on the bag as she walked down the pier, her mocha eyes gazing out at the horizon, the shades of orange faintly painted on the sky and hinting at the coming darkness. [break] [break]
She would end up entering a restaurant- bar combination where she would find a seat by a window from which she could look out at the seat. A waiter came to her table and she ordered some water before she asked if the waiter knew any good places where she could rent a bed and room. Her trek here had taken a bit longer than she would have liked and while she should probably have secured some lodging before sightseeing and dinner, her stomach had decided to take it in a different order today.

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[Hozuki Sango]

"Are we there yet?” Sango moaned and groaned to the rhythm of the sea.


"Ask again--you’re losing teeth.”


"......” Her body dragged itself down with her arms staying on the wood, tears flowing from her eyes in despair.


All the traveling she had to do and she still couldn’t stomach a boat ride.


The grizzled captain looked exhausted. Sango was in her "moods. He considered her VIP, but even this was getting ridiculous.


"When are you going to grow the fuck up and get over this shit?” He folded his arms and shook his head. He looked down at her with pity. "It’s embarrassing now-- get up,” as he dropped his center of gravity to accommodate Sango's size, they locked arms.


"Who died and made you the Steward of Sea Sickness?” She wasn’t very happy even with the extra boost. A miserable fate, born in Mizu of all places?


Sango used the wooden railing as support, her large frame hunched over in pain. A deep inhale here and there. Her mind needed to wander off the beautiful sunkissed water in front of her, an underappreciated wonder that still managed to ruin the day.


She held on with a tight grip, the pain numbing her nausea or something she convinced herself to feel better. "Oh and tell me more about the city. I’m going after-”


"Goda Seiichi. The Refined Son--what a name!” The captain could hardly contain his sarcasm. The sorry sight of Sango hurt his eyes at this point, worse than the age did. He walked away from her, motioning her to follow him down to the cabins.


It was still.


A ship that was loved, it was easy to tell. A luxury travel boat that was stockpiled with explosives, armor, weapons and medical supplies. Her job was to take it to one of the mid-level bosses in some organization known as the Ribāu~ōkā or the Riverwalkers. They had multiple legitimate businesses that would mix in the shipments with what Sango brought for a price fixed by her employer, where then it would move to the real destination in Sagyo. She didn’t care about who or what was involved when her coffers were filled. The world loved her for her being thorough and focused on the money.


She anticipated that the search would take her all the way to Sagyo unless it was a good day for him to make a mistake and show up in person. Her main goal was to run up a tab at the nearest bar. It always worked out in the end anyway.


Walking with no sense of urgency down the wooden steps into the captain's quarters, a small desk with shelves overhead was on the immediate left upon entering the room. A jar of those light up bugs for late night reading.


A large bed, some sort of chair and soft silk furniture to highlight the extravagance on the unforgiving seas topped off the list of notable features. A tiny window over the bed provided an opening to let out the tobacco pipe smell, rough winds wrestling for control against the smoke rings that sailed through the air.


Captain Mizuki relaxed himself in the middle of his intimacy with the pipe, a calm exhale that drained the tension out of the muscles like a newborn child. "A businessman who has the acumen to match his bloodlust. The stereotypical, hold you by the balls and call me daddy kind of guy,” He paused for a moment to take a hit, letting Sango get her laughter out. He was being mostly serious but saw the humor. "Now what do you want with him? He’s exploded the local economy by going legal on the top side!” Mizuki did not exactly believe that the end justifies the means though it seemed too violent of an end for him.


"Look, whether he is solving hunger for orphans or paying grannies under the table to knit his socks, it’s all business. He screwed a guy over and now I’m here, simple as that,” She snatched the tobacco away from him.


A headrush as fleet footed as her lifespan. How else could you cope with facing death multiple times a week?





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As the sky started to adopt an orange tint, the port city of Minato Jichitai came into view, her waters filled to the brim with ships and swimmers alike. They passed by the large fishing parties without much trouble, their vessels immense size in comparison to what was normal in the city's local waters made many sailors move out of the way while those that needed to be concerned showed up on the pier. Eventually, the crew threw over an anchor and they began to unload the cargo.


Sango and the Captain shared a nod that signaled understanding. Maybe it was their last voyage, maybe not. She walked down the wooden plank and onto the pier, a 6’5 mountainous man that could only be compared to the Akimichi stood in front of her. He was barking orders, checking papers as fast as he threw them and smelled like fresh fish with a pinch of man. A looker but she had bigger fish to fry.


They locked eyes, "The Sun and the moon shall come together as one at the turn of the day, where the weak pray and…” Sango smirked and let herself trail off as the man ran with the rest of it…


"And where the strong born without silver spoons grow up to eat with silver swords, a beast that is only loyal to luxury,” He firmly gripped her forearm for a warrior’s greeting, lost in the ways of the ninja. His name was Hoichi. They worked a lot together, a valuable proxy in the Ginken when things needed to get moved around. A member of the Daimyo’s family as a piece was huge.


"Nice to see you again Hoichi, you know the rest. I’m off to drink--”


"Already? Ya’ just made land!”


"Yeah yeah yeah, see you later--” Sango left Hoichi and Mizuki to handle the logistics, her break time was now. Goda had something arranged in T-minus three days. Her time to operate was limited but allowed for a round of shots.


The hustle and bustle of the city suited her plans well, lost in the crowd and blended into a phantom of the streets. Nearly blinded by her tunnel vision, a beautiful woman in the window booth caught Sango’s eye. Red hair, fish tail, not the best outfit? Her perfect match. The bar was a good excuse to talk to her.


She walked in and headed straight to the bar to sit down. A strong will let her resist from looking at the red haired woman only once while passing by. Her large frame took up two seats, a woman of her size was hard to miss.


"Get me a Ginger White Lotus and put the pretty lady with red hair over there on my tab, whatever she wants!” Her confidence was clear and admired by a fellow sailor next to her. He had seen a couple of wars, eyepatch and scars that betrayed his youth of thirty-two.


"Haha why ain’t she beautiful! I’ll have to chime in--pretty lady!--wha’chu want dinner tonight? We takin’ care of ya’!”


The whole bar was in an uproar, laughter and joy all balled up into a couple seconds of jokes and piggybacking.

[Kimura Inari]

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She was looking around the place, waiting on a serve to come and pick up her order, but before anything like that could happen her attention was pulled to two yelling individuals. One had pink hair and looked rather dangerous and the other? A sailor if his outfit and looks were anything to go by. And the location of course. A moment would pass where Inari was simply staring at them in surprise, then her cheeks grew red. Oh god. Why. She was not at all prepared for this, she had thought she was pretty incognito in this get up. But then again... She had banked on her looks opening the gates to parties and other establishments before to get closer to her target. She would have to roll with it. She could at least get some food out of it, it seemed. [break][break]

A glance around the room, she felt herself slip into something closer to her old work persona. Soldier, not an individual. Well, almost. However, now she was acutely more aware of the other people here, signs she would deem suspicious clearer and they were kept in mind - their positions and any exposed weapons- as she made her way over to the bar. The pink haired woman was a beast. Someone Inari never hoped to go up against in combat, unless she could keep her distance and do her fighting with a nice gap between them.[break][break]

Inari donned a soft smile. "There is really no need, I can pay for my own meal. But I will gladly share a drink if you want?" She would then order a mojito she could sip on during any conversation the two strangers had to offer. Ianri found a seat next to them. Caramel mocha eyes looked to the woman, then to the man, then she reached over the bar and fished a menu from small heap of menu sheets, letting it consume her attention for a moment as she waited on her drink.

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[Hozuki Sango]

"Okay, okay I see you got a good eye!,” Joked the sailor as he grabbed his old fashioned and downed it all in one shot. A burn sat in his belly that would warm up the avalanches in Yuki No Kuni. He knew he was out of his league even if he wanted to fight for the broad. The weight class was too different for him. He was about 200lbs of solid sea-tested muscle and there was still hesitation on his end.  

In the middle of the jokes, his focus stayed between the bar, and the red haired woman that walked over to their side. She did not look familiar at all, it was unsettling. He posted up as the look out for the last couple of days, the repeat customers were easy enough to remember. Her so? Her looks stand out too well to forget. 

It was easy to tell apart tourists from the locals. The coincidence of Sango and the red haired woman being here at the same time, he did not like it. They both stood out like the sore thumbs of academy students after misbehaving in class.  

Sailor man shook his head with a smile, he grabbed his coat off his chair, a beautiful deep oceanblue color. The material seemed soft to the eye but it had textured leather with a dye, looked sturdy as it did elegant. Putting both arms through the sockets, next came the folding of his collar. A stark dignified contrast. He threw a tip at the bartender and a little extra as he turned towards the door, "Y’all enjoy, the next four are on me--!” He made his exit and headed towards the center of the port city.  

He had to warn someone. Sango cursed in silence at his exit. He was her main ticket to Goda, who bribed the dock men and sailors well to be a part of his operation. She’ll have to circle back and figure something else out. 

The free drinks took the edge off. 

Sango had no words to express her joy, she preyed on his kindness and got herself a 24oz of Snow Plum Sake. It was expensive outside of Yuki No Kuno but worth every brain cell.  

Not too sure what to eat off the menu, she took the opportunity for small talk, "You don’t look like ye’ been here before, passing through the town?” She thumbed through the menu for a little to pass idle time, avoiding the hefty meals in preparation for future scuffles.  

"Mojito kinda gal’? Want a taste of sake, it’ll welcome you right!”

[Kimura Inari]

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The man would make his exit, the blue of his coat hinting at how well he was off. Not all could afford coats of that calibre. It was the stuff Inari had mostly seen in upper society and those who had dealings with it. Some benefit had to be had if you did good work, after all. Especially if the work you did could take on a less than honourable nature. It was not something she should be concerning herself with. Not her business. Not at all. [break][break]

Inari let her eyes go to the woman beside her. Her choice of drink was expensive. Though when you weren't paying everything was cheap, right? Inari would consider the menu for a moment to keep herself occupied and less focused on the unanswered question. What was she doing accepting drinks from a stranger in a city she didn't frequent? Her life could not be that dull, that she had to go outside of Konoha and seek trouble, right? No, she was content with this. Content with a chance at a longer life in exchange for listening to the strange Sage. [break][break]

The pink-haired woman's offer would be considered for a moment, biting a bit at her lower lip as she did. Alcohol was poison in itself and a carrier of it. Her own had been laced more times than she could count. But she had been here from when it was ordered and the woman didn't seem all that malicious. Despite her towering form - and she was not even standing. So she accepted. "Sure, do you want a sip of mine, too, then?" She pushed the mojito towards the woman for her to take if she wanted to trade a bit for the taste of sake. [break][break]

Inari accepted the sake and sipped at it. It was good. She couldn't deny that. The bottle had the mark of a Yuki no kuni trader. She knew those marks all too well. The bitterness festering in her towards the icy nation's militia did not show, even if it did threaten to do so. A quick comment would fix that, veil it as a faint reaction to the bite of the stronger beverage. "It is good. Though I have always found the rice wine to be a bit too strong." And she was really not here to get drunk and deal with a hangover tomorrow. [break][break]

"I'm just passing through. Looking for someone, but I doubt they are anywhere near a city. But I prefer a bed and a warm room over the forest floor, so... here I am."

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Inari would order something easy - fish and some rice- and with a bit of fruit on the side to snack on. It was better than wolfing down too much and going into a food coma. She never could truly indulge as she wished anymore. Not when there was the slightest chance of encountering someone or something dangerous. The former chuunin turned her gaze to the pink haired woman. [break][break]
"What about you? You look like you might belong on the ships docking here~"

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