Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-25955740-20170817010142/@comment-25955740-20170817011209



Past conversation .

 “ I-I.. I-I.. I want to.. I want to get stronger.. Not for myself.. But.. Those that have no choice what to rely on me.. Even if.. They dislike it.. ” She spoke out, her tender shaky voice danced throughout the hollow-dimlit room, to a male that sat in a chair. Moushi, her servant , had already the completely run down of the events that involved her, he was disinterested at best, as these events simply broke her away from her rituals, birthrites and family tradition—Something Munashi already showed disinterest in.   “ Seek out the book of your blood. As to then, when you accept your blood,

<span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#9900ff;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">you’ll be accepted as kin—Shame, that hasn’t once been your wish. You desire something more atrocious, love of others that aren’t kin, friends that may be ally one moment and foe the next; that young boy that fracture your arm wasn’t enough..? Those that cannot relate to us and our thirteen houses, their lack of understanding is why we will not relate to them, as they will not to us—Sought to only power, cannot you not see? <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” Smooth as silk, his words were far from honey, he addressed <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">his <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> feminine half, Munashi; insensitively. To help his case or to emotionally strike her, he weaponized the boy of the other day. His words danced off his tongue, his callous tone mixed with his mocking smile directed themselves to stab into the frail heart of the girl he <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">served <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">. “ <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#9900ff;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nevertheless. I am enthralled by your resolve; may this guide thou to value. <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” He had added. Moving to his feet, he got up from his chair, placing his book upon the table to his left as he advanced towards the feeble Masa, the pet name he gave her. “ <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#9900ff;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Follow me, Masa <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#9900ff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">. <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” He ordered, not asked, his hand gestured to Masa. Pulling out a special old-fashioned key from his pocket, Masa followed in silence.. When Moushi got this way.. He’ll only get more poisonous and malicious. The two went on a stroll through within the village of the Leaf, he led her to a place, the library of his family-line. “ <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#9900ff;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">You’ve showed potential as strategist, and as such. You are in luck. As the thirteenth house, we collect all the information of each house and their experience—Those diaries and journals of each member too. Much information is collected within our library, all the way back to Land of Demons.. There is a collection beyond this too. Lost books of time can be found here; old stories and tales. <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” He said, despite his disapproval, he held an abusive nature, yes, but he seemed to have some wicked and twisted nature of being proud in Masa’s resistance and withstanding nature. Unlocking the door, he tossed the key to Masa, patting her shoulder. <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#9900ff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“ <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#9900ff;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I bestow this library as your birthright. Accept it. This is not a suggestion, this is a guideline. <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” He spoke as he departed, passing by Masa. “ <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#9900ff;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Seek out Vulpecula. <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” He added his final words before his departure. <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“ <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">W-Wait.. Uh.. <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” Masa said. Reaching out her hand, she grabbed ahold of Moushi, whom stopped and turned; he glared with a sense of distaste—The other hand offered Moushi a folded note. He already knew her request, she didn’t have to ask it as he simply spoke to cut her off. “ <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#9900ff;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Yes. I know. The Fūma boy. You do understand, we are not allied with the Fūma clan. They can and will be a risk if exposed to this library. Are you sure of this request? It is foolish. <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” Moushi had said. He seemed keen on reminding her of the horrid outcomes of everything choice she’d make, as he, himself, trusted noone, on worst days, he trusted not even Munashi. “ <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He.. I.. I can promise.. It’ll be fin— <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She attempted to reassure Moushi, but before she could even, he once again cut her off. Such a weird one, he was abusive, held no emotional value and consideration to what she’d feel if he addressed her, but he still did her ‘disapproving’ requests. “ <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#9900ff;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Consider it done. Expect an hour wait. My contracted animal is busy. <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” He said. Pulling his arm gently from her grip as he walked away, actually leaving this time.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">An hour later. <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Summoned by as agreed upon and as requested of Masa,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Moushi <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:12pt;font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">summoned a small creature, a cat four <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:12pt;font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> sizes bigger than freshly born kitten—Soft as cotton, his coat was smoke grey and he held a small purple bag, which was easily the same color as Munashi’s everyday attire. Giving a note and the order to seek out this boy, this Fūma child that Moushi deemed as an interference towards his progress with Masa. Trailing its way to Fūma child, the neko would converse with the first guard it saw, either passing the letter off to the guard to give and wait for the Fūma boy to walk out, guiding him to the location of the Tamashī clan’s library, or simply give it to the boy himself. The letter was a simply invitation, possibly with a bit more detail within it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">An hour with a half later. <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tranquil, located in the far east of Konohagakure no Sato; Tamashī clan’s library—Serenity and sympathy sung throughout this side, it felt eternal and quite profound, the pleasantness. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the atmosphere that ‘ <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">summoned <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">’ her here, despite truly needing it, it was something more vigor, it was an.. Ambition. A goal.. A possible dream? She’d admit, she was lost, confused and her mirage, her mask, was breaking.. Everything attempted to invade it, break through her shield… So.. She had to seek the only person.. She had left… Moushi, a figure almost similar to her, a male twin when compared, he had posed her with a story, a book of her past and the memories that barely kept narrowly escaping her wits—So familiar, but quite undistinguished. It must’ve been ages. Clung to remote pieces, the words escaped and only the fragments of an appearance of an object was left; the clue a gold spine, worn leather front and back, and violet gems fragments pressed into the cover, forming the Vulpecula mark and this was naturally what the diaries of the first house looked like—Perception change with generations, thus the past is left unearth, however, some older books are classic for a reason, maybe, this book was a classical? Moushi was the one that informed her, presented her with information to guide her in this new path of fate.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:12pt;font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Worn, rustic and yet warm, the exterior held itself well-aged, welcoming, yet it felt so forgotten, or atleast, quiet.. Such a wondrous library—An Interior held mostly to ash wooden floors, ebony window-framed ceilings, the sun was the light and to add, plants and flowers added an atmosphere almost unearthly, the sound of streaming water.. That was different—It seemed her great-great aunt still influenced the works of this place, she heard stories, but never truly her name. In depth, beyond the entrance to such a place, out of sight and no doubt, out of mind, where books laid forgotten and possibly a myth—Hiding away, possibly lost, titles from the eons found themselves stacked, left to collect dust, to some, decay with time. However, with time, things are left to change and to these shelves. Beyond the thousand, books of the past coated in dust, sat in a sleep, or ‘while in wait to be needed, to be discovered again... Between these shelves, within this row that held itself dimly lit, Munashi had lingered.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">As the time passed, the shelves of this row found themselves being empty, book by book slowly stacked, littering the floor and to the air, dust danced ever blissfully. Books of Stratagems stacked waist high, some in shorter stacks than those around it, all in common, each book held a golden spine; various wear and tear, some new, some old; some depressing, some happy, and some chilling. She wanted to enlighten herself on the world, the experience of those beyond her, those long since gone, she wanted their words and their worlds—Albeit, she was not good at Ninjutsu, Taijutsu and truly not Genjutsu, she started at one of her best points.. Knowledge. Reposed against a hazel-wooden frame, the figure leaned, both quiet and concentrated, gripped within her elegant fingers of her right hand, her palm balanced a book as she simply read— <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:700;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Stratagems for confrontation… <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">That was the book in her hand at this moment.