Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-26068742-20170824003340





















It’s awfully windy today…I can’t even keep count of how long I’ve been here.” Deucalion thought to himself as he sat in side of a bathhouse..Soaking his troubles away for the moment. He had some pocket change, which apparently is worth your weight in gold around here. A Ryo, will get you whatever the hell you want apparently. Deu would sink inside of the water, leaving only his nose and upper head exposed, and release a deep broadening breath. He hadn’t seen any damn body since he’d gotten here…kind of lonely. Luckily he was the only one in the bathhouse at the moment. Well. Least until a crew of militant men rolled in laughing and cackling about. They were obviously drunk, but they cared not. “

Yes! Another pillage successful! The lord grimm would be proud! HAHAHAHA!” The men would begin to strip and were about to get in the water until one knocked on Deucalion head like a door. “Oi? Young one? Don’tcha know it’s Solider appreciation. Day. That means you have to leave, not enough room for the lot of us with you here lad.” Deu would sigh and release bubbles from beneath the water's surface. “Go fuck yourselves.” Would emerge from the bubbles that rose from the water. The guard, now naked, would hop in the water in front of him, his manhood present, and swinging. Deu kept his eyes closed, as he was getting aggravated and rather quickly. “Kid. Look things work a little differently around here. See in the military..we can have what eeeeeever the hell we want. So how about you get the hell outta here, while im to tired to whip ya.”

<span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">A few moments later, the hostess lady, would be at the counter painting some scrolls and grabbing fresh towels, when suddenly 5 full grown men came flying from the doors of the bathhouse and out of the hut they were in. He would rise from the water, nude, we’d approach the bath lady and scratch the back of his head. “hey, could I get my clothes back? I think I’m done for the day honestly.” The lady would nod, and hand him his gear. It wasn’t much, but it was all he had at the moment. He’d gotten dressed, and grabbed one of the men’s wallets, shrouding himself in it, and heading out of the door. He’d shrunk his staff down to the size of a toothpick, and let it hang from his lips, as he made his way into the open area of the village. He would walk his way through the center of the village, taking in the scenery, slowing himself down a bit. <ac_metadata title="A Whisper in the Wind"> </ac_metadata>