Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20170925211950/@comment-28929139-20171013173031

Well, at least he seemed to be warming up to her a little. The fact that he said he'd be calling her Kai for short backed up this motion and underneath the mask, she was almost tempted to smile. "Many people do, so I don't mind." And then, he even took her hand! Kai felt inexplicably giddy for such a mundane and simple gesture. But then again, it had been a very long time since she had made any new friends, and she was learning the exercise all over again. "Of course. It'll help you feel better."

His name was Nobu and this time when he smiled, she smiled back, feeling successful in meeting someone new that she could hope to cultivate into an actual friendship. "Don't you ever like pretending to be someone you're not?" She asked in response to her question about the mask. "I can be a beautiful ghost lady in yellow. What do you want to be someday?" If Kai remembered correctly, she had seen Nobu around the camp with his sword and practicing, but for fear of mistaking him with someone else, she would hold off on making an assumption and say swordsman.

By then though, she could feel the literal burning presence of another come by. So when Nobu had told her to hold off, she was already looking in the man's direction. It was....Lord Fourth! Wow, he was still around?! Like many of the remaining locals, Kai had not seen him at all in the three years from being here. She only knew that he'd been here through hearsay but otherwise, nothing. All the same though, she'd read about him in books, telling of his adventures, his heroics in the last war and of course....dragons! So to see him within her personal sight had been a rare treat and she was excited to maybe have this one opportunity to speak to him. While Nobu went running up to the man, she trailed behind him slowly. Kai let him have his moment to make his own requests while she got a handle on her face. Her mouth kept opening and closing like a fish gaping for water. Just.....HIS CHAKRA! It was inspiring!

Whenever Nobu had had his time, Kai would walk up a bit closer but kept a respectable distance away, and hinged at the hips into a bow. Upon straightening back up, she pulled the Noh mask up and away from her face, looking up toward him but not making eye contact. Black hair framed her white skin and blue eyes but out of respect, she'd keep it exposed for now. "Good evening Yon-Dono." [4th lord more or less] "How does one achieve such chakra potency?" She asked with open curiosity. Kai had some very solid goals for her abilities, but it would certainly require the psionic strength to furnish it, imagine the things she could do with something half that powerful! "And how are your pets? Do you still fly around on them?"

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Sup Pung:

Sup Pung had finally scored some smokes! After a long grueling day getting shit ready for the festival, she'd been rewarded with a pipe and some sakura tobacco! Okay so it wasn't the same as having cigarettes, but damn it close the fuck enough! Having a little free time before tending to some patients, she was walking the festive areas, admiring all the hard work so many people had put in so that everyone could have a New Year's Eve party they all deserved.

Dressed in all white, her hair freshly set out of hot rollers and wearing the last of her red lipstick from home, Sup Pung walked around the party grounds while casually puffing away at her pipe. Much to her surprise, a couple kids and even some adults greeted her with respect and appraisal. But then again, she had been the mother of the ship in their voyage over, and she ran that thing under a tight shift. Not to mention, she'd been making headways with numerous discoveries in the medical field and saved many lives with it. Sure, she was no hero like the rest of the men that were coming out of their turtle shells for the night, but she had contributed in some way, and it felt nice to be recognized for it.

After making her grounds, waving to a few people, and making small talk, she headed back to the medical tents. Of the first to visit was Kazekage Kidame. He too was a major hero who only deserved the highest of praises, but had suffered the worst. Rendered a blind man that was also a cripple, it was heartbreaking to see, and even worse because he was the father of one of her closest friends.

"You're looking very handsome tonight, Lord Kaze." Sup Pung said as she entered, alerting him to her presence while she walked toward him. "He seems to be making his rounds, but I'm sure he's coming. Have you been practicing?" Assuming Shinra had anything to say in response, Sup Pung carefully helped him sit up and gingerly adjusted the tubes that were patched beneath his collarbone and coiled around his free forming torso. "They're making fresh rice cakes and mochi, mmmmm can you smell it? I'm so happy to see that we finally got our hands on some more peaches." After getting him dressed into a tradition festive kimono, Sup Pung with the help of her brute strength would gather Shinra and hoist him into a wheelchair which she rolled to the chair and table she'd set for him and the Hokage to play Shogi. The way she dressed him, it looked as though his arms were just hidden beneath voluminous sleeves of his kimono and his lap camouflaged by the pillow he was sitting on. "I've been working on some prosthetic arms for you, think you'd wanna try them out tonight?

Katsuo: 



It had been three years since Katsuo had set foot on this land. The dirigible that he had flown here with the nine other people had gotten over safely, but sadly, all but two of them survived. Having arrived perhaps a week prior the boat coming, they'd had little luck in toughing it out. Between the monsters, the disappearance of three people and lack of finding any food, everyone else would perish. Luckily, by the time the people on the boat arrived, Katsuo and one other man had found their way to the area where the camp would ultimately be set up.

Since then, he had been earning his keep by going on supply raids and helping with hunts to maintain food and safety. The time of Masumachi was behind him and he was feeling fortunate to have a second chance at life in this camp. During these three years, he'd kept to himself, and as such now when he walked around, nobody knew who he was. But he did know a few people. However, much to his surprise, he did spot out the blonde boy, who was now a man, in the crowds, but with no sign of the girl or his lookalike, he frowned at the thought that those two did not survive. He had been hoping to meet him since he was the reason he decided to change his ways. Twice, had this stranger saved his life, and now ironically, he was gone. Such were the harsh truths of life but the point was that he was still alive.

He noticed that [Hayato] had been giving comfort to some crying girl, but as he passed, he lifted his chin greet toward him before continuing on to the game booths. The first one to take his attention had been the kunai throw. So with plunking down whatever payment was required, he took the handful of kunai he was given, and with great precision without even needing to activate his Nuregan, he was able to pinpoint a bullseye with every throw! Though near the end, he was slightly off because of his broken wrist bothering him.