Following his partner out he sighed leaning up against the wall,"We have two new ships for the fleet. The Retribution and the Endeavor. The Retribution is a combat ship and not suitable for hauling cargo as most of its capacity is dedicated to food for the crew and munitions. The Endeavor is the exact opposite only armed with enough guns to make a quick hit and get out. Though its got more than enough cargo space to ferry supplies to and from Takumi. As for my sister shes quite adept at sewing so she should be able to make all the fittings and strapping's you need for your armor. We also have I think ten or so mannequins so that you can display the armor you make." With a sigh he pulled a strip of jerky from his belt and began to chew on it. Things were moving a bit faster than he had intended and he would need more money fast if he was going to make the window he needed.
[✠]Silent, Samuru didn't quite acknowledge Myurai joining him....but "Remind me again why we need this fleet." he said when Myurai had finished "What is the point of it?" he didn't say anything about the mannequins, not worried about displaying his work. If he had to, he could have rigged it up with wires and strings, displaying an air soldier.[✠]
[An endless circle of fighting, death and living.] [I aim to end this circle, this hellish ouroboros.] [Watch...watch this fiery rebirth of our world.] [✠]
Some say the World will end in Fire. Some say in Ice.
Miyuki walked with the workers to the Blue Dragon with the caravan of workers. She turned to them and started waving her hands towards the building, "Take this inside, we'll arrange it by importance once everything is inside." She then moved to begin helping them keep things organized, and the more fragile/important things surrounded by the steel and such. She then looked around once things were done and put her hands on her hips as she thought about what else was needed.
From what I've tasted of Desire I hold with those who favor Fire. But if it should have to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction Ice is also great And would suffice
[✠]While waiting for Myurai's reply, the caravan arrived and Samuru pushed off the wall The hell you'll just dump s**t and make a mess. went his thoughts at the girl's words. Walking over to her, he was irked that she had simply ignored the fact that the two owners of the shop where right there to ask Honestly, impulsive, just like Myurai. Getting me into more trouble than I want and screwing my plans up!"Hold it." he snapped, walking over to her as everyone began doing things. And all of it done...not the way he ran his smithy. And it was his, as much as it was Myurai's "Everything has its place in there and its already labeled from the last time someone screwed up the orders. Tell your workers to read the damn labels and they can put everything up the correct way." he said, holding back a ton of nasty remarks as he spoke to the girl. Looking at how the fragile things were surrounded by the steel, he put a hand on one of the rods, dark blue darkening further with disdain "If you want all of that steel to fall and break those tools and for your brother to have to go buy more, then by all means, do it like this all the time." He didn't even have to ask who this was, knowing by the way she carried herself that this was Myurai's sister "I hope your tailoring skills are as good as Myurai's claims." his mood was foul and he crossed his arms across his chest, glaring at the girl. Seriously....this was not the way to start a good working understanding. Granted, Samuru was not known for his niceness. Like...at all. Mostly, he was known for how many people wanted to kill him or almost kill him.[✠]
OoC: hello! I'm not as nasty as my character biggrin
[An endless circle of fighting, death and living.] [I aim to end this circle, this hellish ouroboros.] [Watch...watch this fiery rebirth of our world.] [✠]
Some say the World will end in Fire. Some say in Ice.
Miyuki huffed and crossed her arms as she just glared at him, her gaze as frozen as her ice she could wield. She scowled as she crossed her arms and held her head high, so she didn't know that much about the forge or anything to do with it, that didn't mean she was going to let this man treat her like she was stupid, or that she was lesser than who she was, she was the Hattori Princess, no one would take that from her. "Excuse you." She hissed, her tone just as cold and hard as her glare, "My tailoring skills are without equal, and you will do well not to speak to me in such a brusque manner. I am not one to be talked to in such a way." Miyuki then looked at her workers and nodded, "Do as he says. He clearly knows more than I do." Miyuki said, voice hard and brittle, and laced with enough acidic sarcasm to melt steel.
From what I've tasted of Desire I hold with those who favor Fire. But if it should have to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction Ice is also great And would suffice
All this constant bickering was starting to irritate myurai until it got to the point he actually raised his voice causing it to boom across the shop,"ENOUGH BOTH OF YOU." Marching into the store after the two he looked both of them over with a look that could kill and command their attention," Both of you listen to me now and heed my words for I will not speak them again. Yuki Samuru is a Jounin and you will show him respect that he is due do I make myself clear. I do not care if you like him or agree with him but you WILL respect his title." Turning his attention to Samuru he began,"And you. Contrary to whatever the hell you have inside your head you do not have to be a condescending a** to everyone. Your a Jounin a leader of shinobi not a old nagging crow. You wanted a home where your skills are valued and respected pissing off everyone you meet isnt exactly the way to do that. You have earned my respect though your actions but not everyone knows you like I do. You of all people should know the value of Unity. A smile and being nice wouldnt hurt you from time to time." Ever since the battle with the UHV certain people had been goign at it all across the village and it was starting to piss him off.
[✠]They would see about the without equal part of her skills but before he could reply, Samuru was interrupted by Myurai's reprimand. He stiffened and his head tilted back as the reprimand spread to him, something that he was quickly becoming used to. The idea that this might have simply been how he was seemed unable to penetrate the minds of everyone as they were constantly telling him to change "This will never be my home." his tone was as hard as stone and he didn't back down from Myurai, his expression turning from annoyed to emotionless "Why should I know anything about unity, Myurai? I neither want it nor desire it, nor do I desire value or respect that is not mutual and inter-reliant." his fist twisted on the grip of the sword at his side. He completely ignored the comment about the thing Myurai had PUT in his head as it was irrelevant. He was not some snide, ego driven creature to assume a power he could not yet control made him better than others. Only Myurai seemed to think that little of him You have no respect for me. he thought, Samuru's eyes going a dark dull blue with some indescribable emotion as he looked at Myurai Respect requires understanding. You neither have that nor have you tried to gain it. but those were words for another day...and some clarification was needed "Nagging would imply someone" he didn't say who and perhaps, as his mouth twisted sourly, it was not Yuki he was talking about "knew how to do something and simply wasn't doing it. That is not what occurred." however....Samuru's expression didn't change but he wasn't entirely without reason. If everyone wanted him to be 'nice' instead of realizing that his personality would not change, fine. He could mock and pretend and preen as well as any of these birds. A crow could pretend itself a raven "But...I apologize for snapping." he turned to the girl and bowed, a full bow from the waist with an arm across his middle, hair falling down around his face as he spoke "I am in a hurry and was waiting for the supplies before my errand could be completed." Straightening, he eyed her with much the same expression he had been giving Myurai seconds ago "...as Myurai mentioned, my name is Samuru Sanmiitai."
[An endless circle of fighting, death and living.] [I aim to end this circle, this hellish ouroboros.] [Watch...watch this fiery rebirth of our world.] [✠]
Azeiel The Fallen
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2014 8:56 am
Azeiel The Fallen
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Miyuki ❊ Arya ❊ Hattori
❄The Frozen Pincess❄
Class: Medical/Bloodline Chakra: 340 Stamina: 180
Some say the World will end in Fire. Some say in Ice.
Miyuki stiffened when her brother reprimanded her. She didn't take well to being told she was in the wrong, especially not from her brothers. She nodded stiffly, and had to nearly physically restrain herself from speaking out when Samuru introduced himself and bowed, as if she were so stupid she couldn't see through a put on when it was directed right at her. But instead she put on her best 'Frozen Princess' smile and curtsied, "Sanmaiitai-San." She said, voice a pretty veil of societal politeness, but cold and withdrawn, though that last part was just who she was when dealing with anyone not her brothers, "As for respect," And this was directed at both elder men, "One must earn respect, it is not something simply given as if it were a cheap prize at a fair. A title only goes so far brother, even my own title as the Hattori Princess means little if I do not earn it."
From what I've tasted of Desire I hold with those who favor Fire. But if it should have to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction Ice is also great And would suffice
[✠]Unbelievable. It appeared no one knew how to introduce themselves but at this point, Samuru wasn't interested anymore. He had part of her name from an earlier conversation with Myurai so he'd leave it be. As for her calling him -san...."..." it looked like a smile but it was more along the lines of a hard forced grimace before Samuru dropped the expression. Smiling, despite Myurai's insistence that he perform such an act, did not come naturally to Samuru's face "...your little sister has a better grasp of how respect works than you do." Samuru said plainly after hearing her say that respect was earned "But it goes both ways, Hime." Hime. That's what he'd call her now, Samuru mused to himself, as he eyed her up and down "If you don't like the way I speak to you, change my opinion of you. Otherwise, get used to being 'nagged'." he turned away and walked into the shop, ensuring the workers had put everything up the way he wanted it, leaving the two siblings to duke it out or whatever. He pushed past the decorative front and into the back, the heart and hearth of the store. Inside, the workers had found that metals went on the right side, farthest from the forge to ensure nothing warped or melted. To the left, tools were in easy reach of the multiple cooling stations and everything was going up correctly, much to Samuru's delight. Not that any such emotion other than a softening of his eyes showed up as he walked around, seeing that the forge had new coal and a thicker base to work with.
[An endless circle of fighting, death and living.] [I aim to end this circle, this hellish ouroboros.] [Watch...watch this fiery rebirth of our world.] [✠]
Sighed rubbing his neck. He knew respect was earned but the fact that they had attained the rank and title of Jounin was a verification of the respect they earned. With another sigh he began,"Samuru can you prime the forges for me please. Im sure we have a backlog of orders to get to. Feel free to start working when your read. Have one or two from the crew here help getting the store back into shape and your armors on the mannequins." Turning to his sister he gave her a nod,"Come on. There is something I want to show you." He waited for her to follow him before making his way.
Some say the World will end in Fire. Some say in Ice.
Miyuki curtsied once more to Samuru and then followed her brother out of the Blue Dragon. {Exit to Crystal Caves}
OOC: Crap post is crap, sorry.
From what I've tasted of Desire I hold with those who favor Fire. But if it should have to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction Ice is also great And would suffice
[✠]Yeah cause I have all the time in the world. Does no one bother to listen to me? Samuru looked at Myurai as the two left, his expression unreadable and locked tightly. As for back orders, no, they didn't have any. He turned back to the forge and grabbed the flint "...pay more attention to what people are saying, pretentious li...." the words trailed off into a low growl as he struck the flint to the forge side and sent sparks flying into the forge. With a flash, the fire lit and began to glow as Samuru pressed the pump, stoking the fire with air and heat slowly. He leaned in, pressing it steadily as he worked, using a poker to stir the coals and wood, his focus entirely on the work at hand. Some of the workers moved by him as he worked, asking questions occasionally but nothing worth a true answer. The forge was burning hot, ready for the metal to be tested and molded, but at the moment, Samuru was merely sitting on a high bench. He didn't know why he was still here but for the moment, he had nothing to do. The giant hadn't given him anything to go on other than the word Zangai and something to do with a train. He stared at the heated coals, watching the stones around the forge shift in reds and blacks and grays as they cooled and heated ....I could make something. Samuru thought, feeling lost at what to do. So....making something it was.[✠]
[An endless circle of fighting, death and living.] [I aim to end this circle, this hellish ouroboros.] [Watch...watch this fiery rebirth of our world.] [✠]
[✠]The slam of the hammer on hot iron was numb to his ears. Samuru concentrated completely on the metal before him, ignoring the workers as they finished up, intent on getting just the right thickness for the blades. He'd stripped his outer jacket off, tying it around his waist, and his shirt was thrown somewhere, leaving only the defensive top that he always wore on. It covered his shoulders and chest, going about half way down his torso, with long sleeves that were currently rolled up. The bottom half of the tattoo that covered his entire back stood out, a scarlet against his skin. Parts of his skin, closer to the edge of his jacket, were pale and stretched, poorly healed scars from some attack. Throwing the piece of metal on a rack to cool, joining six more, Samuru checked the slots that he'd made, ensuring they were the correct length for the kunai he'd designed. Already a box of several dozen was waiting to be sharpened and as he stepped away from the cooling rack, he let the forge cool to its usual heat. If he was going to get these done, he'd have to sharpen them before he did anything else. He settled onto the stool beside the grinding wheel, setting his foot on the pedal and began to sharpen the tools individually, focused on what he was doing. The door opened with a heavy crunch and Samuru looked up from his work, halting the pressure on the grind wheel so he could hear. Someone called and he stood, pushing through to the front of the store "Aye, its Grumy-ru." the man grinned at Samuru's frown, his cane tapping the side of the counter. The old man was named Hanza and he was, actually, one of the more tolerant customers. He had stuck with Samuru while the shop was being repaired, walking the four blocks to the other smithy to get his things fixed "Is did your cane sword break again?" Samuru asked, ignoring the nickname, one hand motioning to the basket that Hanza always used to bring him the things that needed fixing "Nah. Its this old chain I had on my gate. Damn thing rusted broke." arching an eyebrow at that last bit, Samuru nevertheless took the heavy basket from the old man, who sighed at its taking. He always told Hanza to just get him and he'd come get them but "Chain, huh. I can just forge you a new one. Supplies finally came in." he offered, lifting the basket to inspect the rusted chain. Hanza moved to look at the weapons on the wall, talking the whole way "Nah. Ya can just fix that old one and it'll do just fine. Ya make these new kunai? They look too fancy for normal use." Samuru took the chain out and inspected the break...then looked at Hanza with a scowl "This wasn't rust. Did you cut this?" he said, accusingly. Naza grinned, not the least bit shamed "Ya don't keep customers, Samuru. Ya lose 'em with that attitude of your's." Samuru's face twisted into a grimace of dislike at the comment, getting really tired of people telling him what was wrong with him "Now don't gimme that look. I like ya just fine as ya are. But ya need customers to build a good base and that's what I'm doing. Now, can ya fix it or not?" shaking his head, Samuru dropped the chain into a basket of his own "Of course I can." Hanza grinned again and stretched "All right then. I'll see ya in a couple days for it." Waving, the old man left and Samuru sat down to look the break over Nosy old man. Maybe little miss Hime can be the face of the shop. Then I won't have to.... he frowned, running his hands over the chain What does this remind me of... Samuru stood abruptly "That's Zangai?! Stupid, bloody giant! How much does that..." calculating how much that wrecking ball would weigh, Samuru groaned and made a clone "Get Myurai. I'm going to need his help for this." putting the chain away so it wouldn't be touched, Samuru left the emporium, closing up now that all the workers had finished, the clone taking off another way.
[An endless circle of fighting, death and living.] [I aim to end this circle, this hellish ouroboros.] [Watch...watch this fiery rebirth of our world.] [✠]
A rather despondent Seiji arrived to the Blue Dragon and made his way back towards the forges. He grabbed a broom from the wall nearby and began to brush the dirt and dust that had accrued in the last days away from the forge itself. A clean workspace was a safe workspace after all, still he couldn't help but think of what had occurred.
Pushing the broom further and further along he eventually found himself sweeping the dust outside of the store and kicking it off of the mat outside. Then he turned himself back inside and moved in, replacing the broom where he had found it from initially. When he set it down he immediately grabbed the coal rake and began to rake the coals in the forge towards the fist.
Realizing the amount of coals left over in the forge was running low he looked about and found the shovel. Replacing the rake he snatched up the shovel and dug into the coals stored nearest the forge, settling them graded back from the fist towards the lip. When he was sure he had placed enough into the forge he replaced the shovel and looked around. [ 3/3 Preparation Complete ]
Samuru certainly kept the forge in good order, only small things here and there were out of place and Seiji had already seen to that business. He smirked and began to move about the paces with the forge and grabbed a few pieces of kindling and set them in the forge so they'd just need struck and the bellows running to beget a mighty flame for working. He then rocked back and looked at the other two forges that were set here, stepping away from Samuru's normal workspace.
Bypassing the middle forge for now, he walked to the opposing forge and looked over the equipment there. The anvil's face was damaged, dented as if struck directly too many times while hot. Seiji shook his head and went to find the planishing hammer and the sandpapers. That Myurai let anything in this shop get to this extent was understandable, it wasn't his job to create, but to market. But Samuru seemed too fine of a smith to have let this happen. Shaking his head he then though, just perhaps Samuru confines himself to one workspace and didn't work this half at all.
Coming back to the anvil with the papers he began to work over the anvil's face with the coarse grit sandpapers first to remove the most raised material and begin the process of smoothing the face down. Progressively he worked up to higher grain papers, actually smoothing and shining the surface with them. Once he got it to an entirely smooth surface he took a step back and inspected the face of the planishing hammer, before taking a tap to the anvil with it. No warp, no dent, and no damage to either the hammer or itself. He'd have to test it with worked metals later, but for now it was good.
He then took to organizing the materials that had been left on this side of the forge. With Samuru's station being largely stocked, this half had been largely ignored and just bits and scraps were left around. Seiji stepped over to the main stockpiles and began to remove materials from them, taking them to his own workstation where he would begin to organize them to a matter that suited his workstyle. The last thing he brought over after he handled the metals was a supply of coals, which he set into the forge, spilling the charcoal into the forge and setting it up for future use, via the rake, and placing the remainder in the hollow underneath his forge. [ 4/4 Assist Completed ]
An ANBU, told by the wolf mask he wore, arrived at the shop. Looking around briefly, he approached Seiji and held out a letter. "Message for you." Once Seiji took the letter, the ANBU left.
The letter stated:
Due to a recent purchase made by someone in Kumogakure, Takumi's supplies have run out. Since we are at fault, I am sending groups of shinobi to the mountains surrounding the village to collect ore that will be taken to Takumi. Your missions are as follows:
Title: Scouting I Rank: E Information: Scouting out ores on the mountain sides. No spelunking required! Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 4 Note: Bring binoculars, telescopes, or special eyes for an easier time!
Or, if you can acquire spelunking gear:
Title: Scouting II Rank: D Information: Scouting out ores within the mountain sides. Spelunking required! Be careful in there, shinobi. Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 4 Note: If you do not own spelunking equipment, this mission is off-limits.
Scouting is required before you may move onto the next missions. Once jounin mine some ore, you will be taking it to Takumi.
Title: A Miner's Duty Rank: C Information: Guarding and resupplying the base camp, while bringing back ores to the village. Requires keeping an eye out, running supplies to different people, and reporting in often. Becomes a B-rank under extenuating circumstances. Does not include any other activities performed while at the base camp. Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 6 posts, meaning 3 to get there, and 3 to return. Note: Requires an overnight stay in the base camp. (irl)
Wanryoku, Myurai, Samuru, and one or two other genin will be accompanying you. Wanryoku is in charge of this mission, since he knows the location. You will be expected back seven days after you arrive at the mountain. Genin may not leave the village without jounin accompanying them. Wait at the gates for Wanryoku, so that he can show you the location.
