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[attr="class","ninety"] [attr="class","joker"] [attr="class","kikan"]  “ Still attempting to recover, she watched as he wore the most infuriatingly condescending look she had ever witnessed, let alone been giving. The sheer unmitigated gall of this man was simply astounding. Silently, she watched him act out writing the insult she had delivered in an imaginary book all the while grinning like some depraved pervert. Honoka didn't have to be perceptive to sense the tension flying from her toward him, and it seemed to never even touch him. The tension simply spun around him, as if it had an orbit, until he decided to redirect it back at her. He had seemed nice enough initially, and though he had gifted her with knowledge, there was nothing else positive about interacting with him. She was just in the midst of insulting him mentally when he sighed rather loudly and, after a moment, delivered what seemed to be a sarcastic half-assed apology with a nickname based on her hair tacked along. He then critiqued her mannerisms and pointedly ripped a piece of grass, which only elicited a joyful laugh from her. It was definitely true, she had only a small problem admitting that such behavior would probably get her killed. But, more to the point, wasn't the pot calling the kettle black here? "You're right, I probably shouldn't let your words get to me and it could be disastrous," she agreed, only a small bit begrudgingly, before pointing her words to him. "Oh, but what of the teammate who does nothing but antagonize their squad and teammates? What possible improvement or positive points could that bring about, because I can only see detriments and the sewing of discord. But I'm sure, with your experience, surely that's something you don't know?" the venomous snake said, though her face had retained a calm and serene smile. She could play that game just as well as others and, in fact, she did rather enjoy a verbal battle just as much as a physical one. Perhaps even more. He was a rather complicated man, all in all, being seen in multiple different veins by Honoka in just a short interaction. He didn't seem like a bad person, but he was definitely good at behaving like he was. He had bothered her, insulted her, helped her, and was now trying to help her by asserting that no matter what anyone said it shouldn't matter. It was the truth and, though she didn't like that it came from him, she could accept and admit it. The part that she couldn't understand was his ending phrase, to live the way she wanted. She was living the way she wanted, though they foisted their hopes and dreams upon her she accepted it no problem. "Living for them, for their success and wealth that is the way that I want to live. If you can't understand that, it's fine but that's how I feel," she declared adamantly, unaware that she was already contradicting herself and showing that she was a far way from not caring about the opinions of others.
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Post by Apple on Jun 3, 2023 3:58:52 GMT -6
CURRENT HERB SEARCH | Post 6
Risch
Rank: C
Type: Herb
Region: All except Snow
Special: Takes up one (1) accessory slot.
Description: This is an herb so common that it's likely everyone - except a denizen from snow-covered lands - would have seen it. However, they would not know it was special without proper training. Risch looks like every other blade of grass physically, but a skilled herbalist will know to feel it for the tiny spines that cover its stalk. It is said that potions made with this herb can affect one's health.
Cost: 1,000
Stalk by stalk, Yuurei was half-listening to what the girl had to say and half focusing on the task at hand, identifying the Risch before him and upon successfully finding traces, carefully cutting them away and laying them gently in the herb case to his side. They would need further review once he returned back home, but he was happy to have found at least some semblance of the herb so far. Whilst doing this, he would periodically glance back up at el-pinko as she spoke to him. It was clear that she had simmered down a little bit by now - 'Good'. But if she was so angry at him.. why didn't she just walk away? People are fickle. Does stockholm syndrome really take such little time to embed?'..But I'm sure, with your experience, surely that's something you don't know?'
His ears perked up as soon as he could clearly tell she was fishing for something, but didn't she know by now that he wasn't bothered by what she had to say? Who even was she? He looked again at her countenance, trying to see whether or not he recognized a small part of her, but nothing came to mind. He'd known a few people with similarly-coloured hair, but none he knew well enough to want to keep in touch with. "You're right, I wouldn't know" he says cooly as he pulls a long stalk of grass up, golden hues studying it whilst he continued his response: "I'm not in a squad - don't want to be, either. I've done my time." unlike some, he was straight to the point. He'd obviously been in a squad when he was a genin, as was exepcted for all good little shinobi of the world, but had counted down the days until it had disbanded. It wasn't that it had been a bad experience with him, but he'd always worked far better as a lone agent and preferred the solitude that it brought.
Placing the last stalk of what he believed to be Risch in his herb bag, Yuurei begins packing up this things, brushing any stray bits of dirt and leaves from his legs as he made his way to his feet, the inky black mass of his hair dousing out the sun above him and casting a shadow on the girl. '....' it was quite interesting, really. Being from the Nara clan, his family had a deep pride in their identity and internal community. His father, cousins, aunties - everyone knitted together by the one thing that united them. It was something that he had never felt, or felt the need to explore. In her she saw much of what he saw in them - a type of blindness and lack of independence, and he in part felt pity for her. Yuurei had weights of his own on his shoulders, but hers was different. He sighs, re-adjusting his bag which was loosely slung over one shoulder, and placing his other hand on his hip. "You do know that-" he pauses, cutting himself off mid-sentence and suprising himself, to a degree. He had the feeling that no matter how he would try and rephrase it, she would continue to be lost within the ideals of her kin. It was quite sad, really."..You know what, perhaps we can agree to disagree."
He suggests, the same hand then reaching out to the kunoichi to shake, his fingertips mottled with blisters long gone;
"My name is Nara, Yuurei"
An olive branch? Would she reciprocate?
