i enjoyed my stay, but i'm gonna tap out (for now). please send my applications to xia and delete my character's application threads or clear them for me please (i worked hard on them)! proboards just isn't really my thing, and i'll be busy with my own stuff in the near future (transparency). nice to meet you guys. o/
möngke takes a moment to look at the camera, shaking his head and making cutting moments at this situation - an unseen fourth wall break, before the scenario skips back to his attentiveness at the beast who's chilling out in the same manner as himself. [break][break]
a little disappointed - someone of his caliber could easily spring forward and have their knuckles rip across his cheek and offer a scar across his knuckle... though he supposes it's the fact seiichi is aware it's wanted is what makes him tentative. möngke both appreciates the respect, but also is a little disappointed he doesn't get to build a bear. [break][break]
they both head in their separate directions, he acknowledges certain lack of responses, before deciding to step it up while leaving out of range: "make sure to keep an eye on mahiru-chan!" he waves without looking back, eyes lidded and vicious before body flickering away with his guard. he's just being a good bro.
right hand raises, and a slow pet of her hair ensues. she's clingy, he doesn't mind it. the way she breathes against his neck causes slight tickle, but he ignores it - offering just a small tense and chuckle beneath the released breath he holds. she sounds a little pouty against his ear, and his eyes fall to half lids as he considers what she's saying. yes, yes - he's not around currently... or well... hasn't been. he's been too busy putting the pieces of who he is back together. trying to remember his complete identity beyond a name he can't fully relate to, a clan he no longer recalls, and why his body feels heavy his his heart feels dead. [break][break]
it thumps, at least. around her. and the few others he's entrusted it to. [break][break]
"tell me what breed. i'll get you whatever you want." he doesn't add a fancy title onto his words, wanting it to be known that he's serious and not making a small joke. pulls her into a tighter hug, burying his own face against her shoulder as his nostrils release a breath, lips pressing a few kisses against her skin afterwards. "when... if i move." he starts, though his words are confusing and vague, "when things pick up," his eyes open after being closed, chin resting against her shoulder as he stares at the ceiling in thought. [break][break]
to some, coupled with the slight sweat dripping against the side of his jawline from the way seiichi roars in his direction his words may appear significantly worrisome of the jounin's display against möngke's own aura. of course, it's rather tremendous - overpowering in a way, with how it wafts of sweat, hard work, and dedication to a craft. if they were to truly fight at this time, the devastation would be frightening: [break][break]
möngke could very well lose his life. [break][break]
but seiichi knows that the words were dismissive. rather than having his own aura back down in murderous intent, möngke's grin takes a much more sinister approach as his brows raise, half-lidded eyes as he scans over the other momentarily. he doesn't move, and he's certain the hesitationseiichi feels is because he can sense it. [break][break]
the aura of death. [break][break]
though not expressed to seiichi in the past, one's muscle memory cannot easily be "forgotten" despite the amnesia of tragedy. seiichi should hold great knowledge of möngke's own expertise locked away, his own fierce battle with monsters far greater than himself. [break][break]
not many people came out of the battle against the demon- [break][break]
summoned by the blight, shinko- alive. [break][break]
möngke, the heir of sunagakure, did. [break][break]
möngke's grin fades, and though their energies are intertwined in an aura of that sonically sends shockwaves rippling through the surrounding area enough to frighten animals and insects away, seiichi will be presented with visions of an untimely death should he attack: [break][break]
a single punch, albeit fast enough to strike dead center - would be met with a body replacement of the stump möngke sits upon - giving leeway to the iron flute arrows that he carries with him to slice cleanly through various locations of importance - or worse, turn poor seiichi into the achilles of this world. [break][break]
or despite the location marred by the footprints of many, and whoosh: seiichi may find him blindsided by möngke's own small retinue, Botan Inuzuka and Nozomi Aikyō - who despite could potentially be felt, their locations remained hidden awaiting seiichi's wrong move. [break][break]
möngke leans forward, elbow on knee, chin upon palm as he allows seiichi to flex his muscles alone, despite the circumstances. the vajrakīlaya never worked alone unless they, themselves ought be feared independently. however, [break][break]
every great leader has its elites watching over them. [break][break]
"no? i figured you'd hate sarutobi. isn't he everything you wished you were, half-breed?" [break][break]
this question doesn't come from a place of malice, but rather curiosity. he's looked into the bear since their original meeting - viewed him as a potential candidate as a director. though his loyalty seems unwavering... tsk, unfortunate. möngke quells his own malicious intent, standing up and wiping off his ass as he tilts his head to the side. "i suppose i'll forgive you for now. we have a war to win soon, and we'll be in the same unit. we're going to be meeting at a diner some akimichi showed one of my boys, you can either come with now or later." he pauses, assessing the threat of potential attack from his current rival... well, not rival. shinko would always be that. [break][break]
love interest might be more accurate, with how much interest he's displaying in seiichi. [break][break]
"by the way, mist is apparently trying to kill you... or one of your genins. not by fighting fair, but more like... setting you guys up? ah, right. they're going to set you guys up to make sure your alliance fails. aren't you friends with that makoto chick? kind of fucked up she'd try to blackmail you for her own gain." shrugs his shoulders with a cute pouting frown, before laughing. "don't worry about it. just make sure to check with me before you go punting mist genin across the game map, okay? some of them might be my kiddos." [break][break]
turns and begins to walk away, though his guard remains up. glances over his shoulder. "coming now, or should i just give you the address for the meeting spot?"
the scent is familiar, apparently. the tracks of gauma seems to slither through this location despite being marred by many others - the hunter's palm pressed against a tree as his eyes observe patterns, scanning branches and bushes to connect a story, trying his best to figure out who, what has passed through this location. however, the ease of travel leads him close to the location where the prey is meant to be. it's funny - the sound of whoosh, bang!- [break][break]
most people would call it quits by now, but- [break][break]
"eh?" stepping into the clearing of decimated trees and the familiar smell of disgusting sweat, möngke exclaims in excitement as he steps out from the shadows of the forestry, "kuma-chan!" he laughs out loud, pointing at @roko from across the field, the bear seemingly at the end of his training and recovering from the practice. aw, wait- this wasn't any fair. tsk, gauma - you stupid fuck. [break][break]
why'd you have to go and... tsk. [break][break]
möngke approaches casually, picking up an uprooted tree stump to use as a seat. it was a little busted, but seiichi had entirely split it cleanly enough to be used as a seat - large enough in mass to align from his knee to heel. super comfortable seat. placing it down as a seat, he stretches happily. "ah, when i heard some pissant hurt one of my boys, i thought i'd have to hide a dead body today." he's relaxed, geared completely as both palms move to the side of the stump. his smile remains placed on his features, feet knocking against one another as he hums. seiichi should know this completely - the dripping intent for bloodshed that ripples between them, the smile malicious as the eyes vacant of their former comradery. to those unaware, they'll both come across as completely friendly. möngke's smile falters, "say, kuma no kumo." his tone deepens, his sight moves up to meet the other - lacking any general emotion beyond the feeling of potential death lurking in the air. the corner of möngke's mouth shifts up, a small smirk. [break][break]
"want me to kill the raikage for you and put you in charge?" [break][break]
he grins widely, deep hawk eyes zeroing in on his prey. this would either be a great battle, or one of diplomacy - möngke didn't care, his body itched with desire. (though, he is a little annoyed at gauma for forcing him into this situation with an acquaintance. ah well; [break][break]
there's a soft gasp, "thank you for noticing. i am quite charming." he twists her words intentionally, palms flat on the ground at either side of his waist as he too shifts into a more neutrally relaxed recline as well. the comment on her age doesn't bring about a particularly hostile response, but more of a light hearted jab. it's fair - who knows how well he'll look once he begins to fully ~ develop. [break][break]
it's ironic, he was almost offended she called him a 'kid' before realizing that she was, indeed his elder. [break][break]
opens his mouth to respond, before brows furrow in a little. thumb scratching the side of his jaw, "ma'am..." he starts, originally intending to play a boisterous "of course i'll be hot, look at me!" route, but the more he thinks about what she'd said... the more he's genuinely confused. actually feels a little dumb for what comes out of his mouth, "what's a young guppie?" his expression is sheepish, definitely hasn't heard that term from the side of the world he's from. is that some kind of slang? what is a guppie anyways? a puppy? a young puppy? [break][break]
language barrier, whoops. or was it an age barrier?
[attr="class","bolo-grid-subtitle]stupid promise, something like a death wish
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the safehouse wasn't accessed by many people, typically only by a few nukenin being given protection by the organization. only the director, treasurer, and captain knew the exact location (and any nukes) - though botan more or less consistently acts as if it only belongs to möngke. or maybe he assumes that he ought to be respectful in his presence, due to the inuzuka being a frequent attendant in his travels. slicing fruit on a cutting board and brewing some tea for the both of them in the kitchen, the elder of the duo gives a soft hum. "is there any further details of why you got involved?" generally, he'd prefer it if botan keeps a low profile. announcing fights and collecting revenue was fine. being violent and bringing attention to yourself as a nuke was particularly stupid. [break][break]
"teh-teh-teh-teh--" möngke falls in a thud onto the ground beside the woman, caught off guard in his lazy cat-like snoozing. instantly shifts onto knees, pouting expression as he glowers childishly. "who's a creep! i was napping!" (and occasionally looking, but that's besides the point!) arms fold against his chest, folding his legs as he sulks, the red mark on his forehead showing she'd hit him just slightly off mark of dead center. he makes a mental note to keep a slight guard. [break][break]
his eyes slowly once over the woman, inspecting her attire to try and determine the locality of the wear. every nation had their own customs when it came to dress, though he only had a vague idea of where she might be from. somewhere eastern, at the least. "... now that i look at you, you're a lot older up close than from far away. dang, that's rough." still pretty nice to look at, but now his eyes were inspecting her age with an amused smirk on his face.
laying comfortably like a cat in the tree above her, shielded by more branches and leaves, his head lolls to the side of the perch and stare directly down. she'd long since gotten comfortable, seemingly intent on meeting someone in this neck of the woods? though... was she getting drunk already? ma'am, it's like-- his eyes shift towards the distance, measuring time by the pattern of the sun. girl, it's early as fuck. though the same could be said for his demon time as his eyes once again return downwards, a slight smirk at the sported assets. he'll just stay up here and enjoy the view, didn't really know who she was (he did, his brain just hasn't turned on yet), and the vibes were very comfortable. [break][break]
ah, you know who else had a really nice bosom? [break][break]
that one pretty inuzuka jounin from mist- tch. she seemed kinda dumb though. then again dumber was better... ah... dumb and hot, like him! he blushes sleepily, not bothering the pretty woman at the base of the tree. definitely eavesdropping though, one hundred percent.
scaring people with your behemoth- kind sir! kind sir!!! the brown skinned young man makes a startled face, glancing from between the giant's thighs to the man who'd now decided to join them. his blush deepens, cheeks flaring and tips of ears viciously heated. "are you-" he starts, cupping his palm over his mouth as he swallows thickly, in a state of shock. well, the man did have a certain feminine aura. he glances between the two of them, coughing on his saliva as he sputters, "are you the bears omega, puppy?" he innocently asks in a way that also comes across as a flirt. couldn't be helped, möngke's default state was to flirt with most who looked pretty enough to get it. [break][break]
when he's told of the springs 'magical properties', he recalls the tales of the hero water of waterfall. thunder roars in his mind as the dots are connected. so these weren't normal waters. these were aphrodisiac waters. he gasps, and sinks back into the spring on the other end of the duo, flushed and still a little disgusted. though by being joined by someone far more attractive than the beast, he doesn't mind staying as much. shifts more towards the wall however, away from the stench and disgusting layers of dirt that floats atop the springs water - his eyes narrowing heavily on seiichi as he does so. [break][break]
there's an abrupt splash that startles him, and he glances behind himself as he moves into his own space. wait, was there a woman eavesdropping...? [break][break]
he glances towards the two other men, then back to the wall... then back to the other men. w-would it be wrong to look? he thinks on it strongly, before... "if we swell to the size of boars, do you think... they...? ... swell...? ..." he motions his hands in a round movement towards his chest, then points a finger down towards the water with wide eyes.
he grins, "seems peaceful. the village is pretty noisy huh? lots of sailors, pirates, shinobi. too much lively spirit, can be a little overwhelming on your senses right?" hums, a rice ball pulled out of his pouch for himself now, eating comfortably. presses his back against the body of the tree behind them, reclining back as he swings his right leg atop his left. "i'm fennec, by the way. got the name because i have good, fox-like ears. yeah?" tugs at one with a stupid grin on his face, though they did come in handy. wasn't phenomenally sensitive to sound, but big ears usually means a big d- [break][break]
"oh, you're welcome by the way. i got distracted. how do you like it here? living here?" motions to the village in the distance.
"you okay?" a man crouches over the body of a young man laying flat on his back, sleepy and fading in and out of slumber. mongke knows who it is - kyuso! a puppy, he's been informed. though the boy has no general information regarding who mongke is. at the outskirts of the village, settled beneath a bountiful apple tree, the older grins from ear to ear. [break][break]
"hungry?" he questions, reaching to grasp a small bag he kept on his hip. flipping it open, a riceball stuffed with pork belly and veggies is pulled from within. he offers the meal to the younger, settling down on his ass and crossing his legs as he observes. "do you sleep under this tree often?"
iwagakure no sato, the village hidden in stone, has been reported by intelligence operatives of sending their shinobi within disguise to engage and skirmish sunagakure nin- unbeknownst to their enemy amegakure. each operation has thus ended in iwa's failure, but has taxed suna's resources due to the consistent interferences. after the untimely death of the leading commanding general of the amegakure invasion, a new wave of platoons has been sent to replenish the faltering ranks keeping steady. among them, möngke genghis - jounin of platoon one: [break][break]
the kazekage's most royal guard. [break][break]
as his team sprints through the lands in an effort to reach the location where the rest of the military has converged, möngke is nothing but short with his team. he's known for it - preferring to focus on the task at hand rather than chat. it isn't necessarily a statement of him being a horrid jounin, but the seventeen ~ eighteen year old boy is somewhat on the bloodthirsty side. he hasn't been allowed out of the village in what he feels is decades (despite being as young as he is), but that comes with the territory of being an important political tool for his parents agenda. [break][break]
as they take a break and drink from the canteens, each shinobi pauses in high alert - before rapidly splintering away within the forest bordering ame's territory, uncertain whom they were soon to engage with. their positions had been scattered, sensing the potential for a very life threatening attack - and möngke trusts his chunin and genin enough to handle themselves as his eyes glower amber, scanning the distance for subtle movements... [break][break]
before finding him. [break][break]
he shifts on the branch, bounding forward rapidly as he stalks the other who seems to have also splintered off from his team. [break][break]
trap? [break][break]
nah... he looks like a genin... [break][break]
a babyfaced shoichi, fresh into his role as platoon jounin meets the hurricane of sand... just not yet.
would it even be legal? manslaughter is a crime! [break][break]
he glances away, the heat flushing his features after such filth assessments roared ravenously in his mind. "i-i'm not interested. the waters will be befouled by your snake. truly, you didn't think it appropriate to have kindness to others? look at these old people," he motions abruptly towards a happy fellow in another spring, chuckling to themselves as they pour some water on their back and blush with contented bliss, a shrivel of former youth. "look at him! do you think it's honorable for you to simply flaunt your fountain of youth when they've all but a peanut turtle to work with? for shame, bear. absolutely uncalled for, my guy." he scolds the beast with a puffed face and wagging finger, most probably simply annoyed that due to his stature (he's six foot, thank you very much!) his girth couldn't handle more to its package (he's still well endowed!!!). tsk. [break][break]
he's starting to relax - eyes closed, mood mostly calming from the disappointment - before a sudden adjustment within the tide across from him occurs. eyes dart open, and instantly he spots a burly beast of a man, dong flapping in the wind, plopping himself down into the same waters. he'd been relaxed, face half under water - but now that this grotesque monster has joined him across the waterway he's... he spews, standing up abruptly and pointing at the giant caked in dirt and disgust. "they let you in!?" is the first thing he says. what fucking standards did this place have?! he was determined to leave a negative review on their social, make sure nobody comes to vibe... fucking... what the fuck. he's so grossly saddled with... screams into the wind silently. [break][break]
he gets out the spring, before pausing once he begins walking forward. as he grows closer towards moving past the individual he'd been frustrated by, his eyes narrow - amethyst hues hawking onto the features, as well as general "vibe" being displayed. he wasn't someone simple, like the dirty old non-shinobi men that frequented these places. he stops, standing a little bit of distance from the other. "do you not shower often, bear?" he doesn't know it's a title of his... but if you're seven plus feet with that much of a body mass, looking like you could plow through a field of twinks in the kiri gay community, i mean... you're basically a bear, my guy. the gays loved that aesthetic.
