Town Square

Majira arrived at the town square. He was a little nervous, but having spent his whole life studying and exploring the mountain, he was one of the people who knew it best. He was going to lead the expedition towards the mountain, and send this group of people there. His grandfather told him they were the best hope for defeating the mountain monsters, trapped there by the sage of 6 paths. To be released when the world sent its saviors. Majira wasn't apart of the elder council like his grandfather, but there hadn't been a sever earthquake like this in decades, since before Majira was born.

Majira knew the legends, 5 warriors to battle the monsters, however there were way more than 5 warriors. His grandfather insisted that these were the hero's of legend. Majira wasn't so certain, but he was to organize them into 5 groups and set off for the mountain at once.

"If everyone could form up into 5 groups, I'll lead you up to the mountain." He said, his voice a little anxious and scared.

Alright everyone, please form up into 5 groups once you have rested. There should be 6 people in each group roughly, and "stragglers" will be placed in a hodge podge group. I really don't want to do some lame school "roll a dice or say a number" group system, so I trust you guys to do it. After your rested, we shall start hopefully Thursday, however those who don't post by Thursday around 10 pm, will be deemed inactive. So post, get rested and get here to form teams.

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Here he was, expecting a few nicely organised platoons of different villages standing next to eachother. Banri should have guessed as much as that the town square of a village right after an earthquake would be void of peace and order. Masses of people were running about, crying out of eachother and clearing the rubble. And the longer the Mist jounin stared at the spectacle, the more he realised finding his allies would be like finding that one, friendly needle in a big, moving stack of hay. He figured that his best bet was, rather than wander around, making himself visible for everyone and letting those who recognized the mist symbol go to him instead.

Dodging groups of villagers as he went, Banri walked up to the ruins of what had been a church. Or a warehouse. A town center, perhaps. There really was no telling anymore. While walking to the collapsed building, Banri kneeled twice. A first time to grab a large piece of white cloth that had, by the looks of things, been a curtain not too long ago. A second time to grab himself a piece of charred wood from a small pile of debris. Focussing his chakra into the soles of his feet, he charged straight up the wall of the large ruin all the way up to its top, from which he was granted a great view of the town square and the square, in turn, was granted a clear view of him. As he scaled the brick wall, he realised he was quickly regaining his strength and nearing full power again, which made him a little more confident and a little less anxious of what vile tricks opposing shinobi might try to pull off. Finally at the top of the large ruin, overlooking the town square, Banri used the piece of charcoal to draw 4 waves on the old curtain: The symbol of Kirigakure. Using two loose bricks, he fastened his improvised flag to the top of the wall, facing the center of the square. Hopefully it would be visible for everyone. Then, he sat down above it. Casually, but alert. Hopefully, Mist shinobi would come flocking to him soon enough.

Recovery: 4/4

[OOC: Seeking a team of people genuinely interested in fighting alongside one another and developing their characters a little. I'd love to meet and work with ninja from other nations, regardless of rank. I'll reserve a slot for Big Bad Wolf if he takes part, unless he states otherwise, since our characters are currently moving together.]


Hisashi's previous tour of the city had given him an appreciable working knowledge of its layout, despite the short time he'd been in this strange land. As he and his new partner-in-crime, the Sand Genin Kaizu, continued their search of the damaged streets in search of lost comrades and friendly faces, they stumbled into the main avenue leading towards the central town square. The scene was obscured by a tide of bodies flowing towards the square, villagers of all ages hurrying to learn of the recent disaster and the state of affairs. Here and there within the pressed group could be seen the flash of forehead protectors, and the flickering shadows across rooftops betrayed the presence of other ninja as they too moved towards the gathering crowd.

Walking steadily down the left shoulder of the street, the pair of ninja avoided the worst of the flow of people and in short time made it to the open square. Here, the crowd had calmed considerably; the sudden absence of shouts and wails was strikingly foreign following the long hours of panic that had coursed through the small town previously. Despite the attentiveness of the crowd, worry still creased the faces of many a villager, frowns and pained grimaces a common feature. It was hard to miss the separation of the townsfolk wherever a ninja stood openly. Eventually, a young, yet strong voice became apparent over the background noise of shuffling feet and faint murmuring; someone was making an announcement.

Only his years spent as a ninja allowed him to make out the instructions to form into six-man cells. He turned to catch the eye of Kaizu before glancing throughout the crowd for familiar faces - after all, if ninja were to be found anywhere within the town, it would be here. After a fashion, a fluttering of white in his peripherals caught his attention, and he turned to see a familiar blue-coated figure scaling a nearby shell of a building grasping a broad sheet of fabric. At the top, he scribbled a familiar four-stroke symbol in charcoal, the stark black icon contrasted against the white and perfectly matching the insignia about Hisashi's neck. Hoping Kaizu would follow, the Genin imitated the scaling of the building and pulled himself onto the rooftop under the gaze of his teams' mentor and commanding officer.

"Aomoya-sensei!" He called out, a surprising wave of relief and warmth flooding through him at the reunification. He gave a brief bow and then moved to grasp his teachers' hand. Although he'd met briefly - and even helped save one of - the Mizukage and several other ninja of the Mist previously, he'd not known any on a personal level. A friendly face would do much for his morale.
"It's good to see you, sensei. Better still to know there's someone here I can trust." He crouched down upon the apex of the roof and waited to see if any other familiar shapes would hail the summons from the crowd. Although of a different nation, he had a good feeling about Kaizu, and hoped the boy wasn't far behind in following him up to the roof. It seemed any comrades would be welcome in the current confusion.

A shadow soon cast itself over the announcer, the young boy, whom so diligently sought to get the Shinobi grouped together. The crimson eyed fiend came up from behind the boy. His frown still present, his Happuri head gear showing wear his allegiance lied. Izanagi is of the Hidden Leaf Village, Konoha as its known. The leaf symbol marked across his Happuri showed this. His long white spiky mane like hair, and his crimson eyes oozed intimidation. Although the man did not mean it. The Jounin from Konoha had descended from the mountain, along with his companion in the form of Yuuka. Both Shinobi had made the decision to visit the village, where there was a gathering. Not to mention, the smoke coming from the village had drawn their attention. The eyes of the Kamikaze clansman surveyed the area in its entirety. Those sitting up top with banners, those whom chose to separate themselves from the group while in plain sight. The Shinobi was guarded, his eyes as keen and as sharp as ever. He was looking for disturbances in the area. Izanagi found himself walking down three stairs, beneath coming level with the crowd that had gathered. The Jounin immediately sough to distance himself, taking up a vantage point to the right of the group. One where he could see all that entered his space. Not to mention, the man would position himself in such a way as to avoid others sneaking up on him. With all of this done, Izanagi would settle just a little, carefully observing the others. The man would need to choose carefully, he already has Yuuka on his team, but who else could prove to be of some use to him? That poses a question, that as of now had not been answered. A strange thing it is, when a seemingly natural disaster, sees numerous creatures from all over come together.

Tee had left the other shinobi whom had been so rude well in particularly the Genin who seemed to think he was of Kage stature or something, however as he wandered he found himself along the main road of the village that he cared so little about. It was Isaac, a fellow member of the Akatsuki and familiar face, no doubt he walked toward Isaac nodding as he removed his mask so his identity wouldn't be unknown. Isaac appeared to be talking to an individual however Tee payed no mind to this individual not knowing him, Tee slipped the titanium mask into his assassin like black clothing that left his whole body hot as hell in this slightly above average temperature. He began to wonder why so many shinobi, diverse looking shinobi at that were amassing at this location. There was a makeshift Kiri flag and plenty of ninja so Tee knew Kiri's presence was prevalent here, there were also ninja with various headbands from various villages that they held allegiance to.

He hoped not to encounter any people from Konoha for fear of perhaps being recognized but they probably wouldn't recognize him because he had grown over the years and any picture they might have would easily be outdated. If he was found out however he would slip back on his mask because yes. He wondered what exactly was going on here but figured it would all be put into sense soon enough.

(Crappy post idgaf)

"Preeeeseeent~!" Thirteen year old Nando Vikrama of the Hidden Rock shoved his way through the throng of gathered shinobi all meeting in this village's town square. He spied with his microcosmic eyes, headbands belonging to a whole plethora of nations; there were ninja of many shapes and sizes. A familiar figure filled Nando's vision. "Xeta Walker-Neves! I've arrived, and by the looks of it, so have quite a few others..." The young boy scanned the crowd, noting various details and wetting his thin, cracked lips with saliva. A breath of cool air blew down from the mountain, inciting gooseflesh on Nando's exposed arms and whipping up dust devils in the distance. Fernando crunched his bare feet into the earth, loose dirt calming any volatile nerves he may have had previously. "So, Xeta Walker-Neves, who else can we possibly recruit to our squad? I don't recognize anyone here, from my village at least..." Unsurety pulsed like a busted metronome between Nando's prominent ears. He swept a hand through his rotting iron ore hair, just to have something to do with his hands. His tin helmet must have been misplaced in the dimentional exchange, a fact he noted just then. A grumbling, unrelated to hunger pangs, rang out from his core. Bandages seeped from the boy's flak jacket. . .

Yuan, his chakra resources still not fully restored made his way to the town square and was greeted by a larger number of ninja than what he had read back over by the statue. Yuan activates his eyes once more to see how the other ninja's chakra reserves are doing, as he does this the chakra networks of the the ninja light up like florescent lights taking the form of various different colors. Most of the ninja are only at half or 3/4 of their max chakra resources, even the ones with seemingly large chakra pools. Yuan could do two things as it right now, go around asking if people need healing or sit back reserve his chakra and wait to really find out whats going on. As Yuan says that the man that the old villager told them to go meet is standing in the middle of this square. It looks like the ninja will be broken up into 5 groups, so basically makeshift squads with mostly people we dont know from other villages. Yeah this should would out fine,Yuan thinks to himself sarcastically. Putting unknown ninja with unknown agendas with each other it should be fun to watch.

Why was everyone funneling into this small area? It was so tight and cramped and Kiseichu just wanted to leave, it was so horrible. So many different people he didn't know, so many headbands and lurking men who could stab him at any point. They would surely try to kill him at some point. They may be all in the same situation as him, all here without any knowledge or information, but when they got a hold of themselves then they would revert to their normal scheming ways... Everyone had an agenda. Even Kiseichu. He just had to make sure he achieved his while stopping others who got in his way. How was he supposed to watch his own back in this area? When he was crowded and other people were touching him like this. It was a good thing that he wasn't wearing his hat at this point, as everyone would know who he was and then he'd be a target. Just his red sash around his waist along with the red silken scarf he was wearing, along with his normal clothing. This hopefully wouldn't draw too much attention, and if it did then... He'd cross that bridge when he came to it. He had some tricks up his sleeve if he needed to use them. From his sash he could pull out dozens of weapons, reaching his hand into the very armory of Kirigakure itself and select what he wanted. His sensory skill would hopefully let him know when other large chakra sources were coming near him.. Friend or foe he wouldn't know, but unless their forehead had the sign of mist he would take his caution. Activating his trump card almost seemed like a good idea now to use just in case, but that would draw attention that he didn't want to draw... He'd have to wait until he was isolated, or when he was in a group with others from his village. Yes, he needed a group. There was strength in numbers.

Walking around cautiously, the young male walked up into the crowd, trying to get closer to the other boy who was shouting orders. It wouldn't be hard to slip through the crowd and befriend the child, and then follow him until he went to rest his pretty little he-
There was a huge fucking octopus coming right in this direction. Why is this happening. Kiseichu's green eyes shot wide, jaw almost dropping at the sight of this huge fucking octopus. Instinctively he would make to attempt to use handseals, just barely being able to hold himself back. To other's it just looked like a lot of twitching, but they could think what they wanted. What he needed to do now is avoid this octopus at all costs, as it was terrifying and he didn't want to deal with it. He quickly speed walked his ass right out of there, moving away from the boy and octopus as quickly as he could. Once he got to the far side away from this beast he could rest, and then possibly find his little lost Mistlings in this crowd.

Reaching the far side after rudely running through several people who were having a conversation, he stopped to catch his breath. This was too crazy. The urge to just dismember everyone here was overwhelming, but terrifying in its own right. He'd keep his calm. Or at least try to. Hopefully nobody would try to sneak up on him, or he may just snap and kill them from surprise. And of course, that was when he noticed the makeshift flag that someone was flying about. Some black graphite or charcoal smeared in four little waves... Kirigakure no Sato. Held between bricks of what used to be a building, and sitting by it... A Mistling of his. A large Mistling, being a well known jounin. He had just walked past it without noticing.. This was great. And if there were more of them here, that means...

He reached around to his back, pulling up the large triangular hat that was strapped to it. The hat that symbolized who he was. Kisei was rather found of it, wearing it whenever he could to help block out the sun. It also may or may not make him slightly more intimidating, but that wasn't confirmed. Regardless now he was clan in red and white silk, along with this fancy hat he was wearing. He could now make somewhat of an appearance for himself. He quickly made his way over to the ruins, making way over the piles of ruined bricks and walking calmly up the monument to sit beside the other, giving a small nod once he caught the jounin's attention.
It's nice to see-COUGH- It's nice to see another one of my Mistlings here.. His voice had originally been hoarse and quiet, his words coming out as little more than a whisper. It took just clear of his throat to fix that though. He couldn't show weakness here, especially not in front of others from Kirigakure no Sato. He couldn't let them know that he was scared in this situation. But once they got away from this octopus he'd be much less afraid. He could handle things that weren't over 80 meters tall. I've seen a few others of our color here, but I'm afraid that I've lost them in the crowd.. His eyes shifted around, scanning the area again. He knew that genin from earlier was here, and that was rather comforting to have not lost track of him for a long period of time. It was a few of the other's that he was worried for, that young girl and the Hoshigaki... There was a hint of embarrassment in his voice from the shame of admitting that he had lost track of those he should be taking care of. Hopefully they'd show up though. What's your opinion on this situation? I'm at... A bit of a loss of words... His voice trailed off again, the Mizukage shifting uncomfortably on the broken wall he before sitting down on it, beside the Aoyoma-Mistling.
[Group: EmptyTree - Banri - Yuki - Wolf - Ause - ???]

Ryuko’s hands trembled slightly as she made her way thought the streets of the village thought she tried not to show it as she clenched the handle of her lance tighter. Normally she kept it on her back but considering the situation she was in she was holding it in a neutral ready position so that she could react faster should someone attack her.

Somewhere along the way she had been separated from her makeshift group and now she was all on her own. Sure they had all come from different villages but she was worried about what had happened to Yoshi, Chinou and Aki. One second they had been with her and the next they were gone.

She had only stopped for a brief moment to hear that that one village elder had to say as he addressed everyone with one of the most bizarre stories she had ever heard in her life. She didn’t know these guys very well having just met them but it seemed a bit out of character for them to have just abandoned her, at least willingly.

Hopefully they were just in the town square which seemed to be the designated meeting place for everyone who had been called here. Well assuming anyone bought the ludicrous story the old fart had been telling them anyhow. I mean really the sage of the six paths was long dead so unless he was some kind of zombie how could he have brought them here?

And if by some stretch of the imagination the sage actually had summoned them there had to be some serious mistake of some kind. From what Ryuko had seen of the other ninja she’d spotted thus far as she made her way thought the village the vast bulk of the group had to be simple gennin like her.

Oh sure there had to be at least a couple of Jounin around since Aki was one, but overall you’d think that if they had the power to pull people from across the bloody continent like this that they’d bloody pick the best of the lot.

That aside there was something in the back of her mind bothering her but she was having a hard time putting her finger on what exactly it was. Sure she could normally tell a ninja apart from a civilian if they weren’t actively trying to blend in but the ninja here where all standing out too much.

Now that she had stopped to think about it partly as a way to keep her mind off of how out of place she seemed the fashion the civilians where all sporting seemed wildly out of date. They were wearing clothes that seemed more like they belonged in a historical period piece then some sort of retro style.

That was certainly something to pounder about as she glanced at the few shinobi that had gathered at the square so far hoping to find her new acquaintances but coming up empty causing her to let out a long sigh of disappointment.

Ryuko blanched slightly at the sheer amount of men there where in the square. With all the dirty filthy boys in once place the entire assembly was in danger of becoming a cock fest dick swinging contest about who could exterminate the monsters the best or worse each other and then how the heck would they get back home?

Would they tap their heels together three times, and say the request out loud? Ha as funny as that would be to seen grown men do she figured their best bet was to work together on the assignment asked of them. Even if they story behind it was a fable it seemed likely that once the task was complete the jutsu that had brought them here would cancel out.

Make no mistake Ryuko was loyal to her village but due to her background she was a bit more open to working with foreign ninja than most. Narturally the vast bulk of the jobs the daimyo gave out went to kumokagure but every once and awhile it just made more sense to outsource. As the proverb went sometimes you need something done in the land of swamps so you get a team from Taki to do it.

And so in the spirit of cooperation Ryuko decided to great the only other girl currently on the field despite the fact pretty kimono wearing woman was being flanked by a very intimidating looking man clad in armor that seemed strangely appropriate for the setting since it was almost as out of time as the rest of the odd little village.

Strapping her lance onto her back so that she would be coming at them open handed Ryuko approached the duo from straight on at a regular pace so at to make clear her non hostile intentions. Sure everyone had been getting along so far but considering the situation the entire house of guards could come down at the slightest provocation.

“um… hello.” She said blushing slightly as she addressed Yuuka and acting unusually timid considering her normally fierce personality. Yuuka was the most beautiful looking Kunoichi Ryuko had ever met with oddly mismatched but alluring eyes that seemed to sparkle like gemstones admin the cool evening air.

To Ryuko it was almost as if someone had stepped out of a painting and come to life and she wasn’t quite sure what to make of this slightly older and more mature woman other than hoping maybe they could be friends.

“What kinda creatures do you reckon they want us to deal with?” Ryuko blurted the first half way reasonable question that she could think of to keep herself from squealing like some sort of demented fan girl or worse asking for some skin condition tricks like was ever so typical.

(OOC: Uhehehehehehe. This can be fun nao.)

Feeling safe was far from what Lokifur felt like, he was like one of those lost little boys in a horror movie. Any supposed prowess of the boy was insignificant in the face of the unknown monsters occupying the Land of Demons. Nonchalantly, the Takigakure shinobi graced the area with a charmful glee of depression. Fully aware of his weakness, Lokifur would clearly present himself to the people in the area, trying to not cause any trouble. A twisted smile frequented the obviously corrupted face of Lokifur. Irritated, the boyo didn't have any time to correct his appearance for the best social results in interacting with the weaklings who were pseudo-monsters of infinite boredom. Lokifur tried to make himself believe that he was somehow inferior to the people around him, but he just couldn't do it. Initially, upon entering the area with a soft pace, he wouldn't look that strange. Except, he quickly began sweating profusely and moaning with intense satisfaction as scenarios played out on how to mess with the people gathering around Majira. All of the make-up covering the scars and tattoos on the body of Lokifur had faded away. Realistically, the make-up wasn't required for Lokifur, as he didn't deem these peasants worthy of his full impression of incomprehensible power. The soil dug into the shoes and socks of the playful little man whom darted about in a linear motion to the Majira boy. A green outfit was adorned on the body of the Takigakure shinobi, as he placed overalls of the most smexy variety to grant the perfect figurine of Lokifur solitude. Long ago, preparations were made for the safety of Lokifur, as he'd already have his Negative Emotions Sensing activated through some hand signs made from many hundreds of meters away from the perceived weaklings in the presence of Majira.

Upon waking up in the Land of Demons, Lokifur had decided to please the poor folk roaming the lands by donning the guise of a pleasant individual at first. The young man had played with the locals, the children, oh the children, and he had gleaned as much information as possible from them. Afterwards, he'd be demonic and threatening to gain the maximum amount of information possible in regards to the area he was in. Necessary acquisitions of food and supplies had been made in the village. The layout for a few miles out was fully comprehended and Lokifur heartlessly stole as much as he wanted whilst beating down whoever stopped the almighty ninja. Social connections in the area and various useful areas were taken into account as the little man traversed the lands. The Takigakure ninja would have a small backpack of food, stolen clothes, and firewood on his back. Extremely weighed down, the poor child tried to obtain sympathy from the surrounding ninja. Although, he himself had taken the clothes of the locals, so he may blend in with them. A decently sized piece of wood was in the hands of Lokifur, as the latent pyromaniac had lit the wood aflame, assuring it'd last for hours if needed. Although it was probably dangerous in appearance along with the supplies, the Takigakure boyo made sure to keep himself and others away from harm by the items in his possession.

Placing the end of the fire stick into his mouth, Lokifur stood a few inches away from Majira, always keeping his senses focused on everybody in the surroundings. Truly, since the moment he had entered the Land of Demons, Lokifur had focused as much as possible on the individuals and what he could sense around him. Anything he wanted to do would be stopped by himself if there was necessary caution to be taken in suspicious actions performed by the weaklings swarming about. Briefly, the genin would perform some hand signs as fast as he could, and he'd perform Eye Mind Reading on Majira whilst numming the fire stick. The fire stick would he taken out without any alteration to it's state or effectiveness and a small piece of it lit up by being blown on to the fire was spit out behind Majira to threaten him, as it'd only slightly miss him with it's ability to burn his cloth. Any useful information to gain from the boy was taken and Lokifur would then be on his way. Honestly, the Takigakure ninja had gotten sick of the little demons in the Land of Demons. Too many children, too little time. The boy was quite reluctant to be in the presence of so many adults, though. Meeting with all kinds of younglings who helped out Lokifur made him appreciative of being sent to the Land of Demons for at least that one purpose. All the time, it seemed like big boys had wanted to use the genin for their own special purposes. People overestimated the poor Lokifur and he just wanted to be left alone to his own devices. Then, while he would be alone, he'd wanna screw around with other people behind their backs. Was that so bad? It's not like the Takigakure fellow was a scumbag or anything, he just liked to play around whilst following the lead of others. There was an unconscious feeling inside Lokifur wanting to kill everybody around for not taking advantage of the great opportunity to get information from other villages, but Lokifur was the kind of guy who didn't act first no matter what. Nobody had anything the kid wanted, yet. With the fire stick back in his hand and no harm coming to him, the Lokifur boyo would await the loving of some pedo, hopefully. Lokifur needed some frieeeends. ;.;

OOC wrote:

Well here we go: Jushiro?, Yuuka?, Yoshitsune?, Ryuko Rose?, Chinou?, ??? Ehm, 5 out of 6 if all are agreeable to such a team?

And also, did someone order an extra helping of temporary comic relief?

It was strange. Yoshitsune had been taking the quickest route he could, jumping from building to building while he approached the village square, carefully judging which ones could withstand the stress of ninja travel and which ones couldn't, planning his path attentively and warily. One wrong move and he could be sent tumbling to the ground below. At this speed that could be dangerous.

As such it came as no surprise that when he made to slow down the part of the roof he had landed on collapsed slightly, sending Yoshtisune tumbling down. Managing to throw out a hand and briefly grip it with chakra, the boy's tumble was being brought under control as quickly as could without dislocating anything. It was such that Yoshitsune made his entrance to this square, coming down, sailing through the air in a mild panic, and just barely managing to not injure himself by rolling to a stop after a few meters, having stopped almost three meters in front of where Yuuka and Izanagi calmly stood, or had stood should they choose to move. The trajectory and the roll had been clear of any obstacles but that of the ground, being rather smooth and containing nothig dangerous that could injure someone. Hopefully people would not see it as anything threatening, just a panicked genin that managed to steer himself and his crisis back in to calm waters. And it was there, on the ground, that Yoshitsune began to move again, a short, pained groan issuing from his lips even as he checked to see if his sheath and the weapon in it were still secured to his left hip. Luckily it was still there, and he was uninjured too, and he hadn't struck anything or anyone on the way down. "Well, that went better than expected."

And laying there on the ground the plate on his sash signifying a Konohagakure allegiance for this newcomer was the first identification for those he had yet to speak to or never met previously. The timely arrival, from the tumbling fall to the roll to the stop had all happened after Lokifur's exit if said thig was not interrupted, following the timeline with a small lag of four seconds between one genin's exit and another's entrance. Should Yuuka and Izanagi remain as previously described, Yoshitsune would see them first of all those gathered. "Hi... have we met before?" Since Ryuko was there Yoshitsune would politely greet her with a wave once he noticed her in the crowd, having met her not too long ago. But he was currently unable to do much more than that, having found members of his own village that he likely needed to speak to. Even if they were not ones familiar to him.

Akuharu breathed in deeply, the scent of blood, burnt flesh, burnt food, burnt wood, burnt lives stained the air like some great blot. There was infact, such a blot slowly making its way upwards into the atmosphere now. To the imaginary airborne observer, it would indeed look like the small Village had been blotted out by a mysterious cloudy inkdrop which was slowly beginning to dissipated now, the last fires burning their cold heaths to ash. Akuharu took his time to watch these, to understand the situation. To think. They seemed to have been deliberately called here, but at how much loss? The displacement of so much chakra at once had blinded his sensory skills when he had been initially exposed to it. Keeping his sensory skills a little more finely tuned then normal, Akuharu found himself instinctively avoiding the presence of a rather formidable source of chakra being the cautious person he was he made sure that he kept his distance from the malignant - cursed- source of chakra as it made its way around the reigon of land that comprised the small Village. Walking in its wake, Akuharu saw a number of effects as it seemed to break in, gather items and leave injuries on those who would defend the precious little they now owned. A most disgusting individual if ever Akuharu had the unpleasantness to see one. In any case, Akuharu would join the familiar figure of his Kage in the small gathering he had created, content to watch and wait, only joining the gathering after the exit of the odd source of the chakra had departed.

[OOC: I'm giving ET permission to minorly control my character who will just be following around my group until I get back from my sport.]

" I guess that was a round about way of getting here". Aki thought as he had finally reached his destination. He smiled a bit thinking that perhaps it wasn't a good idea to stop and help that old lady find her grandson. But then again if he didn't the boy would have been crushed by all that gravel. Aki appeared coming from the east side entrances to the town square. He scanned the area quickly hoping to find the little team he started with already here. So far though not a lot of luck he notice that everyone seem so be kinda distance from each other, as though they were forming up some kind of team, or maybe it was just a small thought in his mind. He looked over and seen a group of mist villager sitting next to each other. Of course that is not something that's really surprising.

The crowd here was indeed large, it would also seem that a kid also had some large octopus behind him. As if it was his bodyguard or something. Aki found it to be quite odd, but in the shinobi world nothing really comes as a surprise. Upon farther inspection of the crowd he notices a very familiar looking weapon attach to a very familiar looking body. It would also seem she has made friends with some very interesting people. A very captivating kunochi and a very barbaric looking male. A very interesting duo indeed, but ll the same aki ddidn't care to much about that. He was more focused on ryu if anything just relieved that she made it here unharmed. Still however he didn't see the other two they were with. Hopefully they show up unharmed as well. Like clock work here came another member of the group almost seeming like he fell out of heaven or something it was a very grand entrance to say the least but for now he would focus on ryu, now walking up behind her. The woman has he got closer had more of a welcoming vibe from her while the male seemed to be more distant and focused on everyone around him. I guess t was only right seeing as though mostly no one actually knew each other so a pac among enemies right now would be all the wiser. As aki was now standing right behind ryu at this point his face pretty much a blank canvas all that was seen was a clearly empty small on his face. " There you are ryu, was kinda worried when you disappeared on me. I see you made it as well hope that fall didn't hurt to much. Aki placing his hand on the top of her head while saying that. His golden orbs now meeting with the woman standing infront of him. " Have you seen anyone else from the group because I can't find". Aki now moved his hand from her head to now placing it on her. shoulder. " Are these friends of yours?... Sorry where are my manners the name is Aki and your??". Aki now noticing the leaf symbol on the man which more then likely meant this woman was also from the leaf. " Great just great leaf shinobi out of all the people to speak to". He thought to himself.

"It's good to see you, sensei. Better still to know there's someone here I can trust."

Banri extended his hands to his student and pulled the young fellow up on the wall and effectively inviting him into the group.

"I could say the same about you, Hisashi. Akuharu is here too and should be arriving shortly. Other than him, we're best off keeping our distance from everyone and anyone."

Banri's large and somewhat exhausted looking eyes skimmed the town square as he talked. Amids the rubble and chaos, shinobi from various countries slowly came dripping in. Though he had a difficult time spotting their forehead protectors from such a distance, he could see they were strangers by the way they all kept their distance and found a clear and safe spot to set camp. Only one duo of ninja's that arrived seemed acquainted. While slowly and nervously fiddling with his thumbs, he silently prayed things would stay that way. There was safety in numbers, and Kirigakure would be at a massive advantage if they managed to form one large group against several smaller ones.

It as at that moment a boy in the far back of the town square decided to summon a large octopus and Banri, while being at a safe distance, could help but being a little startled by the sudden appearance of the large seamonster. He never really was one for summons. As a genjutsu expert, battling titans was not quite in his area of expertise. Upon realising what had happened, his eyes narrowed to slits and he mumbled somewhat agitated.

"Way to stir up trouble in a situation like this..."

It was at that moment that another mistling arived: The Mizukage. The most powerful of all Kiri shinobi and the one person Banri had wished would come strengthen their squad. With the lord of water on their side, they were at a huge advantage against the other shinobi here, regardless of how strong they were. Whilst the Mizukage nodded politely at seeing Banri, he responded to this small gesture by saluting and chanting a powerfull "Mizukage-sama" - The only way he deemed fit of greeting a shinobi of the Mizukages caliber with. Upon the Mizukages question about his take on the situation, his eyes narrows gain and his right hand moved to his chin, much like the famous statue known for its everlasting pondering. Banri overthought the situation for a few seconds before responding to his superiour.

"They would have us going up against ancient monsters shoulder to shoulder with countless old enemies, without offering any form of a reward. I feel for this village as much as the next person, but I don't think we should risk this much manpower just for charity's sake."

Akuharu scaled the wall and joined the rest of the mistlings. Banri greeting his student, who he had met before in the chaos, by nodding at the youngster. His eyes skimmed the square another time, only to notice there seemed to be a second large group forming: That of Konoha. He'd have to keep an eye on them. For a split second, he considered staying here. Taking the task given to them by the village elder and gaining as much intel on the opposing villages and shinobi as possible. He quickly shrugged off this idea again however, figuring that too was not worth staying in this snakepit.

"I say we gather all the Mist shinobi who are here and make our way back to the village as a group. But then, Mizukage, as the highest ranking shinobi, the final decision is yours ofcourse."

Upon the arrival via building top he crouched over the ledge of what seemed to be the highest in the area. He was not on the very top of the tri story building but rather perched in front of the window seal peering at the crowd from above. The architectural design of the building provided columns and banisters that bathed the area with concealing umbra that was only breached by the luminous rays of the sun that managed to squeeze through the cracks and faults of the old building. The railings in front of him were made of old cast iron and spanned 15ft wide. For now he would observe his natural brown eyes being substituted by Sharingan. All who were there no doubt were shinobi from other villages and this was a fine time to gather intel. As much Uchiha pride as he held …being a Hyuuga would have been so much more beneficial right now. But you play with the cards you are dealt. All movements within the crowd were analyzed and he was just in ear shot of the village elder. He listened while his eyes scanned assessing and evaluating everyone who came into view of the main body of Shinobi. Those crimson hues mere slits to focus in better on all who came by and any who could be a potential threat. The uchiha knew the ins and outs of the building and its surrounding areas layout and would simply take the most direct exit if something were to go out of control that he could not handle. It was close to the other group of shinobi present in the town, almost right on top of them, just a higher platform and despite it’s size it was old and seemingly merged with other buildings in what seemed to be one giant mass of wood, iron, and stone. A step to the side behind one of the banisters would be taken where the light swallowed the shadows whole. Qilin would simply back away as to not give away his position. His mind held no cruel intent for as of now he just wanted to study all who were in attendance. He believed in survival of the fittest and he was interested in seeing who were the strong and who were the week yet for now it was too early to tell.  He was quite sure there were a few sensory ninja who had picked up on his position yet he posed no immediate threat did he? “hm….” Escaped his lips as he would now merely wait.

[OOC: A lil late, Exams. Fun .-. If Minoru's group still have that space left, I'll join their group, if the group consents]

It seemed everyone was already far into forming groups by the time Elixar had gotten to the town plaza. A little disgruntled, he hung back away from everyone, scanning around for anyone he knew, he wasn't the sort of outgoing person that would just leap into conversation with any random person, but he could see that going as part of a group would be safer and make the whole thing a lot easier. He waited, taking one last look around, he could see that Yuan and Ryuko, both genin from his village were present, the latter in conversation with another girl who looked of a similar age. Yuan seemed to be lurking also, watching as people joined groups. Deciding it would likely be better to work with someone that he'd worked with before.
Sighing, he waded through the crowd towards the girl, he would stay a little of the way before he'd simply step beside the girl with a simple, "Hey." Short sweet, and not with much assertion, the way Elixar handled all casual conversation.

[shit posts, idc]

Kaizu arrived at the what once used to be a town square with his bud Hisashi. The young genin was not unprepared for whatever was going to take place and in accordance with that he managed to pick up some supplies on his way here such as clothes and food. The origin of his supplies will remain undisclosed as he simply didn't obtain them in a noble fashion.

Kaizu simply followed Hisashi around while being constantly vary of the sorrondings, trying to make sure that none of the foreign shinobi will try anything stupid. Soon some guy named Majira started speaking about some quest. Kaizu found it weird that everyone were happy to help without even knowing what the shit was going on.

Most of them had confused faces but there were people like this girl on the front that asked what kind of monsters will we be dealing with. Kaizu facepalmed for a moment and muthered the word sheep through his soft lips. For now he was just here to wait.

Ryuko was busy trying to strike up a convestation with Yuuko as Lokifur made his way into the square. The young princess spared the boy a quick glance only for a shiver to run up her spin as she spotted the twisted grin plastered on his face. It was so eerie she subconsciously took a half step further away from him and looked away trying to pretend that she hadn’t seen him at all and failing due to his forceful moaning that only served to up the creepy factor to eleven.

“Eep” Ryuko squeaked as out of nowhere someone put a hand on her head and lightly ruffled her hair. She’d been so distracted by Lokifur acting like a deranged psychopath that she hadn’t been paying full attention to everything else around her allowing Aki to actually sneak up on her.

"There you are ryu, was kinda worried when you disappeared on me” said the jounin as Ryuko tried to wiggled away, her face blushing fiercely. She wasn’t used to being touched like this and it was making her feel vaguely uncomfortable, thought the fact Aki had been worried about her made her feel strangely happy.

“My name is Ryuko, when did I give you permission to shorten it?” she asked gruffly thought secretly she kind of liked the fact he’d given her a nickname that wasn’t hime-chan for once, but given the fact she hadn’t had a chance to introduce herself to the two leaf ninja yet she didn’t want them to misunderstand what her name actually was.

“Have you seen anyone else from the group because I can't find…” Aki started to say. He must have sensed her discomforted as he quickly moved his hand away from ruffling her hair to her shoulder which felt much more natural to her since people tended to do that when they gave her a lecture about her inappropriate behavior.

But whatever Aki was going to say next was cut off as the formerly missing Yoshitsune suddenly came tumbling down from the top of a nearby building to join the group as he hit the ground with a hard thump and came to a rolling stop smack dab between the pair of leaf ninja and the odd couple from cloud and sound.

“I see you made it as well, hope that fall didn't hurt too much.” said Aki while Ryuko was still in shock about how Yoshi had chosen to rejoin them to fully react. A small part of her couldn’t help notice how callus Aki had just sounded in comparison to when he’d been worried about her but she put that aside for the moment as she recovered from her shock and ran over to Yoshi to check up on him even as he gave her a welcoming wave hello.

“Oh my god are you alright Yoshi?” She asked as she offered him a hand to help him get back up onto his feet. He looked like he was relatively intact but she was no medic so it was hard for her to tell for sure if he really was ok or not. Now if they could just find Chinou the entire makeshift group would be back together again.

"Are these friends of yours? Sorry where are my manners the name is Aki and your??" inquired Aki about the two leaf ninja Ryuko had been trying strike up a conversation with earlier as he introduced himself to them.

Well Ryuko wouldn’t describe them as friends exactly. At least not yet anyhow, after all they’d just met. She hadn’t even gotten their names yet and knew less about them then she did her improvised team mates which wasn’t exactly much. But as the saying goes better the evil you know then the evil you don’t.

“Hey” said a voice she actually knew from before this strange day had begun as Elixar stepped up to stand beside her on the opposite side of Aki. Ryuko couldn’t put her finger on why it was their but she felt like there was some sort of silent friction between the two jounin. Hopefully that didn’t spell trouble and they’d be able to get along at least until they figured out a way to get back home anyhow.

“Sensai you got drawn here too?” Ryuko asked surprised to be seeing him since he’d left on some mission. Then she felt silly for asking since if everyone else here had been pulled across space then why not Elixar as well. It’s not like he had some special immunity to being summoned by someone as powerful as the sage of the six paths would have to be if even half the myths about him where true.

"You guys move way too fast.” complained Chinou as he finally decided to show up late to the party. Thankfully he looked like he was ok and hadn’t run into any trouble along the way getting her like Ryuko had been worried about.

“Or maybe you just move too slow. Are you sure you’re not part turtle?” Ryuko teased lightly. She’d been the first one here after all so she felt like she’d earned a bit of room the raze the boys a little for their tardiness as Chinou introduced himself to the two leaf nin.

"Would I be wrong in assuming we've got a formed group?" asked Chinou. That seemed a good idea, she’d already teamed up with him, Yoshi and Aki for a short while before they had been separated so they had a core for a team built already. It wouldn’t be hard for her to talk Elixar into sticking with them so the only question was if two leaf ninja would go along with it.

Mona would enter the town square slowly, taking sips from her jug of saki every few steps. She noticed she was one of the last of the group to enter the square, oh well she was known to be tardy to almost everything anyways. She could see a multitude of different ninja gathered from all over the ninja world, major and minor nations alike. Mona guessed an altercation or fight could go off any minute, and throw this entire gathering into a frenzy of anarchy and death, well at least she hoped. She took another sip from her jug, most would just see her as a simple drunk with how dirt she was, and the fact that her ninja head band was concealed beneath her dress, making it impossible for anyone to determine what village she belonged too. She wondered how long it would take till this monster hunt got underway, or everyone started killing each other.

She stayed towards the back of the groups gathered, finding a nice place to sit on some debris from a nearby building. She would still be able to slightly see the little kid that was apparently going to lead them into the mountains filled with monsters that tortured the land. She wondered how long he would last before either being killed by a ninja, or one of the monsters. It was quiet an odd site to see so many ninja from so many villages getting along and agreeing to go on this fool's mission, but hey what did Mona care. She would simple sit on her piece of ruble, taking occasional sips from her jug, and wait for the groups to head into the mountains. She would preoccupy herself until then with regaining the last of her chakra, and watching melting pot of ninja villages converse and mingle.

(4/4 will go with whoever needs a member in their group.)