Post by vanessa ☯ on Jan 4, 2013 1:23:02 GMT -5
ooc. ASDF THIS POST IS SO LONG IDK WHY
SOMEBODY STOP ME
Orochi saved the blonde chuunin's dignity by quickly averting his amber eyes just a heartbeat after she began to blush. Humiliating events would carry on to affect in new and varied ways throughout life, as long as the bearer held a decent memory span. If the gentle woman was to be placed on his task-squad, he would need to act as though he saw nothing. He didn't feel even the vaguest hint of embarrassment, that shameless jounin, as he never understood why some women acted in such a manner. He liked the sort of scrappy, feisty women that could put up a fight and play along with his long drawn-out games. Ina was too filled with poetic reveries. But they could be friends - the two seemed to balance each other out nicely, strengthening what the other lacked.
"It's alright though, because it shows the bounds of their love, though I wish she would do the old things we used to do."
His attention was drawn back to Ina, whose story seemed so devastatingly akin to his own. Words fell from her mouth like backlogged burdens, with uninhibited thoughts and feelings, light but heavy simultaneously. It seemingly as though she needed somebody to listen and completely understand. Orochi listened quietly, now fixing his gaze on the clipped horizon ahead where pointed mountains stood. "My mother is something like that. I always thought that she'd come around on her own time, although she never did. I don't know how to help." He ended simply, his straightforward words lacked any of the troubled beauty that Ina's did. Orochi didn't like getting personal on first appearances, there was a multitude of reasons for so.
The two were so very different - a conceit and a serene - yet their pasts closely mirrored one another's. He had always believed that experience was what created a person, how could the two be so unalike? At least Ina had evidently tried to dissect the meaning that stood beneath the ice-thin surface. Orochi had simply jumped to the conclusion that his mother was faint at heart. The jounin thought - he would be fated to be tender minded as well, which explained his continual stoic manner in attempt to cloak any shred of all-human compassion.
The woman before him was filled with a sort of light, despite loneliness and nostalgia rioting through the air like malaria, as though she was a quiet sort of rebel. A rebel against how Kirigakure demanded its shinobi to be reckless, quick to leap into the heart of battle. How could one like this survive in the writhing cesspool that was the world that shinobi inhibited? She was definitely strong within. Orochi found her fascinating, odd to say as he only found himself as a creature worthy of deep interest. Yet, he was not swayed. Logic and facts were needed to endure and thrive. Emotions didn't keep them safe - unsheathed swords and raw chakra did. That's how Orochi had survived through the rockiness of his own life. His burnished-copper occuli slid away from the mountains and rested again on Ina, who was lost in piety, gazing deeply into her teacup. He wouldn't have been surprised if she had coughed up a little pearl into that delicate cup after her thoroughly poignant string of verbosity. She sighed as though tiny breaths of happiness was slowly leaving the living vessel that enshrouded her soul. Even this blissful, sensitive chuunin owned some sadness deeply within. His own sorrows were complex, dark as night and hundreds of fathoms deep, and Orochi wasn't going to test the cold waters quite today.
" I was happy to be born here, because I too can become what I long to be. A strong Shinobi as my father was."
Her lips parted in another endearing smile, yet she glanced down, as though remembering the praise that Orochi had given more. Her dream wasn't particularly unique, but it was still ambitious. Orochi was reminded of one of his genins, a shy withdrawn one who yearned to be a strong ninja. Whatever his name was. It was a weird name (in his own condescending opinion), something like Romaji or whatever, he had forgotten. Where was that kid anyway?
"Well, dreams are a start." He paused, wondering if Ina had the drive to pursue her wishes, rather than others who sat around and wished aimlessly on the little stars at night. Orochi could vaguely remember him asking about his own genin team about their aspirations and whether they had the determination to carry through.
His words followed his quick train of thought, sounding quite abrupt, "It would be an interesting fight between you and Izo, fire against ice, but you're far too gentle to spar with a friend, aren't you?" There was a hint of teasing behind his sly tones, as though provoking a friendly scrap. The word 'gentle' had been formed with a push of deliberate expansion. Orochi obliged gladly, letting the tea maiden refill his cup with more steaming tea. His lips were drawn back in the very ghost of a rare smile, "But we're gonna have to get along if we're put on all slotted on missions-team, right?" He hadn't read Ina's mind, the Kirigakure jounin had only spoken his own. Although careful, he wasn't shy or inhibited in his speech.
"so what were your journey about?, and did you find what you were seeking?"
Orochi leaned back in his languid position, drinking the tea deeply in and closing his amber eyes. Only as a dramatic effect, though. Staying around Hina had rubbed some of her over-dramatics on him.
His head bowed, as though ghosts of horrible memories haunted his mind like the stairs of an old house. "Serious, private jounin things. It's all confidential stuff that only the Mizukage knows about... you didn't hear it from me, okay? There were giant blood-sucking leeches, fire-breathing dragons, lions with teeth that could have shamed a shark, even sharks that could walk on land. I was once carried off by a giant eagle to her eyrie when she tried to feed her hungry chicks. But I fought them off single-handedly, because I'm just too terrifically great. So thank me, otherwise the milk of concord would have been poured into this hell of a world." He explained with a thoroughly deadpan expression. Orochi could be quiet a poet with his words when he needed it for effect. There was a solemn nod before continuing, "There were cannibals swifter than the wind, sphinxes that spoke of such complex riddles that could have sent a philosophical genius babbling to a hospital, pirates that sailed in giant anglerfish rather than ships. I found the endless supply of treasure that I sought, along with the hand in marriage of a lady whose beauty is world-reknown. I hear that I had left a long string of brokenhearted ladies after news of this broke out. But that little beauty-queen had two hands, and there was another male on my assignment-team whom eyed her like a talking serpent eyeing young and innocent Eve." His honey-coloured eyes opened and his eyebrows lifted, in his great acting skills, his occuli had shifted spectrum and seemed a little darker. His voice dropped into a concentrated whisper and he leaned forward, much like one telling a big secret. "So we fought to the death. To prove my love for her, and to save her from this evidently dangerously greedy man. He was quite valiant and an equal opponent of my skills, so I died. But the lovely maiden cried magical tears over my death, which splashed over my wounds as I slowly died in her arms, and I was brought back into life. Because I am just too great. I returned to battle, and used his bones to whittle an engagement ring to my fair lady later on."
Of course, he was simply playing. Whilst on-duty, Orochi would have never even dreamed about fooling around as so. "And what have you two done with your lives? If you're put on missions with me, you're bound to have grand adventures as so."