Popsicles and Epiphanies [KO]

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[ko]

Heat. Everywhere. Surrounding the people of Soragakure in a never-ending storm of violent waves of heat, nearly melting them into a pile of sweaty mush. For most, the best that could be done was to either sit in the shade that could be found—most of which was overcrowded with desperate smelly people—or stay indoors with open windows or an air conditioner running at full speed and as low as the meter would allow. It seemed that some people nearly broke that knob in an attempt to make the temperature in their houses lower than possible. Crazy? Perhaps. But the entire village was probably desperate for a change in temperature or for an unexpected rain to shower down on the dry earth and in term cool down the atmosphere. Sounded great. It would not be a surprise if everyone in the village would simply go out and truly dance in the rain. But the odd of rain was highly unlikely.

However, there was one man that strode along the village, head held high, and not a sweat on his brow showed. He seemed content with the weather, almost as though he was immune to the blazing weather that melted others in mere seconds, drawing them back to their house from the rays of the sun. He was...oblivious. In fact, he wore his usual outfit: a fur coat that covered him from neck to calf. Was he crazy? Perhaps. Yes and no. As he walked close to people, relief came to their face but soon faded as he passed them down the streets. Some looked back, confused expressions crossed their face, but Ko simply ignored the weird looks and strut around with his proud jutsu.

Yes. It was a jutsu. The jutsu? Ondo seigyo (Temperature Control). While the range was only two feet around his body, it was very affective to the caster. But one thing that was wrong was Ko was outright tired. He had been training in, to him, this nonexistent heat that was kept at a stable 72 degrees within his jutsu barrier. He said down on a bench. It was a small bench, barely enough to fit two people, but Ko simply ignored the girl that was already sitting on the clustered bench. He didn’t feel that it was awkward, and much less cared. He was content with his cooled body and watched as everyone else suffered. He gave a slightly crooked smile before reaching into his inner jacket and pulled out his pipe and stick it in his mouth, preparing it for a quick smoke.

Beside him he knew that the girl could feel a tad bit of the temperature from where Ko sat, but didn’t expect her to know where exactly it was coming from. Maybe she would think It was just a cool breeze wiping through the village. Who knows? Maybe she did.

Jutsu Used:
Ondo seigyo (Temperature Control) - Activated - Turn 1

[kurokid2]

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[ko]

Ko leaned back, resting his head on the backboard of the bench. It was just low enough that he could firmly rest it there upon his hands that crossed back for support, but just high enough so that his tobacco wouldn’t fall out of his pipe. With his warm fur coat, Ko couldn’t feel how cold he had been making his jutsu. He looked over to find the girl sitting next to him shivering in her place. She seemed confused and his suspicions were confirmed when she asked him why it had gotten so cold all of a sudden.

Ko’s eyes closed and his mouth formed a crooked, but happy, smile across his face, his pipe still being held between his top and bottom teeth. His eyes now smiled slightly with him as they curved with endless crow’s feet. He was a little young to have wrinkles around his eyes, and he knew he looked slightly older than he should, but he honestly didn’t care.

His hand reached up to his pipe and took it out, white smoke puffing into the sky, drifting off from the constant wind Soragakure provided. Good for Ko, it didn’t blow into the girl’s face. He opened his mouth to speak, the smile still etched on his crooked face. “I’ll warm you up a little.” After he said that he immediately wanted to take it back. It sounded...creepy. His free hand scratched the back of his head and his cheeks turned red. It didn’t take much effort of strength to up the temperature in the barrier to a much more tolerable amount. Little by little he increased it. “Tell me when I hit the jackpot.” Again he struggled with his words. He bit down on his pipe, leading it up and town in his mouth.

Awkward.

[kurokid2]

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[STYLE=background: #1c54a0; opacity: 0.9; filter:alpha(opacity=80); padding: 3px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 100; color: #ffffff; padding: 5px;] ...Wh-what? Banana's bottom quickly scooted to the very farthest inch of the edge of the bench, eyeing the stranger suspiciously after his rather disturbing words. Was this man a pervert? One of those guys who buy hentai and do all of that weird stuff to people? Would he do those things in public? Rather, would he do those things to her in public?! Gah, so many questions. Banana remained weary of this man, though upon observing him, he seemed to...young?... to be a pervert. If that made any sense. Anyway, she decided to at the very least make conversation with the man. It would be rude to just ignore him. The air around her began to shift in temperature after just a few moments, returning to its once warmed state if not a tad warmer. "Um, that's fine. Thanks." She would attempt to give the man a moment of eye contact, just for manner's sake, but her eyes would not leave his. For some reason...she knew this guy. Was he at the sweet stand? Did he want the free ice cream prize? Did she steal it right under his nose? Why so many damn questions, Banana?! Well, whatever compelled her, she had to know who he was. With an outstretched hand, she offered her red-haired acquaintance the still unwrapped popsicle she held in her lowered hand. She may as well share it; two may make her sick after all. "Hey, smoking is bad for you or something. Suck on this instead." Wait, does 'suck on this' usually come off as rude? [/style] [STYLE=background: #1c54a0; opacity: 0.7; filter:alpha(opacity=80); width: 300px; padding: 3px; color: #ffffff;]Stuff and whatever[/style]

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