Papercut [Open]

((This is a remake of the Papercut Thread in the Ninja Battles section. This one will count as normal RP, instead of battle, however))

"I'll have a cold glass of cranberry juice please", Kamizara muttered to the barkeeper as she made a gesture towards the with red liquid filled bottles on the shelf behind him. As the old, chubby man turned around to fetch her some, Kamizara looked around the bar she was currently in and observed her surroundings carefully. With her left hand leaning on the barcounter, and her right hand resting on the pouch strapped to her right thigh, she made both a slacking as well as an alert impression. She second was true. Kamizara had always been fully aware of the fact she was a criminal on the run, and thus did everything she did with extra care. Danger lurked around the corner, pityful bountyhunters showed up everywhere. Not even drinken a glass of cranberry juice was to be considered a safe action. As she put more weight on the hard, oak surface of the counter, she closed her eyes for a second and tried to sense the chakra of those around her as accurate as possible. None of them posessed great amount of it, none of them seemed to have a developed chakra system. None of them was thus a ninja, aside from one hooded figure at the table in the back, who seemed to be playing cards with a blonde lady, he had chakra equivalent to that of a Genin. Not to be considered a threat, with that amount of chakra. Whoever he was, he was not dangerous. Cranberry juice could be consumed without fearing a sudden assassination.

Kamizara turned around, looking the barkeeper straight in the eye as she did so. Appearantly he had stood behind her for a couple of seconds already, holding her glass of juice, pondering about what was the best way to notify Kamizara he had her drink ready. She made a rather cold and unkind impression after all and, lets face it, old man barkeeper looked like a complete whussy. Appearantly he lacked to self confidence to start speaking to her. Nonetheless, when he noticed Kamizara spotted him, he simply put down the glass om the counter in front of her and went back to work, leaving the missing kunoichi alone with her lovely juice. She grabbed hold of the glass and took a sip of the juice as she thought through what she had done again, and tried to figure out what her next best step would be. She was currently in....what was it? A small village named Yorakure, that was its name. A small village right next to the edge of the mountains of the lighting country, existing only out of about 9 sturdy, wooden cabins and this bar. She had no particular reason for being here, aside from running from the world known to her and seeking some years of peace of quiet. So far, it seemed as if this goal would be reached. There were no shinobi around here, nor any other hostile figures. This seemed like it would be a quiet afternoon, but would it?

Kiun had taken up a job in a bar to gain some pocket change so that he could gamble freely in the village he had found himself in. The word village was a bit of an overstatement, as it was pathetically built of ten buildings. He was currently standing behind a large table-like object in the backroom of the bar he had taken up a job at. He stared at the vats of oil, bubbling as they deep fried some kind of octopus tentacle. Suddenly, a loud clang caught his attention. He turned to see the bus boy pouring silverware and metal mugs into a massive tub that acted like a sink. Realizing that this bus boy was different from the last, he figured it was time to change shifts. Taking off his apron he picked up a towel and walked out into the front room.

The chubby man who had just gotten ready to go in and ask if Kiun would change shifts now looked at him and hurried into the kitchen. The first day on the job the man tried to act tough, that wouldn't happen again. He ran the towel over the bar, swiping away empty shells and crumbs. As he moved methodically down the bar with a newly soaked towel and a fresh dry one, he happened upon a women he had heard of. She matched her description and he smiled. She sipped cranberry juice and watched the crowd cautiously. Nearing her, he put down the towel and took up a casual stance. "You know you got a bounty, right?" He asked in much the same tone one would use when asking about the weather.

Kamizara took a sip of her juice as she suddently felt a new presence enter the room, different from the others. Unlike the crowd, this particular individual had a chakra pool equivalent to that of a Jounin. In addition, a second large amount of chakra which had something vile and corrupted over it seemed to be located on the same spot. Alerted by this sudden potential threat, Kamizara ripped her eyes of the crowd, turned around, and attempted to cover her forehead protector. It was to late to do so however, as she inmediatly found herself eye to eye with the source of the chakra, a young man, somewhat younger than herself, wearing rather silly clothes. "You know you got a bounty, right?", the man said on a calm tone as he lifted his towel from the counter and took on a casual pose. Appearantly this man worked here. In addition, his calm attitude made everything but an agressive impression. Also, he wore no forehead protector himself. Finally, he asked her if she was aware about her bounty instead of attempting to slay her by surpise. 4 good reasons for Kamizara to assume this partical individual was not hostile. Not yet, that was. Either way, he obviously knew about her bounty, and thus there was no reason to avoid the facts. Kamizara could speak up freely.

"Yeah, I'm aware of that. In fact, pesky bounty hunters are my main problem these days", she muttered at the young man as she lifted her glass of juice and took another sip. While she locked eyes with him and lowered her drink again, she talked on. "You dont think I'm coming to this godforsaken place for fun, do you? Its purely for practical reasons, avoiding the ninja world. It leads me to the question however: What is a shinobi like yourself doing here?". That was indeed an issue of concern to her. This young man has had a past of Ninjutsu, obviously. Also, he appeared to preform techniques on a regular basis. His chakra system was in great shape, she sensed it, he almost had to be a fanatic ninja. Finding a person like him in a godforsaken village like this, standing behind the counter of a shabby bar, therefor aroused some doubt in her mind. She was eager to hear his side of this odd meeting, as well as unsure wether this meeting would end up in a clash. Normally she would've engaged into combat with both regular ninjas as well as missing nins, depite their Jounin level, just to eliminate any potential threat and rid the world of one more problem. This young man however was different. She second, large amount of suspicious chakra inside of him caused concern, made her hesitate to strike. In addition, this young man had to be an exeption of some sort, or he wouldn't be in a place like this washing dishes. She would hold back for now, hold back all the time if necessary. She didn't come all the way here to continue her troublesome life of combat, she wanted some piece and quiet for now.

Kiun smirked as she asked the question, he posture showing that she had sized him up. He knew his clothing was odd, but he liked it. It made people not take him so seriously, he hated it when people took him seriously. Grabbing the towel he began to clean out a cup that a drunk had handed him, scrubbing at well as he could. When it seemed as clean as it would get he picked up a dry towel and began to wipe out the water. Turning to the drunk, he refilled the clean cup and handed it to him. He mumbled something like "Your last one.." before turning his attention once again to the kunoichi.

"I am a missing ninja and a bijuu. More than that I am a gambler. I was here to make small money to gamble with at the local poker game." He said, taking a deck of cards out of his pocket. He placed it on the counter and began shuffling it with expert dexterity. "How about you finish your juice and play a game of cards with me." He offered her, ceasing the shuffling. He tapped the top of the deck and raised his eyebrow at her. "Five card stud." He said with a grin. He had a "talent" for getting a royal flush every time.

Kamizara raised an eyebrow in confusion as the young man asked her to play a game of cards. "I dont do gambling, I'm sorry", she replied after having pondered over the mans strange idea for a couple of seconds. "Besides, since you claimed you gamble for a living, I suppose you have some tricks up your sleeve you would beat me with". She stopped talking for a moment reached for her glass of juice, from which she took a small sip. While doing so, she kept her eyes fixed on the gambler and grinned slightly. As she put down her glass again, this grin became even wider and she added on a slightly teasing tone: "An ace up your sleeve, perhaps?". Kamizara, doubting humanity as she always did, was fairly sure of the fact professional gambling always involved some tricks. Therefor, she had no doubt that this young man too would have a so-called ace up his sleeve, both literally as well as figurely. She had absolutely no problems with playing a little game with this individual. He seemed like a kind person anyway. An actual game of cards however, gambling, as the young man implied, was to much for her.

He smiled at her, with one of his trademark smiles. The smile was well-known for swooning any brainless girl who he wanted for the night. However, this time the smile wasn't intended for that. The main difference was in his eyes. The smile was the same, but the eyes betrayed humor and modest affection; not the lust they usually held when accompanied by his grin. He offered no response to her question, but simply took away the deck and placed it in his pocket. When it was securely at the bottom he buttoned the pocket shut and patted it once for luck. Reaching under the bar, he produced two glasses.

"Well if you don't wanna gamble, how about you exchange that juice for something stronger." He said, producing a bottle of wine. Wine wasn't common in the country, it was actually very rare to find. He poured two cups full and pushed her a glass. With the cork popped off, there was no turning back. The wine was open and someone would consume it. Kiun called to the back some obscenely long name, and the large man came back. Kiun launched himself over the counter and took the seat next to the woman, grabbing his glass as he did so. He turned in his stool to face her and raised an eyebrow, motioning with his chin to the wine.

"I wont decline that offer", Kamizara muttered with a grin as she opened her hand and caught the glass the young man had slid towards her over the barcounter. Inmediatly, in one smooth motion, she moved the glass to her face and held it right underneath her nose, where she took a deep sniff before taking a sip from it. Smells alright, tastes fairly normal too. Regular wine, nothing in it, I reckon, she thought to herself as she lowered the glass again and watched the young man jump over the counter and sit down next to her with his own glass. Once he had taken a seat next to her, he moved his chin towards his glass and looked at Kamizara with a rather odd stare, combined with one raised eyebrow. Slightly confused by his strange behavour, Kamizara let go of her glass and completely turned her body to the mans direction. "What is it?", she asked on a rather strict tone as he looked him straight in the eye. All people were the same, especially men. He was probably trying to hit on her or something, or trying to convince her to still play that card game of his. Whichever reason he had to cast her that questionable look, it was likely to be a bad one in Kamizaras eyes. Nonetheless, despite his strangeness, she was determined not to insult him...to much. She was eager to hear his complete story as well. A ninja didn't come all the way up this village just to wash dishes for some extra pocket money, he was likely to have a good reason of his own to be here. Kamizara would love to hear it, perhaps deprive some information out of it to write down in her book, and thus she hoped to keep him friendly towards her and have a proper conversation.

Kiun looked slightly offended at her tone. In his family it had always been polite to toast before drinking. She had a right to test the wine before the toast, to make sure nothing was wrong with it, but after she should have known to toast. He never considered it to be a family-only tradition, and everyone else had toasted rather quickly when he got them alcohol. His family had a history with alcohol, and treated it well. The clan he knew little about, but he had always assumed it was the same. He raised his glass to her, hoping that she would follow suit. When she didn't immediately, he felt it was time for explanations.

"In my family its a tradition that one toasts with the provider. I always have, and always will." He said, holding his glass out to her still. His eyes seemed to search her, but not in an intimate way. It seemed that he was simply trying to read her, or trying to figure out what made her so different. She didn't seem all that deadly, but looks were deceiving. Bounties were not, and this woman had a decent bounty. As he searched over her face, he noticed something in her eyes. Like she was holding back some comment, trying not to offend him. It takes little to offend people like me... He thought to himself, choosing not to say it. He would rather she just said what she was thinking, but if it would offend him it was wise that she remain silent.

Ay, what she had tried to avoid happened. Judging from the young mans face, she had insulted him in some sort of way. This way, he inmediatly explained, was her not toasting before taking a sip from her drink. Appearantly it was a habit in his family to do so, and was it considered rude and offensive not to. Therefor, not truely caring about the toasting, yet not wanting to offend the young man either, Kamizara raised her glass of wine and gently hit the gamblers glass with her own. "Fine then", she said in one breath on a slightly agitated tone. "I wouldn't want to break that tradition, would I? Let us toast, to our nindo, to us being a missing ninja, regardless of the reason we are one". A few drops of wine were spilled as the 2 drinks collided, after which Kamizara inmediatly moved the glass to her mouth and took a sip from it. It was indeed a tasty wine and, as she had figured before, safe and of good quality. Good wine, Kamizara thought to herself as she lowered the glass again. This young man doesn't take half measures when offering someone a drink.

As Kamizara swallowed the wine and felt its alcohol warm her inside, she realised she still knew little about this man. Though she didn't really care for him, her hunger for information grabbed hold of the situation and forced her to ask the man a thing or 2 before leaving the bar to move on. After all he claimed he was both a missing nin as well as a jinchuuriki, 2 titles with significant meanings. What this man had to tell could just be very valuable information for her book. "So, exactly what family is it you spoke off? May I know your name?", she asked on the most nonchalant tone she managed to squeeze out of her vocal cords while looking directly at the young man. She had to admit, she was quite eager to hear what he had to say. she simply loved learning, and reckoned this man had quite a tale to tell.