Expedient of them all

Cocaine had found himself village to village, from Leaf he was, to earth, and now the pointless Cloud. What was the track record f this place? There wasn't much of a point to answer as the man continued to trek. He simply walked by the gates, the man's ragged clothes and simple aptitude that appealed him to be a bum or a merchant who is just entering the village. Cocaine Walked through the village streets the man taking notice and looking for the specific things he wants.

Kaze followed in the footsteps of the one known as Cocaine. Cocaine had recently been talking much about Bob Kingwe however the man was gone now so Cocaine needed to learn that he was really gone. However Kaze didn't really mind the stories of Bob Kingwe who was unstoppable and unbeatable and unkillable in all ways. It was Bob Kingwe after all. So Kaze now working as a hobo like man with a large ball stolen from a five year old child on his back under a few rags some blood from the same child rubbed across his face to complete the look in the face. Dirt was thrown into the face of Kaze and sprinkled in his hair making it look burned. Kaze then hunched over and retracted his left arm into his side making it look gimp or lame. Kaze then walked with a limp. There was a plan in place and the two of them were acting upon it. Simple as that. However somehow it would seem to be that the other people involved that would not be on the giving end of this plan would probably not be as happy with it as Kaze and Cocaine would be on the finishing end of this plan. Kaze laughed in a wierd way and then patted Cocaine's back and spoke a few words. "Bob Kingwe would be proud of you...and another thing the laughter brought on by 'The Mariposa' will always be with your sir." Kaze laughed at his personal joke and moved on.

It was truly sad, the state that the village was in from the man's perspective. There was homeless ratified on the street, malnourished children which scoured the repetitious task of digging through trash cans. A man raping and stealing an equally poor woman in the alley. This was lovely, it was all the more the reason for Cocaine to be here. Such a low brow village could only have a leader to represent it's aptitude. This disgusting sight of human nature and malice was one Cocaine himself found no accord to take an account too. Cocaine's doujutsu was activated though, his chakra emission was at zero, his eyes simply seeing as a veil to his surroundings. The man was at marvel, his senses picking up as the voice came without warning. It was his association with the man compelled to him with the ball of a child, he's been killing a gain. It was these actions of the Yotobi that allowed the man to indulge what time he had inhere, although it was all naught for the effort. Cocaine's eyes flicked through the mask toward Kaze and pointed toward the largest building visible. There was no doubt in the knowledge of the building as the man began to walk forward. He was recently informed on their raid of this village not to long ago, only to let the Leader to cower in fear and boat behind empty words. Cocaine laughed, his trek marching forth as he was attempted to be shanked by an angst teenager. His body was stout as he almost rivaled the man in height. His weapon of choice was stopped short from the grab of retaliation the boy. He broke his hand, not killing the boy as he hunched forward in his homeless rags. And proceeded to continue toward the tower. He had expected Kaze to continue following as he activated his homemade justu. A scroll appeared in his hands, the man began to think as a minuscule amount of chakra was sent into the scroll. It shot into the ground where it seemed to merge, going to the recipient that was only knowledgeable to Cocaine.

Kaze looked over to where the bird had changed in the air. He had seen something altering above with his very powerful and easily telling the change of a white dot blending with the sky to a black dot with a red streak going down it. Obviously Tenshin Nara and his shadow deal. Kaze just simply laughed though and continued walking next to Cocaine. His role here was not really necessarily as was Tenshin's role here not very necessary. However the role of Cocaine was much less than it appeared to be as well. Kaze would be laughing at the irony but he was laughing to much now in his hobo state already and he didn't want to be seen to the people of the village as a maniacal hobo following the self proclaimed master bum who now had a rather suspicious looking bird that had started speaking on his shoulder. That would be a little too much even for the people of Kumogakure who followed the one who had made it fall into the state where the farther from the center the worse it got. A sad sight indeed it has fallen so far from the grace that it used to be. Kaze sighed this time instead of laughing but it ended with a chuckle as he responded to Cocaine and Tenshin. Mr. Bum I think you are a little tongue tied and you don't seem to be that talkative today. As for you Mr. Raven if your a good boy ill give you some bread crumbs on the way home." Kaze chuckled once before continuing walking. Kaze gazed over into the corner and saw a small dog running around the village. The dog was malnurished for sure and he ran over to a child and attacked. The dog's claws versus the fists of the kid. Most likely by the looks of the kid and his small body and that his body didn't fill out the small clothes that he had he was also very malnurished and the winner would not only kill the other but would eat the other short after. After a brief struggle the child lost his will to fight and ran out of the energy to the superiorly fed dog which really said something for the people of this place. If the dogs were fed and kept in better condition combat or otherwise than its own people youth or adult. The dog then after making sure that the boy would not longer struggle by finishing him off with a bite in the neck began to nurish himself in a way that would be seen as terrible to most who saw it if they came from a place that was not as terrible off as this one. Kaze sighed this was indeed a terrible tragedy of the village and should not be seen in this terrible way. Kaze turned the other way and faced foward again Cocaine's giant size blocking his direct view. Why did the bastard need to be six foot nine and not some normal height like two feet four or maybe pushing the envelope with three feet nine if he wanted to keep the nine inches and be tall. It was rather annoying to have to peer around this guy to see what was going on in front of him even with the hunchback that Kaze had given himself.

He took a small notice to the bird that displaced itself onto the man's shoulder, Cocaine's other type of consciousness briefly and most notable substantially came into view. It was more of a visual aspect as the man pulled out an artifact from his pocket. It was instantaneous, the speed of which he rolled up the white powder in his hands and took it into his nose. He snorted it dramatically, taking the benzoylmethyl ecgonine through his body and receiving the substantial amount of prolonged energy that acquired form it. Cocaine became high, off what you may think? It was that very substance his named was made after. Cocaine's body flexed in the degree of insanity, his mind becoming ratified in the most gratifying experience he could achieve as he relayed the words of the bird on his shoulder. The man thought it to be a complete hallucination, after all, no bird could talk such as that. Cocaine ignored it, used to such distortion of the five senses. Along with the man's inclination to his hesitant speech, it's as if Cocaine was now a mute, his body becoming in a giddy state; a representation of how the marijuana addiction Bob Kingwe once held within him. Cocaine walked up to the opposing roof of the tower, his mind focusing on the mission at hand. He watched the windows of the top office cracked and mused to himself as the man in command became stressed over his current position. He had heard of how boastful the man was allowing his mind to become taken over by greed of fame. Cocaine watched form the rooftop as the Scroll he sent came back, to him as it popped up in front of him. He replied back, telling the man to relax and be aware. He'd be expecting visits soon. Cocaine's scroll was flooded with text of the actions that would be happening awfully soon if he didn't expect the unexpected. In this case he had to rely on Kaze to take the notice of support for him. His mask seemed to move from it's spot as he looked at the man. His position was taken for as Cocaine himself jumped off to the next side of the building as the conversation become more audible to the man. He pulled out another scroll of communication. The "Contact" jutsu he had developed not too long ago. He had it relayed to send to the same person again, although this time, he would have it focused on the conversation; he would not be paying attention, though his mind would absorb the information and allow it to be conserved. Still becoming slightly crazed due to the birds squawking at his sides the man's heart rate sped up as he attached himself to the outside of the wall he was at. Cocaine's body seemed to convulse as he motioned Kaze to follow at the other side of the window, his tall aptitude of height allowed him to become oddly shaped in hiding posture; his eyes rotating back and forth to the left as he was surprised not a single ninja decided to look toward for him. It was mainly the fact that Kaze played his role in identifying him as the bum at hand, and replied to his statement that was made ages ago. <<As you can hear for yourself, we can most likely expect all the company we might have. Though I think the hunt is on. You know who. I have a subordinate coming soon, though that'll let us take care of the situation with Konoha.>> Cocaine's voice was deep as it always was, though there was a slight irregularity coming from his voice. almost as if he was an adolescent in the stage of puberty. Cocaine's voice of light came out of himself as he felt the subjugating presence of him slowly emerging. As Good ol' Kingwe used to say, "Just let it all out."

[OOC: A continuation of above Kaze you handle the rest, assume I left the scroll outside for you to record everything else while Cocaine jumped off and started walking in a different direction]

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