YOKAI FESTIVAL!!--;;

[SWINDLER]

Put on your summer Kimono, take out your purse and ready yourself for the Yokai Festival. Every summer this festival takes place fore two days starting early morning. Everything picks up during night though when everyone is out. There are many games and things to be bought at this summers festival who knows maybe youll find something special . There is sword catching, and yokai masks for sale. Music will be playing all day. There is so much going on this years festival so come and have fun!

The festival is in dedication to the yokai or spirits of japan!!--;;

[Urahara, Ryūsei]

Eye's grew large at the sight of such grand feats, as Urahara made his way down the crowded streets. Merchants lined along the paths to show case their wares, something the youth noticed immediately. Though these weren't the times for his usual thievery. It had been a time for celebration, a time for joy-ace occasion. It was the yokai festival after all. He'd wander from to booth to booth, eying each merchants prize; and though the erg was great, he'd sustain and move to the next.

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[ooc.]: Crappy post, just to get things moving.

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[BENKEI OSAMU]

Bad Luck Benkei

His skin seemed to itch and crawl as it felt the oncoming torrent of heat. Even though it was still the cool of night, a warm shiver ran up his spine, waking him from his sleep. It had been a long time she he had slept out in the forest, a long time since he left Uwajima without an escort. Fucking guards and looking the part! Couldn't they just leave him alone? Allow him a moment’s peace from their constant squabbling and boring jokes about whores accidentally banging some Oni. They stuck to his body as if they were glue, refusing to give him some basic privacy when he was outside of his own quarters. Hell, he didn't care if they didn't like standing nearby when he took a shit, but at least they could not complain about it. It was like a nagging at the back of his brain, one all too similar to the one he used to get when he was back home. With an irritated sigh, he rolled himself up off the small mat, and quickly swung out the front of his makeshift tent. If only his advisor could see him now, stark naked in the middle of the woods getting closer to a festival that was right at the centre of his lords lands. It wasn't even assuring to know he was within Kami-sama's lands. Sure he had routed out most of the thieves and bandits, but you never know when a like minded pervert would start snooping around.

A small chuckle seemed to have forced its way through his lips. Though they were Lord and subject, it seemed that their bond was a bit more...informal than most. They had the habit of...well wait no HE had the habit of getting into so much trouble that there was no helping scalding the boy like a school child. Sure it always caught gasps from the men, as well as the very few commoners, but it seemed to be the only way to get through to the young master.

"...I'm calling the dogged bastard a Young Master and I'm only 2 years older than him!..HA!"

He couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he realised how much of an old man he was becoming. Not physically but mentally. If you compared him 5 years ago, he wouldn't have been able to raise one child, but now after serving Kami Takahiro, he could probably raise 5 children and still have enough energy to train. With a grin he grumbled inaudibly to himself, walking away from his camp and allowing his body the luxury of a midnight piss. Usually such a night would fill him with a sense of ease, that the cool wind that covered Shikoku would always bring that slight scent of an oncoming storm. The thought of it was enough to put him in a better mood, however one thing was still tugging at his body. There was the feeling of more humidity in the air, that when the sun would rise, the temperature would increase from this already long winter cold. Spring may well be on its way, but the grips of winter were still holding fast to Iyo.

3 shakes of a lambs tail and he was straight back into his tent, throwing off all of his blankets in hope that he would remain cool till morning. Placing his hands behind his head, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off into a sweet slumber.

***

Something was moving, and it wasn't him. Well it sort of was, but he wasn't consciously moving. Rubbing his eyes open, he noticed the sudden change in colour of the world, going from the dark blues to the dazzling yellows and oranges. It was nearly enough to blind the poor man, and the heat, the heat was near insufferable. Was it summer already? Had he slept through a season? Did this mean that he didn't have to go to the blasted festival? Whilst he contemplated this, he allowed his body to move on its own accord, searching around for some undergarments to see how he was moving. As he poked his head out from the tent, the sudden roar of merchants screaming out their wares, the sudden smell of food cooking in the air rushed to his nostrils causing his stomach to rumble. Putting his hand over his eyes, he looked around, only to jump at the sudden barking from the side.

"BENKEI-SAMA! I HOPE WE DIDN'T WAKE YOU!"

The spit spraying from the samurai's mouth landed upon the back of Benkei's neck, instantly causing a shudder of disgust to ripple through his body. Slowly it all clicked together, he had snuck out of Uwajima on his own, his men were worried and sent a scouting party to find him, they did and realising his course they thought to help him out. The only thing that stopped Benkei from raging was as to how well he had trained his men.

"I'm not sure Yoshitsune, I mean the tent is rocking awfully so"

The hint of the growl in his voice was a clear as daylight to all the men carrying his tent on the little carrier. The street quieted down, a feat thought near impossible, all because Bad Luck Benkei had arrived...