Who: EVERYOOOOOOONE. SRSLY. ZAIKA WANTS YOU RIGHT HURR.
What: Backlog. The story of how peace between the groups deteriorated, and the Yakuza became a whole lot more dangerous
When: Four months prior to the start of the rest of the roleplay. Think of it as where Shippuden begins.
Where: Harajuku's
Den AquaroomWarnings: I-I don't even know
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He couldn't at all remember how- Okay, so perhaps that was a lie. All he knew that it had something to do with someone shouting, "Come on, Nara, it's a bandwagon! You're supposed to come!" There was also some particular emphasis on the vowels through elongation. And, god, it was annoying as hell and the only thing he could've done to stop all the verbal harassment everyone put him through was to actually come to the meeting.
But then, he didn't know what he'd be able to do to help if trouble arose. Oh, well. It wasn't as if he had a choice in the matter. (Really, he'd like to think that way.)
He spotted a rather cozy and safe seat that wasn't far from where the rest of the group was. He made his way there and sat.
There was a woman standing near him. Most likely from Sunagumi as he had yet to see groups other than the one whom he belonged to and Sunagumi inside the room. Not to mention she had the whole "odd hairstyle" thing going on, and odd things were a fad in Harajuku.
She reminded him of someone. She really did. The way her eyes looked at everyone and her whole stance. (This sure was the last place he'd expect to see someone like his mother. Then again-)
The woman, soon enough, said something.
And Shikamaru felt compelled to say something, too. It really wasn't his business, but there was just this urge. And controlling urges were more of a bother to deal with than being a busy-body.
"A good turn out," he said. "Wouldn't think as optimistic as that in meetings like these. Besides, you might just jinx it."
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