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 Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 1:53 am
She looked up and tilted her head. What he didn't realize.. she wasn't having the best day of her life right now. It was probably one of the most odd that she ever had dealt with and keeping it together was harder and harder. She gladly handed over the Windmill shurikens, The regular shurikens, and her throwing knives. "There.. My Weapons. But I won't go for interrogation... So if you want to ask me something.. it's best to ask me in public...because I WON'T LET YOU RAPE ME!" She shouted to the top of her lungs. She hated being noticeable. But she didn't want to be dragged away against her will. Not if she could help it. She bit her bottom lip gently and she started to bleed slowly. THe blood ran down her chin as it started to heal almost instantly. She wished that she had one of those knives to slit his throat.. then run away. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" She said with a scared smile. She wasn't scared of him.. She was scared of herself..
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 7:34 am
 'Rumi' had carefully turned to see the couch that the ruler of Mist had indicated. She had no problem with standing or sitting, so she acquiesced and awkwardly backed up before almost falling back onto it. It was no concern of hers if she or Mamichi's presence ruined the leather upholstery, after all. Sitting down was fine, it was the act of actually sitting down on anything higher than the floor that she had yet to master. Returning her gaze to the fore, she had just about reached out to grab the metal cup of water when it was cruelly pulled back. Apparently water wasn't good enough. She almost felt offended at that, what was wrong with water? Frowning, she paused, that sentiment hadn't quite felt like her normal reaction. Normally, she didn't pay such attention to imaged slights, or even outright insults. Open challenges, surely, but what a fleshling actually said? Almost never! Curiouser and curiouser. Her frown only deepened- it seemed even without practice, she'd managed to get one expression right- as she saw the dusty bottle of wine unceremoniously opened and almost immediately poured into a pair of glasses. If she had felt more comfortable talking, she would have protested such an insult. Aged wines like that were delicate, they couldn't just be popped and poured like some cheap Chardonnay, barely aged or stored! Older wines, especially the dry reds, needed to be handled with care! They didn't even know enough to open it at an angle, to prevent the slight gas release from damaging the cork unduly, and causing sediment to fall into the bottle. And to add further insult to the contents, they didn't even allow it to air for a few moments before pouring, either! And fleshlings wondered why she thought them inferior! All the same, she accepted the metal cup, reaching out to carefully hold it, not adept enough with human digits to keep one finger under the bottom of the cup. A curious bit of attention to the fact that, even though her stance and speech seemed to indicate she was already drunk, she was being given further alcohol. Bringing it closer, she tilted her head down to admire the swirl of deep red liquid within the cup. Inhaling, she realized that smell and taste were indeed separated for humans, even without drinking the wine yet, she could almost taste it, in a delicate touch across the back of her throat. She just stared at the liquid for a moment; an outsider might think her particularly paranoid about the chance of poison, but in fact it was the opposite. She was eager to drink, Schi's choice had been a good one. What gave her pause was none other than the drinking itself. She was doing her best to recall all the little details that made up the process of how humans drank liquids. That had been one of the things she had practiced in this form, in the few times she had ventured it's use. If she were to be in it for an extended time, then she had known of the possibility of becoming hungry or thirsty, and set about to solve that mystery. The first attempts had been utterly abysmal. Simply sticking a finger in the liquid had done nothing. Nor had splashing it on her face, that had only garnered her a minuscule amount to drink. Then she had studied the humans, saw them bring the various drinking vessels to their mouths, tilting their heads back and pouring. That had seemed simple enough, up until it was time for her to try it. After the first few tries had ended in coughing fits, she realized that the human throat was used for both drinking and breathing, and it was virtually impossible to do both at the same time. Even pausing in the middle of drinking to try to breathe was a challenge, it had taken her hours of practice to master that skill. But master it she had, likewise for eating. Fleshlings were complicated, too complicated to be believed. But not too complicated to reverse-engineer. Carefully holding the cup aloft, she murmured "Sah lute," almost getting it right that time. Taking a careful swallow of the wine, she felt the taste, and wondered if maybe a few fleshlings might be allowed to live. The winemakers, at any rate. Allowances could be made, for skills that were actually useful. Only after she had sampled the wine did she return her attention to Schi and the rest of what he had said. "In deed, uh vine vent age id is, row bust ant psalm burr. Ai boring know mess-sage forum Hedoro, butt eye ken tee liver yore reek west two her." If he still wanted to meet the real Hedoro, there were ways that that could be arranged, without giving away the truth of the matter. And nothing so trite as her leaving, and returning in her true form an instant later. No, even she admitted that fleshlings weren't quite that easy to fool. At the same time, she seemed to be having a slightly human reaction to the wine. A hint of a blush was on her cheeks. After all, she had only practiced with water, this was the first time she had sampled alcohol in this form. It would seem that she was no longer immune to the added effect of such. Fortunately, wine didn't have a very high alcohol content, even with all that delightful tannin in the dry reds. So it wasn't very likely that she would become inebriated from a single cup, but she might think that something was afoot, if there was even a small shift in her senses. [954 + 12,005 = 12,959 out of ??? ] Hareonca Decided to go ahead and post, it's approaching the two page mark.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 3:43 pm
Hito Odei  The man began to yell at Hito, and even kicked his chair, causing Hito to fall to the ground. In that instant, as Hito was falling, a kunai smoothly and swiftly transitioned from inside his sleeve to being grasped in his hand. It was so fast as it happened as soon as the chair was kicked from under him. And just as quick, Hito's arm swung, to stab the man in the back of his leg, just behind his knee where most armor doesn't cover as it would impede with mobility too much. With his other hand, he caught himself before he hit the ground.
The kunai had been concealed within his sleeve when he had been "digging" around for his credentials just moments earlier when the man was harassing Hito and the girl. Of course, Hito never had any real intentions on using it, unless of course he was put in danger. It just so happened that the retaliation occurred as a reflex "fight or flight" reaction to fight.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 7:39 pm
[Mamichi is temporarily MIA here since she's in the Exams no need to wait on me, unless you want to.]
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 1:06 am
| Going to post this all crappy and junk so I don't not post and have to go because I took too long for formatting. Even a minute can be considered too long in these delicate situations. xD Sorry about the garbage post too. No format and tons of errors that i know must be there. -sighs- | [Jouten and Ichi]
Jouten continues to clutch his blade, a bit amused at how things had changed. This was the sort of thing that Jouten was waiting for. He wanted to fight; he wasn’t any good standing around in an office with a guy that talked like water ran and a whole mess of boring or weak individuals. He needed action. What better source than from a busty young woman? Jouten seems to grin, not a perverse grin but one that seemed to thirst for blood. He was caught in a peculiar position, but for the sake of a fight he could turn that position around and only take some damage. Then he’d fight until his blood ran out. But when he goes to declare that they fight, Schi calls her off. Maybe if he attacked Schi again he could fight the woman? No. Schi would just use that puny little bow of his. He listens and watches Schi as the man draws Ichi from under the table. Even though Ichi was pretending to be Midna, Jouten felt a touch defensive and that only being shown in him not saying anything just yet. Schi seemed to realize she was Ichi, which should have been realized long ago. And called her a coward for hiding. Well, it wasn’t like Midna ordered her to protect him.
She had no reason to take on Jouten if he attacked, only to take Midna’s shape to keep the peace. But she would not say that, because the obvious response is that she was making an excuse as her master Midna would often express. The thing of it was that she still cowered away. Schi seems to go on, venting his feelings on his followers in time. He even seems to grip Ichi roughly by the neck before he is through to try and force fear into her, as if through his very fingertips. Instead, Ichi’s face seems to grow red with rage. “You a*****e,” she cries whiel wrestling to get free so that she can attack him. But in her current form, she would not really be able to reach him let alone strike him. As well, her hits wouldn’t be as hard as she’d like, despite her form only being a trick. She wasn’t very strong to begin with. Her weapons made her dangerous. And as Midna she couldn’t harness them. So she just continues to wrestle.
“I do not fear you, silly mortal,” Jouten remarks. “That is why even if you aim a bow at me I continue to charge. Because to fear you is to fear death. I do not fear therefore I fight,” he finally states while pointing at Schi’s weapon. Jouten had basic knowledge, but he had the brain of a charging fighter. Even if he should be wary of the bow, it not being just a simple bow, he wasn’t. Even if he knew what the bow could do, he probably wouldn’t be anymore wary. He points a finger at Schi’s captain. “Woman, we shall fight right now. Come at me again!” Obviously, after being given an order by Schi to step away she wouldn’t act. So long as Schi didn’t need her to protect him, she wouldn’t need to charge over again. Ichi finds herself on Schi’s lap before long and can’t decide what to do first. She wanted to beat him over the head until he bled. She wanted to reach into his mouth and tear his tongue out. She wanted to take Jouten’s sword and pierce him through the heart. But she was so furious that she couldn’t do anything. She just sat there shaking a little, eyes and arms twitching in rage. Jouten continues to clutch the hilt of his sword before deciding that he’s done asking for people to fight him.
[Howard's]
The long haired twin, Lucifer, looks at those in the room curiously. There was no one that he knew. Everyone was a stranger. Well, that would be true if he hadn’t seen one of them in a dream and another in a different shape. Lucifer recognizes Schi and Midna, having seen them both before. So that was what a future emperor looked like? The Howard wasn’t necessarily impressed. But the most impressive things rarely cry out to people. And even if he wasn’t impressed, that didn’t matter. He gave his word that he would do anything to get his brother back, so he would have to make him look more impressive in his mind or just wait and see. Still, when Schi requests that he and his twin brother Scion leave, they don’t make a fuss and just leave. They felt a little out of place with all of those people around. Not to mention they arrived in that location in a very strange way. They could use a moment to pull themselves together. “Whatever ever you say, leader,” the twins seem to say in unison. Even though Scion didn’t recognize Schi and hadn’t shared a dream with Lucifer to become familiar with what he had, he seemed to know that that was how his twin would respond. Once outside the twins look at the one’s guarding the door and then at one another.
“So where is this…” Scion asks the guard with a raise of his left eyebrow.
“…and is that guy the Kage then?” Lucifer seems to finish his brother’s statement and mirrors Lucifer’s expression. The two of them stand side by side and seem to carry a sort of air about them that hinted that they were of no threat.
[Second Mate, Crew, and Bel]
Meanwhile, “I’m glad you’re safe,” the Second Mate says to Mike Jones. He’d slowed his run to a trot and then to jogging in place. “I know I lied and that I should be punished… but why is the village on lockdown? Is it from what I said?” He seems to grow worried. Maybe lying really was the route of all evil like the Jester warned. What if his lies caused the entire village to be locked and unable to be ventured in? What if the world ended right now because no one could enter Hidden Mist? But there were so many people always coming through Hidden Mist that… No, there weren’t. Nobody really came to Hidden Mist. As a matter of fact, this was probably the most crowded the village has been in years with visitors. But the Second Mate was unaware of this. He thinks a moment. Since he’s lied before, everything that he says will be thought to be a lie. So if he says that he’s not trying to destroy the village then they won’t believe him. Thus, if he says that he’s trying to destroy the village then they will believe him. But… he himself knows that to be a lie. So thus that lie would be made to be untrue because he wouldn’t be able to believe himself.
So if he said that he was there to destroy the village or that if he wasn’t there to destroy the village… then they wouldn’t believe him. “What would they believe to be the truth if all things are lies?” He murmurs the question under his breath and finally comes to the conclusion that anything he says can and would be used against him. So all there was for him to do was act! The Second Mate continues jogging in place as he shifts the weapons under his arm until jiggling his katana free of its sheathe. He then reaches up his free hand and punches the sheathe with his fist. The blade erupts in a cloud of white smoke as a blade composed of water for the blade sweep towards the guards. He wanted to give his apologies, but he couldn’t anger the Captain again with leaving without a map. The weapon wouldn’t aim to kill for the first strike; it would simply serve as a distraction. But if the men were to take this chance to improve their luck by taking down this swordsman, they would come to find that he was a lot less forgiving the second strike. Already aiming for the blade to arch and whip back around to decapitate the men.
While the Second Mate came off as a bumbling idiot, he seemed to have a darker side when it came to getting a task he can complete done. That, or the action was a fluke. After all, he seemed to keep that same goofy look about him the whole time. He is soon snapped out of thought by the sound of cannon fire. He doesn’t turn around and continues with his attack, but he could tell that the attacks were coming from the dock.
At the dock the boat that the Second Mate had ventured into the village from would have seemed to carry no passengers. There was a cover of burlap on the deck of the ship, but that was about it. Whether or not the others that were on the ship with the Second Mate were still there or had left the boat was unknown. What was known for sure was that if they were in the boat, they’d be under the lumpy burlap sack. And what could be even more known was that, after the cannons completely obliterated the rowboat, the little vessel would be no more. All that would remain are bits of wood and strips of burlap. Searching through the water might yield a corpse, though, that was an uncertainty. Could it be that the crew had fanned out somewhere? Perhaps that they saw the attack coming somehow and made a way to get away beforehand? Who knew?
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 4:38 pm
Yes, Schi still wanted to meet the real Hedoro, but the ways that that could be arranged, without giving away the truth of the matter would be possibly figured out the instant Rumi changed so she would need to be very sneaky and not sloppy while in her alcoholically influenced state. But why was she lying to him in the first place? She knew Schi couldn't do anything to 'Rumi' because of Mamichi; Schi had no intentions to fight a student of Hedoro. Also he had no desire to fight Hedoro himself, Schi knows that Hedoro has had a troubled past and all she wanted to do now was fight. Of course this wasn't her fault but it just came to her naturally. He was about to start negotiations, but then the child in his arm started screaming. "Ugh...Head Captain, you're good with children so please take her." He said holding Ichi in his arms by her armpits out to the orange haired woman. She was going to strike Jouten. How dare he call her out when fallowing orders. She retained herself from cutting his head off with her glimmering sword and serve it on a golden platter to her glorious emperor but...her emperor's arrows would probably be fast enough to stop and crack her blade, even with the girl in both his arms. She sighed. "Yes sir." The woman took the girl and held her head to her busty chest. She smiled warming up to the small girl in her arms quickly. She put the samurai's headband in front of the girls eyes. "Look, Isn't it pretty?" She asked in a bubbly voice. "So, If I get to meet with Hedoro I will let you learn anything you want from my little slice of paradise." Schi offered both Rumi and Mamichi. He wanted to show that he cared but also wanted to get more than he bargained for. Another soldier appears next to schi's side. Not even being here for a second the soldier knew just what to do. He traveled across the room and stepped threw the Mizukage's office door outside to the people who were waiting on the other side of the wall. "My Emporer is very busy in a meeting right now. If you have any questions please report them to me and I will help you by answering anything as correctly as I can." He said to the group of people. ---- The Hidden Mist Officer stared blankly at Hito. Was he stupid, or brave? "Facing me and a small army with a kunai. Do I even need to fight you? It seems your not to bright and will get yourself killed if you keep acting like this way kid." The Officer laughs gripping his sword handle and walks away. When he finally limped out of the building he looked to the Hidden Mist guards. Still bleeding he looked up and shouted like thunder crackling the sky "Kill them!"The mist guards stormed into the restaurant destroying all that would stand in their way. Soon they would make their way to Hito and the girl standing inside. They would kill or imprison them for a public execution for sure. ---- The inner guards were busy attacking a small harmless restaurant, Elite Soldiers were guarding Schi's whereabouts, And officers were arresting a group of activists who failed to attack a weapons convoy. The Second Mate that had ventured into the village would have no problem doing anything he wanted in this village. Quote: + 1 Soldier. 588 X2 = 1176. 82872 + 1176 = 84048 Skill Points (( Sannin ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 7:47 am
Rumi paused in mid-motion, the cup frozen halfway on it's journey back to her mouth. The alcohol had affected her, but only slightly. Not nearly enough to make her miss out on such a loaded phrase as that. The distraction of the smaller fleshling- likely a calculated effort on Schi's part?- did not manage to distract her. Had she actually heard right? Schi wanted to negotiate, that much she understood well enough. After all, Mamichi had chosen this village as their latest target for research into Suiton-centric techniques and skills. That meant that they came in peace, or at least, in practiced nonviolence. To hear Schi broach the subject openly was perhaps somewhat unexpected, but far from unwelcome. Openly being the leader of a village likely gave Schi a noticeable degree of lassitude in just how he dealt with visitors to his lands. Whether he chose to welcome them openly, diplomatically ask them to leave, or convince through show of force, it was left to him to decide. Perhaps it was merely practicality in not angering the presumed disciples of Hedoro, or maybe there was another angle entirely? She didn't usually indulge in such matters, diplomatic solutions didn't really mesh well with her own reputation. But now, she was under the guise of someone else, and such an opportunity had been placed quite freely at her feet. She was going to make the most of it, find out for herself if she was capable of settling matters through means besides strength of arms or reputation. So she finished taking a sip of the robust wine in the innocuous burnished steel cup, before bringing it down to rest on her leg as she finally answered. "Uh whirr thee off her, know quest shun their. Eye bee leave Hedoro wood bee a bull two fizz sit four sum thin gov such grate vale you." It seemed she still had the same odd distortion to her words, which was something that she would eventually need to remedy. But the fact of the matter was simply that such an offer was indeed too generous to be refused. And if merely getting Hedoro to come to visit Schi in peace was the cost, then that was what would have to be arranged. Of course, she had no intention of losing the element of surprise from this disguise so early in it's practice, she would have to find some way to pull off such a feat. There was one option that immediately came to mind, but just using it carelessly would do no better than shedding her disguise in the open. No, what she needed was some form of red herring, a distraction of sorts that would give Schi a reason to believe what he saw to be the full truth. It would be the truth regardless, but if he was convinced by what he saw, then he'd have no reason to delve any deeper and discover the full ramifications of what had taken place. "Whee cans end four Hedoro bye caw sing uh heh feast tore um." Really, that had nothing to do with making Hedoro arrive, but it it seemed to work, then that would hopefully be enough to allay any burgeoning suspicions on Schi's part. Of course, this didn't take Mamichi's opinion into account, but she couldn't see any obvious reason that the other Meliae would have to refuse. If she did, then they would simply have to renegotiate. For now, however, she took another small sip of wine as she waited to hear what Schi would say. At the same time, she occasionally turned her head to make sure of the other humans' positions, that they weren't attempting to sneak up behind her or something. Fleshling eyes were limited, that had to be the reason she was feeling a little more paranoid than usual. [643 + 12,959 = 13,602 out of ??? ]
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 8:32 am
Thinking about what the girl in front of him just said, as well as trying to translate it from the jumbled mess into a human language he came to a disposition. Smooth or chunky peanut butter?
The boy behind the desk suddenly stood up. His head captain looked up at him as she still cradled Ichi close to her bust. The rest of the soldiers in the room who guarded their positions peaked over at their glorious emperor. A soldier appeared next to him. He was glaring at Rumi with intention to defend his leader at any cost like a dog protecting his master. Even though their was no danger the men and women in their uniforms would stay loyal.
His words spoke like a roaring crackle of thunder in a dark and quiet night sky.
"I demand A cup of black coffee and a chocolate chip muffin with butter." Really?! Was that it...?! All that build up for demanding a snack?!. No soldier spoke or questioned they just continued to stay loyal to their silly Emperor. Schi sat down and smiled. "Oh yeah, and If I don't see Hedoro by the end of the day we will lock this village forever and keep all the techniques to myself." Well...that seemed to be more important than a muffin... The soldier ordered with the task walks to the door then goes out of the office, down the stairs to the kitchen that was previously owned by the Mizukage.
(248 X2 = 496)
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 7:57 am
 Rumi frowned at the ultimatum Schi handed down. If she wasn't currently under disguise as an innocent apprentice, she would have risen to the challenge merely to see what lengths Schi would go to. But as it was, she didn't want to spoil that surprise, not just yet. So she would have to cooperate. Schi had made no mention of the signal needed to summon Hedoro, causing a heavy storm. Maybe her flawed attempt at pronunciation hadn't been equal to the task, and he hadn't fully deciphered her last reply? That was troublesome, but the solution was merely that of taking extra time with her words, doing her best to pronounce the words as a human would. This exchange had been a surprising source of practice; maybe she had gotten at least a little better? Pausing to take another small drink of her wine, she sorted out just what she wanted to say, and how it was probably supposed to be said. "As ewe say, I shall send four her at ones. May eye half the use of yore window?" Her pronunciation was getting better, but there was still something noticeably odd in it. It was understandable, however. And assuming Schi gave her permission, she would merely lean slightly out the window before carefully and awkwardly forming a brief series of hand seals. This was for a technique that would indeed cause a large storm to roll in, large enough to cause a heavy downpour until she ended the technique. It wouldn't summon thunder or lightning, but the red herring would still serve it's purpose, being a heavy storm that would presage Hedoro's presence. [274 + 13,602 = 13,876 out of ??? ]
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 4:23 pm
If Rumi wanted to see what lengths Schi would go to she should of brought Hedoro out sooner. As the green haired girl walked to the window of the Mizukage's office window Schi closed his eyes. "Take all the fresh air you need. That alcohol is known to get to a few people I know." Schi said folding his hands together leaving Rumi be. But as soon as she started making hand signs the men in the room along with Schi's personal head captain focused their eyeballs on Rumi. They drew their weapons slowly trained to kill on sight if need be.
Behind the desk he felt invincible so as the soldiers brought out their weapons Schi uncoupled his folded hands and rose his arm to his mouth and flicked his wrist for a moment, signaling the men not to attack. He re opened his eyes and smiled. "Is she on her way?" He asked reviving his muffin from the soldier who was tasked with the duty. Another soldier appeared to his hip and began pouring Schi's coffee into a mug. "Coffee after wine? What a weirdo!" Schi's head captain whispered to herself with a scoff. The boy behind the desk drank and ate his meal quietly.
((Sorry for such crappy posts but It's time for me to get down to business and invade the rest of Kirigakure 'Mist country' ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 5:25 pm
Rumi moved back from the window before shuffling back around to face the interior of the room. Turning had proven a bit too advanced of a skill for her, so she had to instead turn bit by bit, sliding steps rotating her by only a few dozen degrees at a time. It was almost painfully slow and awkward, but it worked. She noticed several of Schi's guards still on alert, but as long as they didn't attack her, she wouldn't rise to the unspoken challenge. Instead she finished turning and faced Schi, a jerky vertical spasm passing through her head and neck; a crude mimicking of a nod. Her cheeks still bore a faint pinkish tinge from the alcohol, whether the moment spent at the window had helped or not wasn't visibly apparent. Really, the only way to gauge her status was by how mangled her attempts at speaking were. "Inn deed, she will bee hear within the our." Her voice was just as soft as before, but could still be heard even with the heavy rain coming down now. A constant drumming could be heard as the deluge cascaded down on nearby rooftops, and the dirt roads below were slowly but surely gaining a coating of mud.  Meanwhile, not terribly far away, the other part of Hedoro that she had never recombined with in Hidden Substance was waiting, having followed after and now was safely entrenched in the innards of Hidden Mist's shadows. There was no direct mind to mind communication between her and 'Rumi', but they were more or less on the same wavelength. So when one of her own techniques was used to bring about a downpour, she knew enough to go and see what was going on. The center of the storm was the largest building in Mist, the Kage's offices. So that was where she would go. She made no effort to hide her presence, moving brazenly down the middle of the roads. The fleshlings were all scurrying from cover to cover, and the majority of the ones she moved past likely never even noticed her there. It would only take a few moments to arrive at her destination, barring some unforeseen obstruction. [368 + 13,876 = 14,244 out of ??? ]
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 8:33 am
After some more time passed waiting for Hedoro the person behind the desk grabbed a kunai and boredsomely swung it around his fingers and leaned back in the comfy chair. "Alright if she'll be here soon I'm going to ask Mrs Rumi and Mrs Mamichi to leave the room once your master arrives. I will hold a meeting with Hedoro and work some things out that need to be done. After that, You may take these badges and visit any area of the village you would like to see including the library or school." He told them both and flashed two closed black leather cases that held badges. A fresh soldier appeared and opened the door. "My head captain and I will escort you off the premises." The solder said gruffly. Schi's head captain stood at attention and walked to the door with all the rest of the soldiers in the room.
All the soldiers leaving at once must seemed like Schi was an idiot and didn't care about security with the most dangerous person in all of the land of shinobi. But that's exactly how he wanted the two to think. It didn't seem like it but Schi had a lot to do, but with this meeting done he could go back to work and launch another heavy strike on a village. Most likely with more soldiers and weapons this time.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 7:30 am
Rumi tilted her head to the side in a show of slight confusion at Schi's words. He wanted her and Mamichi to leave before Hedoro arrived? That would take away from the full effect of the gambit she was using, but not enough to completely nullify it. After all, if she had an escort in one of Schi's rank and file, then surely she would still be under supervision. As such, as long as she didn't undertake any action that would lead to a lapse or other incident, then there would still be no way for the truth to come to light. The presence of Schi's trusted would be all the alibi she would need, it would be Schi's own actions that proved her innocence. So she finally nodded, moving away from the window to follow the soldiers out the door, expecting Mamichi to follow along in her own good time. She had set the cup on the open windowsill, but she made no move to retrieve it, trusting that it would be there upon her eventual return. And if she did not return, then so be it. There were other vineyards and vintners, she knew of two or three not terribly far away. Normally, the best vineyards were in more temperate areas, but there were some styles of wines that could be developed from the hardier sources. Not just grapes, but apples, dandelions, burdock and other flora specimens could lend themselves to winemaking. The variety would make for an interesting experience after she had accomplished all she wanted to here. Hedoro had arrived at the entrance of the Kage Building. If a fleshling was stationed as guard, she didn't pay enough attention to care. If they tried to bar her path, the outcome would be predictable enough. With the rain as heavy as it was, there was a decent chance that any guard wouldn't even be completely sure of her presence. Visibly, she blended in with the water perfectly, the rain falling in sheets did a serviceable job of masking her presence. As well, she kept her chakra signature diffuse and muted, her own attention spreading out along the intangible net she was casting out, to determine just where her destination lay. She could feel the presence of herself, of 'Rumi', so she knew where to go. But she was moving, so that could well change soon enough. For now, she would head toward where Rumi had been for much of her approach. If there was nothing of interest there, she would continue the search. Once inside the Kage Building, Hedoro would make her way deeper, zeroing in on where Schi was waiting to meet with her. Along the way, she would encounter the group that had just left, including Rumi and Mamichi. Once they had closed to such a point that there was no mistake who was who, she would pause as Rumi stepped forward to speak. "Schi is wading two meet with ewe, ma'am. Matters of sum import, it wood seem." She would then step back to her place in the small cavalcade, ready to continue on if there was no further discussion needed. [527 + 14,244 = 14,771 out of ??? ]
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