Each Blade of Grass...
Aug 4, 2011 19:52:10 GMT -8
Post by Iizuka on Aug 4, 2011 19:52:10 GMT -8
As soon as my feet touched the ground, one of the two leaped forward, her hand extending as a canine companion also came forward to protect the blonde. She was obviously the leader, and although I had just fallen from nowhere, having previously gone unnoticed, she seemed unnerved by my entrance. Rather her expression showed some annoyance, while the other seemed genuinely interested in protecting her apparent leader. Her willingness to throw herself out to protect her amused me; it was cute how she was already just another cog in the machine.
Nobody spoke, and as such the tension increased as I carefully eyed the two of them. Finally, the blonde moved forward and spoke, her tone clearly displaying how annoyed she was with the current scene. And while her tone displayed annoyance, her diction displayed being a bitch. Clearly she had no patience for anything, and as I slowly replaced my kunai within my pouches, I'd come to stand with my arms crossed and facing them. I didn't feel that I was in any immediate danger, although if she continued to speak in such a way, I, too, would be quick to anger.
Simply gazing at the two of them, I'd sigh, a thick cloud forming before me with the freezing air. "It never hurt to be cautious." My own tone displayed slight annoyance, obviously due to her reaction. It, however, showed that she was more intelligent than the other, who within seconds of my entry showed that she was truly nothing more than a puppet. I didn't know much about their relationship, but any good leader would be able to protect themselves, and even with their little shinobi they would help defend their own lives.
Based on my own ideals, I deducted that this woman was either manipulative, or a coward. This was already a woman I was growing to hate, even if she was a pretty face. "I came here seeking information. I'd like to find out what became of my country..." My headband, shining clearly upon my right arm, would represent my origins, as would their silver Kusa bands show theirs. My gaze never faltering, I'd feel my heart skip a beat in my anxiousness to gather this information, "Perhaps you have heard news of Takigakure?"