☆ team yokumaru: solong halcyon days pt.2
Sept 27, 2012 10:15:58 GMT -8
Post by kagirinai on Sept 27, 2012 10:15:58 GMT -8
[STYLE=margin: 15px 80px 15px 80px; text-align: justify;font-family: arial;font-size: 10px;]I'd calm slightly at the fulfillment of our introductions, regarding the Jōnin's words amid pondering my own situation. I'd see no problem in departing from the nostalgic, monotonous grounds on which we stood, and with a B-rank mission, my first, taking its place, I'd even feel appetence. Yokumaru nearing, I'd turn my gaze toward the other Genin, considering the opinion he gave before inspecting the text myself.
We would be dealing with an apocalyptaphobe, who'd decided that, should the world actually end, he'd be more than prepared. Coincidentally, I'd imagine that my serpentine facilities would be of great aid in the task, coexisting perfectly with gathering intel, infiltration, etc., considering my mind's capability to meld with them, seeing through their eyes and any other sense they'd employ. Hence the reason my own judgment on the assignment would differ from his.
"We don't know the complexity, or danger of the traps... they could easily account for its rank," I'd remind him inexpressively, "my snakes will.. handle, any group of ordinary civilian.. and you're a medic, correct? You'll help the mission enough in healing us, should we fail in disarming any of these traps the task calls for."
Ending the lecture, my tone had remained impassive through its entirety; the words thusly seen as more of an explanation, as opposed to a scolding counter, though I held no objection in doing that either, should the need arise. Moving from the area in the course of my words, I'd trail Yokumaru's left side, following him as, assumedly, our trio would be headed for the warehouse in commencement of the mission. Recalling his previous few sentences as we'd advance, my more inquisitive trait would show, my head turning in the two's direction as I'd direct them a query.
"What was it.. the b-rank mission you went on?"
My fluent words always held a purpose, and these would too; certain, camouflaged information would be discerned from their responses, I had no doubt.
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We would be dealing with an apocalyptaphobe, who'd decided that, should the world actually end, he'd be more than prepared. Coincidentally, I'd imagine that my serpentine facilities would be of great aid in the task, coexisting perfectly with gathering intel, infiltration, etc., considering my mind's capability to meld with them, seeing through their eyes and any other sense they'd employ. Hence the reason my own judgment on the assignment would differ from his.
"We don't know the complexity, or danger of the traps... they could easily account for its rank," I'd remind him inexpressively, "my snakes will.. handle, any group of ordinary civilian.. and you're a medic, correct? You'll help the mission enough in healing us, should we fail in disarming any of these traps the task calls for."
Ending the lecture, my tone had remained impassive through its entirety; the words thusly seen as more of an explanation, as opposed to a scolding counter, though I held no objection in doing that either, should the need arise. Moving from the area in the course of my words, I'd trail Yokumaru's left side, following him as, assumedly, our trio would be headed for the warehouse in commencement of the mission. Recalling his previous few sentences as we'd advance, my more inquisitive trait would show, my head turning in the two's direction as I'd direct them a query.
"What was it.. the b-rank mission you went on?"
My fluent words always held a purpose, and these would too; certain, camouflaged information would be discerned from their responses, I had no doubt.
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