The Gathering

[Celaena Kamyuja]

The Gathering

BLOOD RAN IN THICK RIVULETS, pooling in the gutter and running south, a black cherry waterfall that signaled the death of Human trafficker Kenta Takahashi. The death was swift, and like a shadow, the assassin left the scene as silent as she arrived. However, she didn't travel far…

The neon lights of the 'All Live, All Nude' sign flickered in the rain, showering the street with sparks that sizzled and flared in the cold night, an electric cadence to match the distant rumble of thunder as dark clouds continued to roll in off the lakes and blanket the wet village in continued storms. Laena Kamyuja stood beneath the sparking sign, her pale skin contrasting with a waterfall of hair the colour of charcoal it appeared black. Her chocolate coloured eyes glowed with a feral light in the alternating flashes of lightning from the storm and sparks showering from the tilting sign above.

Music poured out of the building, a loud, drubbing beat. That only added to the pounding in her head. She ignored it and yanked open the door. Raised voices and laughter mixed with the clink of glasses. Funny, now that it was an established bar, the place was hopping almost every night. All shinobi went here, and all were only loyal to the village. Any outsiders, which were extremely rare, are often under tight supervision. Most foreigners didn’t live long, but they were still welcomed.

She stepped to the side of the door and took a long look around, noting every headband and weapons, noting everybody within sight. Mostly small timers, or weekenders. A couple of legitimate Ame shinobi. Three wannabe hard-asses, drinking, looking for women and most likely a fight. Five, sitting in the corner, bad-asses wearing Katanas et cetera. They noticed her the moment she walked in. All five were packing and they weren’t drinking, at least not enough to say they were there for a good time. They weren't Amegakure shinobi.

The Kamyuja approached the bar and asked for her usual.
“Hey Preacher, if those five give you a hard time, let me know. Oh and the mark has been taken care of.”
She slammed down a note. “Keep the change.”
And left the bar. She was approaching one of the far corners when a drunk fool slapped her ass. The Kamyuja stilled. Cooly her head turned toward the assailant and she smiled sweetly down at him before she carried on toward her usual spot. She felt eyes on her. The itch between her shoulder blades burning signifying more than one pair of eyes. She was confident, but then again she was moody.

Preacher came over with her glass of Hibiki Harmony, a type of Japanese Whisky and placed it on her table. He didn’t stay over for chitchat for it was far too busy. Just then the door opened. ‘This is going to be a long night.’

[M$]

The death of Kenta Takahashi was a gruesome one— the human trafficker had stood no chance against the one named Celaena; the death was quick, swift, out of site and almost noiseless - and represented the marks of a true assassin.

Sight of the disturbing murder had only graced my countenance on this night because I played the role of a skulker. This woman - this kunoichi - had been the one described to me by the council-woman Mae Sako, who believed that she would be instrumental in the effort to free Amegakure from the toxic clutches of the rest of the council. She was a chunin, and as such outranked me, and as I peered over her silhouette through the lenses of my Sharingan her chakra level was more potent than even my own. It radiated vibrantly from the epicenter of her body, and because of it, it was easy to follow her in the night sky.

I made sure to keep my distance until the time was right, and in doing so had missed my opportunity to engage her while in the nearly abandoned streets. Instead, I watched stealthily as she entered a bar that lit up the darkness plaguing the street -- too young to be allowed entry, other methods had to be employed.

I waited a few minutes after she went in before I made my move, swooping down from the top of the building like a vampire in the night. The bouncer, who had been startled by my sudden landing, would never fully register what had happened, for the moment our gazes met had had been trapped within the grip of my genjutsu. He stared into the crimson sea of my Sharingan blankly before stepping aside and motioning for me to head inside. I thanked him, then allowed casual strides to see me through the entrance.

The door slid open as I stepped through, and I looked around the room -- there was only one person I was here for, and so my eyes searched for her diligently.

There she was .. at the bar .. If she had noticed me come in, the wild ebony mane atop my head would've been the first thing she noticed, but if she watched closer, she would see that my eyes were fixated upon her as I approached— and if she looked even harder, my kekkei genkai was alive and on full display.

"If things go left .. do not hesitate to kill her. We know not where her allegiance lies.", the ancient voice of Kaka'rot echoed within the Uchiha's mind.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

I don't like surprises 

Laena was studying the bottom of her glass, dazzled with her contemplations of the future when all of a sudden she felt eyes upon her. Her head turned with a start, her hands going after her weapon just to recollect it was not there and settled with holding the stem of her glass. Her eyes scanned the rowdy crowd and landed on the features of a young teenager. Encountering a teen in these parts was an uncommon find as pedophiles were common, however judging with his physique he seemed fit. The first thing she noticed was his hair, inky in colour, but that quickly changed when she noticed twin crimson orbs pressed into youthful features staring back at her. And what made things all the more uncomfortable was the fact that he was approaching her. Like a direct route straight toward her.

“Fuck.”

She drowned the liquor in one swallow and slammed the glass down on top of the counter. Twisting to face him completely, she stretched out her legs before her and waited, her arms folding across her chest. All the while her thoughts were conveying. ‘What does an Uchiha want? Why me? Did he witness me slaughtering that pig? Is this a setup? I loathe Uchiha’s…’ She would very much like to be elsewhere now. However, as he drew closer, she couldn’t find the impulse to leave. Curiosity bloom out of nowhere and a small smile slithered on to her porcelain features. ‘Alright. You have my attention.’ She thought with silent eagerness.

[M$]

She was a spectacle before when I watched her kill Kenta from the rooftops above, but I now saw her in the light, clearly, and her beauty only intensified with each step closer. Her chakra was vibrant, her face beautiful - yet, what stood out to me most was the way those dark chocolate irises stared defiantly into the gaze of my own.

It was a dangerous thing to do— to flirt with the eyes of an Uchiha, and yet she had shown no fear. I drew ever closer, almost within range as she finished her beverage and turned to face me completely. If my approach had made her in any way uncomfortable, her reaction had done the same to me, but I would not falter. It was like Kaka'rot had said moments ago— but to kill such a beauty would have been a waste — besides, I was not completely sure I would be able to anyway.

Instead, I slid into the seat next to her as nonchalant as I could as her voice, mysterious and compelling, filled the air. I would request to the bartender two more of whatever it was that Celaena had been drinking. He would hesitate, no doubt because I didn't look of age, but my kekkei genkai was difficult to resist — a simple charm placed, and he viewed me as one of his closest friends, and happily poured me a cup while filling up hers once more.

"Uchiha, Itada", was the first words that escaped my mouth toward the woman as I peered into the depths of her gaze. She needed not worry about him attempting a jutsu, as the Sharingan faded from sight to reveal eyes shaded an elegant onyx.

"I am in need of your assistance, Kamyuja, Celaena."

The words slid from my tongue like poison, yet it was only the truth. With her strength by my side, it was inevitable that the council would fall.

[yu]

Yu was in search of somewhere to get a drink of water. With everything that's been going on in the village she had been lying low and staying out of sight. This village had been a troublesome ever since she had been allowed to enter and become part of its military force. Yu wore her second outfit consisting of her sleeveless white dress with black pants and boots. Her arms were badnaged and her beautiful hair left free to flow behind her. The ame headband wrapped firmly around her forehead. She had seen a nearby pub and decided to head in for a drink and hopefully some food.

She smiled at the bouncer before heading in and heading straight to the bar with haste. She was greeted by the sight of a woman yelling at some man but choose to ignore it for now as she seemed rowdy enough to hold her own. "Water please." Himayi said taking a seat after looking at the bartender. She left all of her other equipment in a safe place along with her animal companion. However the only weapons she ever needed were her two fist alone.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Itada and mystery girl

Her breath whistled through her teeth and she gave herself a mental shake. Every fibre of her body was alert, and icy tendrils twisted around her heart. Her thoughts turned to darker thoughts, but she was patient instead of surrendering to her darkest desires and living up to them. She also felt heat overcoming her, she was aware of this boy. Only simply because he was an Uchiha and she doesn’t agree with their clan. Come to think of it, she doesn’t even remember what caused her rift between the Uchiha, only that she doesn’t really like them.

He’s a cute wee thing. Toned muscles and puberty obviously came and gone, but he was still that, I boy, to her anyway. He needed to add a hundred years to his age to be considered a man in her eyes. She flexed her fingers to get the blood flowing through them, and she allowed her body to relax under the regard of his beautiful eyes. The Kamyuja was not happy. It took every ounce of control to not tense up when he sat down next to her. She felt his heat. She preferred to be cold. However, she was deeply amused when Preacher poured them their drinks. And it was no pussy drink, no it was strong, bitter, and consumed only for adults. His adorable little eye trap made him mischievous.

As he turned to her and breathed his name, Itada was immediately stored into her memory bank, filed away with the various names she recalled. Indeed, he has beautiful eyes, crimson in all their Sharingan glory or paled to the long-established onyx. And he wasn’t afraid to stare into other people's eyes either. She favoured straightforwardness too, however her confined identity, Celaena, would have no doubt looked away.

“You require my assistance? Hmph! Child, call me Laena, Celaena is not here at the moment.”

To those who don’t understand, when one sits on the fundamental seat inside the assemblies of the mind, the other identity isn't in control. Laena has been in focus for a while now, having claimed the spotlight of the body’s mind however if Celaena was required, would Laena give up the chair? Not without consequences. Laena brought the glass up to her lips and she drunk the liquor in one gulp before running her tongue over her lips. All the while doing this, her eyes never left the Uchiha’s. She placed the glass down.

“Tell me, Itada, that girl who entered in practically after you, the one who is drinking water in a bar that’s for adults who don’t even consider requesting for water in the first place. Is it safe to say that she is with you?"

Her hand gripped the empty glass in her hand. Her knuckles turning white as her grip solidified. It all came down to this if she doesn’t approve his answer, she was going to use this glass as a weapon and kill him with it. Her tongue slid over her teeth. ‘Maybe I’ll cut his pretty eyes out.’ She thought secretly, gazing into them.

[M$]

By her response, one would think she had acid for saliva...

Our gazes locked as the Queen drank from her glass— I dared not look away from such a magnificent sight, but as her words registered within, my body reacted on its' own. My head turned itself to see just who the ancient Kamyuja spoke of, as I had come alone.

It'd only take a second for me to spot the person in question — it was a shinobi, another kunoichi, evident clearly by the Amegakure band strapped across her head — one who I was ultimately unfamiliar with. She wore a white dress, ebony boots and gloves, and had a style of hair long as my own. I did not know her, but it was clear to see where her allegiance lie. How lucky was I? I had come to recruit one, and the opportunity for another had just shown up.

"She is as familiar to me as you are", I began honestly-- but where there was an animosity between me and the unknown ninja that had come in, there was a kinship there, bonded through that which Was The Hidden Rain.

"But..", I continued as my voice began to trail off. My attention had slowly shifted back toward the Kamyuja, who gaze hadn't shunned away once.

"She wears the symbol of Ame..", the sentence escaped as my gaze returned to hers.

"And in a few days— all of Amegakure will be mines", I finished, hoping my last words would sway her to my cause.

[yu]

The bartender had been slightly taken back by the request but complied non the less. He made the glass of water and slid it over to Himayi who happily accepted it. Curious to as the commotion that was going on earlier she turned her head to look at the woman and the man who had approached her to see them looking at kinda intently. She cocked her head to the side in curiosity and waved energetically at them with a smile. Taking a sip from her glass she kind of waited to be addressed but the man had turned his head back around and continued to converse with the woman. Himayi positioned her body to be split between the bar and the direction of the two in case they wanted to talk to her. Her empty opal Hyuuga eyes bright as ever and quite bored.

Patiently taking small sips of her water the girl checked her nails. Neatly trimmed and sharpened ready for combat. She had spent so much time practing with her water style jutsu she gotten rusty with her Inuzuka style of taijutsu and needed to brush up on it. As well as continuing to train her pup Karasuna. Who still was not ready for combat yet. But they were getting there. Nothing like a fully trained dog and it's master ready to kill. A small smile came to the girls lips as she patiently hummed.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

what's on his mind? 

Being quite honest with herself, Laena was the most competitive person she knew. Everything she did, every game she played, she played to win. It seemed Itada was exactly the same. Her right eyebrow had arched when she heard his response. Did she believe him? Of cause not. But was she interested, hell yes! Her hold of the glass loosened as she contemplated the Uchiha by her. While he investigated the female, she surveyed him.

“All of Amegakure will be yours, hmm? Those are enormous shoes to full, kid. You wouldn’t have sought me out if you didn’t have a plan. The question is, do you want to fill me in private or with that kunoichi drinking water over there?”

She flagged Preacher to fill her glass again before, at last, turning her consideration onto another person other than this Uchiha. Her focus fell upon the young lady. Her face cautiously clear as she examined the youthful grown-up who was drinking water and looking rather exhausted. When she waved vigorously previously, it contorted her stomach to the point that she didn't have the foggiest idea on the off chance that she needed to associate with her. She gave off an impression of being in full spirits, a female with a ton of vitality. Possibly a lady with a bright personality one absolutely against her own. She felt her body shudder before she turned around in her seat and took a gander at the Uchiha yet again.

"Well, I better go and acquaint myself with that young lady. Whatever you got arranged, you are going to require a team. In any case, the worry is, will that girl handle it?"

So, she slid off her stool, gave one final gaze at the Uchiha before moving toward the splendid young adult with her beverage close by. She hadn't left the Uchiha side totally so he would have heard her when she talked rather delicately for him to pursue on the off chance that he needed to.

Her face was a clear canvas as she drew nearer and sat down by the young lady with long hair. One look at the water, she tasted her alcohol, transparently looking at the young lady with darkened centrality. 'I wonder what conveys her here to this grown-up bar. The Uchiha I understand, yet this lady makes me speculate whether she belongs here on the 'dark side' or not.' She thought tiredly and she set her glass down.

[M$]

The words the beautiful Celaena— Laena, as she said— spoke were nothing but true.

The conquering of Amegakure would not be easy. There were many a obstacles that laid between me and the goal that I was aiming for, but this was something already understood to me. It was why I took the time to seek out a powerful ally in the form of the Kamyuja, and from the murder I witnessed minutes ago with Kenta proved the female had no qualms about killing, which was something we would need. Perhaps there was a way to settle everything peacefully - if so, then so be it - but if not, the road ahead would be one ripe with bloodshed.

While I preferred the more peaceful approach, Kaka'rot would've enjoyed nothing more than to drench the kingdom in the same scarlet blaze that stained our vision.

A team? Certainly. The more our words exchanged, the more confident I grew as it seemed the Kamyuja woman became entertained by my declaration. I already had an all-star lineup in mind, but there was always room for another, and as Celaena moved from her seat and approached the woman, I casually slid from my chair and followed. The drink that was poured for me was neglected skillfully before, but it now had a new purpose as I grabbed it before advancing toward the woman.

As Celaena set her glass down, I would do the same, except in mimicking her motion there would be one key difference. I had no use for such substances, and so slid it across the counter toward the ninja whose name I did not know. Now that we were closer, I could see the female for what she really was .. young, vibrant, innocent— but I knew better; I didn't need the all-seeing prowess of the Sharingan to see the obvious. This was a war-torn country ran on the powers of corruption for decades—— there was no such thing as innocence in these lands.

"You wear that headband proudly", the words slid from my tongue effortlessly as my eyes aimed to meet her own.

"So tell me — would you spill blood in the name of the village?", the question was blunt and straightforward, Kaka'rot's forte, and came equipped with a death gaze.

"And what if such blood.. came from Amegakure itself?" ...

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OOC: Apologies. Let's get it rollin'

[yu]

Himayi eyed the woman as she took a seat next to her. She gave her a quick up and down before setting on her eyes her cheeks getting slightly flushed. She was really pretty she though as a small grin grew on her face before turning to see the male that followed her. He slid his glass towards her across the bar as she stopped it with a finger before looking to meet his gaze. She was bored and interested to hear what he had to say. 

His first comment was directed to how she wore her headband and she smiled. "Of course I am  a ninja." It was a simple and clear statement. Himayi was an outsider and had been welcomed in to the village by her mentor who took her from nothing. To the village her heart belonged as well as her body. Her undying loyalty was the only way to repay the kind Ame ninja who took her in and gave her the last name Inuzuka. For her Hyuuga heritage was nonexistent and irrelevant to her.

The tone however took a more serious note as he then asked her would she spill blood for the village as she giggled at the words. She shook her head sarcastically in a manner to agree with him as she hit with a death glare. Those were always slightly scary to anyone no matter how tough. He finished it off asking if the blood was from the village herself and Himayi took a more serious tone herself but still her carefree attitude. "If it's for the well being of the village I'll slaughter anyone who stands against it. I'll shred them with my bare hands without even thinking about it. I am a Inuzuka and I take care of my pack and do what is necessary." While still seeming somewhat carefree and relaxed the conviction in Himayi's voice could be heard. Her eyes lacking iris were unwavering as she looked the man in his eyes meeting his gaze.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

let's get down to it! 

Control was all that was real. She had learned from a young age that planning, calculation, and observation could avoid most unpleasant things - unnecessary risk, disappointment, and most importantly, heartache.
Her very first memory is from when she was roughly nine years old. She was out in the middle of a field with hundreds and hundreds of butterflies fluttering around her, so full of life, yet the grass around her feet had been brown, the dirt cracked, dead, and dry. Life and death, just like how she felt. Even though she was breathing and her heartbeat steadily, pumping life through her veins, her mind was hollow, soundless, dead.
There are certain times when the Kamyuja loves her job, but there are other times when she would absolutely loathe it. Take ten minutes ago.


Ten minutes ago, she had killed somebody. He was imperative, a pig. Somebody high up in the black market. She did her mission, one that the government probably won't know about, and cleaned the underbelly of such a filthy man. One wretched human at a time. Presently she sat in a bar, a grown-ups bar, drinking a grown-ups drink, and talking about something very dangerous if not life-threatening. The Uchiha clearly had a job for her. Why she accept from a kid was beyond her. Maybe it was a glimpse of what he planned? Possibly this is on the grounds that Uchiha's were such an intriguing bundle, that they are continually entertaining?


She sat at the follow kunoichi’s table. She remained silent. Observant. Coil and ready. She was growing agitated again. All things considered, she watched and permitted the Uchiha who had pursued her to do all the talking. She thought 'whatever' when she realized he didn't drink his beverage. He passed it on so calmly, 'does he by any chance know how much a glass of that stuff cost? That boose isn't cheap.' Another irritation. The Kamyuja contemplated the other female and promptly came to a conclusion. 'That smile. I don't care for her.' However, when she answered back to the Uchiha, she wasn't inspired.


Despite the fact that she thought to stay quiet and watch from afar, she couldn't resist. She felt her lips moving before she could stop the order: "Those a major words, young lady. Slaughtering people, you make it seem like a game. What's more, with your bare hands? Would you like to arm wrestle with me?" She paused her eyebrow lifting. "I have the strength of hundred men. Truth be told, it hasn't even been recorded what I can do when I put any thought behind it," she inclined forward. "I have a feeling that I can split your head like an egg." She stopped. Not to let it hit home, but because she just realised something. Wasn’t she being a bit contradictive? She required individuals like her on her side. A sacrificial prawn.


"Er. I may have had too much to drink."


She muttered, gazing vacantly at nothing in particular. 'Did I just lose her even before we got the opportunity to have her go along with us?' She thought, all of a sudden.

[M$]

The Inuzuka's words were like music to my ears — I had expected her to respond in such a manner, if she truly was loyal to the village — but what exactly did that mean? What was loyalty? And most importantly, why? What about Amegakure had inspired her so, to the point that she would slaughter anyone?

The answer? She probably did not even know. And I knew this I was there before.. fighting for a village with no purpose. These men - the council, the ones who controlled everything - cared not for the people. In all of the years they were in control they had done nothing, save for plummet the country into a state of poverty and confusion. Take for instance the powerhouse next to me, Celaena, who had just killed a man in the open streets ..

It was no coincidence, that Kenta had been targeted, and although she would undoubtedly say that she did it of her own accord, it was keen and precise manipulation by those in power to remove those that threatened their threshold.

This was the village we had all been fooled into serving. Soon, that would change — Amegakure would no longer be a laughing stock among the ninja nations.

I would not interrupt the Kamyuja's line of questioning, as she was right -- It was easy to talk a good one, but how would she react in the face of true danger. Himayi lacked the power sensing capabilities I possessed, and as such was clueless to the sheer amount of power the Kamyuja Queen possessed. Was she simply talking, or was the Inuzuka's words full of conviction?

She stared into my eyes as she spoke, perhaps because maybe she viewed me as a child. I wondered of things would be the same in the face of my kekkei genkai, but it was not me who she needed to be weary of.

She had two powerful ninja in front of her - perhaps the strongest in all the village - her reaction and response to the Kamyuja would provide me with all the information I needed.

[yu]

"I rather play around with you some other way. But if you say you can split my head open or beat a 100 people you might be damn near level 100.I'm not even gonna try and challenge that." Himayi said turning to the woman. " If your not familiar with other clans the lineage of my eyes with no pupils says it all but I am not from here. I was born in the leaf village. " She continued to look the woman in the eye smiling all the way. " I was left for dead treated as an outcast my own mother slit my throat because I didn't get the same abilities as my people.Threw me in a river. A shinobi from this village an Inuzuka found me and taught me everything I know and gave me a new name.Even fought for me to join its ranks. But my origin story ain't all that important." Himayi rubbed along the scar on her neck or at least where it use to be. Those last words didn't come out as joyful as her previous ones. A hint a pain in her eyes even.

"I don't really have the strength of 100 people but  even I could take on 100 people with my skillset. As long as they all aren't ninja." She piped up at the end."My point after all this rambling is that I will kill anyone who stands in the way of the well being of the village inside or outside within reason. I have before and I will do it again. As a medic and an Inuzuka I will fight and cure the disease that plagues the village or dares attack it." That was all she had to say and if they still wanted to talk to her she would stay. Hopefully the pretty lady didn't flip out on her otherwise she could actually die if she was that strong. But adventure was adventure.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Down to business 

The sound of rain pelted on top of the pub relentlessly, stopping all commotion from within the room momentarily as the sound loudened. The drops were like little daggers which assaulted the glass windows, only to be swept away with the wind. Lightning stabbed the grey skies, and a roar of thunder followed quickly. The rain came down heavier as if having been reprimanded for not falling hard enough.

“On evenings like this, I wish to be sleeping blissfully and undisturbed.”

She said to no one in particular, still feeling apprehensive from before. She felt her lips quirk up into a resemblance of a smile however when she finally turned her attention back to those in her immediate circle.

“Yes. I noticed your eyes. Beautiful, much like the Uchiha’s. But I don’t care if they hold power or not. I’d prefer to be able to see. Power can come from many things. Not just one source.”

While she said this, her eyes travelled up the kunoichi’s structure once more. Hardship. She could see it. Her reaction may have felt somewhat unpredicted yet on the off chance that she says she will kill for her village, at that point, there ought to be no uncertainty. The Kamyuja was smiling, her fingers circling in her very own hair as she kept on gazing at the other lady in this little gathering. However, after a minute her eyes would move to the Uchiha's.

"You've been given the inborn capacity to shape your life...but you can't simply talk change, you need to LIVE change. Expectation matched with activity assembles the extension to progress. You can't simply need it; you need to do it, live it...BE it! Success isn't something you have, it's something you DO!"

She stopped, emptied her glass before finishing.

“Tell us Uchiha, what plans do you have to put your ideas into action? Since miracle occurrences don't occur, how I feel about this, is in a call for a miracle. You have to make this happen. They're not wishes or dreams or candles on a cake. The fact of the matter is essentially this, in the event that this isn't arranged out superbly, at that point we are just going to die. And I have to say, boy, I don't wish to die. So enough of my inspirational speech, are we going to get down to business or do I need to order a stronger drink?”

She smiled, basically purring. Her state of mind hopped from being aggravated to rather delighted. What's going to happen next?

OOC: New year, classes have officially started. So don't fret if I don't post quickly as my course is rather difficult and will need my full attention.
Luckily me being a woman, I can multitask

[M$]

Well that was all that I needed -- to be truthful, I cared little for the Inuzuka's reasoning -- I simply entertained the conversation because my skill in sensing the motives of others was rather elite, and from her reactions and words had received what I was looking for. The Kamyuja? Well, she had demonstrated her conviction not that long ago, and while she was still quite unfamiliar to me, her strength would be necessary in what was to come next.

Besides myself, the council were the strongest chakra users in the village. We would need eveything ninja we could muster, plus one. In response to her "inspirational speech", I would make one comment, and one comment only, before reaching out to place a hand on both of the women's shoulders. We had spent enough time in this run-down bar -- it was true, we needed a plan, and I had one -- this, unfortunately, was not the place for it.

"No more drinks", I said to the Kamyuja. It was more-so a comment than a command, and with the collision of my palms against their flesh, the three of us would vanish in the blink of an eye. With all the commotion and drunken shenanigans happening, there was not a soul in that bar that noticed us Hiraishin away.

[Hiraishin exit to Amekage Tower]

[Celaena Kamyuja]

exit

She felt her face screw up into a state of confusion before she felt comfortless. She looked down at the hand of her shoulder, her eyebrow lifted. And just as he said, ‘no more drinks’ she smiled, amused. Physical contact from him, she sighed before feeling disturbed by the ability he performed. The ability to travel like so.

[yu]

[Exit]

Again the woman replied with saying that Himayi needed to take action in her life and prove herself. But they had no idea that she had already done such and that's where her conviction came from. But it didn't matter because at all because soon the male would have his put his hand on her and the woman and a strange sensation washed over here as they disappeared from sight.