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Feb 28, 2019 0:09:15 GMT -7
Post by Celaena Kamyuja on Feb 28, 2019 0:09:15 GMT -7
let the mission begin
A waning moon hung over the land like a Cheshire cat’s looming smile. It was cold enough in the spring air that an exhaled breath became a cloud with a limited lifespan. This moment in time was perfect, the world around her was still blissfully asleep. People and animals alike were unaware most of the time of what was going on around them. Shinobi in general, however, do not really sleep. ‘O three hundred’ and she was free falling [Kamyuja: Bulk Jump] from the sky and landing next to the lone figure standing on top of a building a little distance away from the building she had entered previously before ... the asylum.
Naturally, she wasn’t free falling into a stranger's arms, but the rendezvous point was located just where that lone figure stood. Coincidence, no, she would notice that Uchiha anywhere, even with his back to her.
‘Tap. Tap.’
Her feet would sound as she landed somewhat behind the Uchiha before drawing nearer to stand before him. She was dressed up to the nines: a corset folded over her hourglass body bound up firmly at the back. A leather coat secured her delicate shoulders, disguising a Tanto sword which was tied to her back yet covered up underneath her jacket. In the event that she would reach behind her with her correct hand, the grip would be equalled to the length of her spine, the hilt directed toward that region as a rule for brisk access. On account of having long hair, the length more distant made detecting the blade covered up underneath the coat nearly impossible. One would need to look hard to see the evidence, generally, a quick overview won't be acceptable.
Her pleasant rounded bottom was canvassed in calfskin pants, normally, her pack settled upon her rear holding items, such as kunai, darts and other hira weapons that could conceivably be required. Joined to one side rests her Katana, one she scarcely is seen without. The shade of her clothing wasn't generally important to be surveyed over notwithstanding in the event that one would see, she was dressed totally in dark, aside from her blood red undergarment and steel coloured gauntlets which spread her thighs and both of her hands and arms. That shading would be silver and worn looking in appearance.
Presently the female didn't state anything. She felt just as she didn't have to. She just paused, her left hand laying on the handle of her katana, rather apathetically.