Bow Chika Wow Wow {Invite Only}
Jun 19, 2008 17:36:14 GMT -7
Post by pandoru on Jun 19, 2008 17:36:14 GMT -7
As each individual made their way into the kitchen, an inevitable fact began to dawn on Pandoru. She lifted her head the slightest bit, glancing around the area of her living room. The destroyed door, the now-charred portions of the room in general, the blood-stains upon the floor, the present smell of smoke… “…I‘m going to die.” The edge of her mouth twitched before she lifted a palm, burying her face in it. After giving herself a moment to let it sink in… the teen laughed. “I… am so dead!” Throwing her hands up in the air, she turned, heading back into the kitchen. “I must say, I had a pretty interesting life. Well lived, I think!” She flopped into her chair. “I definitely really enjoyed getting to know you all.” At this point, the kunoichi glanced up at the ceiling, allowing her mind to wander. “Lash can have my clay supply…”
Outside, a group of masked figures approached, stopping dead in their tracks when they noticed the complete and utter chaos the house of the Kage was in.
“Ryuu can have my puppets…”
“Tsuchikage-sama?” they called, stepping into the house. Instantly, they cried in grief, blinded by both the exposure of the monk as well as the blinding aura radiating from his lower region.
“Shiro can have my harp… he likes music.”
“Tsuchikage-sama!”
“Tensai can…” she paused, looking upwards with half-lidded eyes to the ANBU that had just stormed into her home. “Oh, hello.” She smiled, obviously in a state of complete indifferences. Both shinobi that had entered wore the mask of the Falcon. Curiously, they looked at one another, then back to the redhead before them.
“You‘re… needed. The Chuunin participants have returned, and it‘s past the time for you to be fully prepared for their promotional event. Lash-Taichou, thank you for locating her so quickly. Ah, you,” the speaking ANBU pointed a finger towards Shiro. “We need you as well. Both of you now, up, on your feet.”
She seemed hesitant to do much of anything, the idea of death still firm in her mind. “I don‘t have to make a speech do I…?”
“Of course you do,” Assisting her to her feet, ANBU and Kage alike swiftly vanished.
Outside, a group of masked figures approached, stopping dead in their tracks when they noticed the complete and utter chaos the house of the Kage was in.
“Ryuu can have my puppets…”
“Tsuchikage-sama?” they called, stepping into the house. Instantly, they cried in grief, blinded by both the exposure of the monk as well as the blinding aura radiating from his lower region.
“Shiro can have my harp… he likes music.”
“Tsuchikage-sama!”
“Tensai can…” she paused, looking upwards with half-lidded eyes to the ANBU that had just stormed into her home. “Oh, hello.” She smiled, obviously in a state of complete indifferences. Both shinobi that had entered wore the mask of the Falcon. Curiously, they looked at one another, then back to the redhead before them.
“You‘re… needed. The Chuunin participants have returned, and it‘s past the time for you to be fully prepared for their promotional event. Lash-Taichou, thank you for locating her so quickly. Ah, you,” the speaking ANBU pointed a finger towards Shiro. “We need you as well. Both of you now, up, on your feet.”
She seemed hesitant to do much of anything, the idea of death still firm in her mind. “I don‘t have to make a speech do I…?”
“Of course you do,” Assisting her to her feet, ANBU and Kage alike swiftly vanished.
{Exit.}