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Jul 22, 2009 9:58:18 GMT -7
Post by The Heron on Jul 22, 2009 9:58:18 GMT -7
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The soft crunch of his steps signaled his appearance, stealth forgotten as he contemplated the arduous second task. The first had been passed rather easily; he’d devoted maybe ten minutes thought to the scenarios before shelling them out. He hadn’t needed a perfect score, and didn’t care for one. It was the second task that worried him. He had amassed a great number of ninjutsu over his career… to be without chakra would be like to be without a piece of his soul.
His thoughts led him into the Crescent Moon Hotel and to the counter, his body moving absentmindedly to make the receptionist aware of his request.
“I’d like a room,” He droned, eyes half closed. The woman slipped him a key. It read, “147”.
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Room 147
He discarded all of his equipment that would be of no use – tags, and things of that ilk, that required chakra for use. He also left a rather nasty surprise for anyone other than himself who entered his room – a slick slate of stone near that entrance; slick with oil – and a zippo lighter rigged to light that very slick slate upon entrance. Raised stone ledges forced movement forward… into a wall of spikes a shard as steel and sharp enough to slide through flesh like butter.[ Exit ]
