[ Waiting.]

[kujira]

It seems as if I had lost Netami in our trek through the inhospitable climes of Mizu No Kuni. Puzzlement upon my features I would idly try and wave my hand through the mist, futilely trying to dispel it. Oh how I had failed my emerald tressed lady! Apparently I could keep her safe in the midst of the worlds most powerful shinobi, yet I could get lost like a wondering schoolboy and leave her to the deprivations of any passersby. Soft sigh escaping my lips I would muse at how I would get out of this situation.

[Runeska]

[enter]

The chuunin entered in the stealthiest of motions, each step carefully place in a manner where sound was muffled, and the echo in the thick mist was at a minimum. The events in the kage's dinner had ended, and he was hoping for things return to normal... no, better than normal. However, there was the problem with the foreigners. Sure, they were invited guests, but even guests had a time to leave. Otherwise, today’s guests were tomorrow's invaders. To be completely honest, he wouldn't be able to sleep well till the other anbu had confirmed that all foreign shinobi had left. Even then, too many had the villages location. The late mizukage sure had some balls, but this had calamity strewn across it.


That's when Aclime would pick up on it, the sounds of footprints nearby, but this pace, this random click of steps... it didn't belong to a native. At the very least, it was someone unfamiliar with kirigakure, as the average shinobi here had long since memorized every step of the village to a point where the mist didn't bother them, besides occasionally bumping into another shinobi. These steps, however, sounded... lost. His blood began simmer slightly inside. I can't wait until everyone leaves


Once Aclime's stride brought him within 15 meters of the wander, he would stop. "Hello there stranger. Lost?" His voice was louder and low, rumbling through the moist air like a bass drum. There wasn't chance he'd go unheard. Of course, he could be wrong. It could be one of rare absent minded shinobi every village likely had. Or perhaps someone's day had been that wreaked with havoc. Again, only time would tell. For now though, he'd have to rely on the vague silhouette before him, and perhaps a response, as the mist seemed to thick to discern any major details.

OOC:fixing a typo, though there's probably more >_<;

[kujira]

It seemed I wasn't alone in my hopeless meandering. A voice would cut through the mists, piercing the abject silence that surrounded them. Cobalt occuli peering through the mists I could make out the vague figure from whence the voice came. Body tensed like a spring I would call out my response, senses straining for the slightest provocation. I could not be found wanting when my goddess still needed me.

I appear to be a little lost as you can see. Anyway you could point me in the right direction stranger?

Succinctly would my reply flow, giving him not the slightest hint of what my true mission to Kirigakure had been. After all, he could be an enemy of Iwagakure neh?

[Runeska]

Surely, it seemed his first assumption had been right, for through the mist, this figure appeared more less larger than local knock off shinobi. Further still, his voice portrayed him as someone older, though age didn't always mean wisdom. However, was this the time to give the benefit of a doubt to one who was obviously a stranger? No, at least not within his mind. This still a foreigner within his home, as far as he could tell. Best to play it safe, as always... at least when I'm within the right mind


"Hm..." he began in a thoughtful tone. "Well that depends. If one seeks no purpose there is very rarely a right path. Thus, if you wish find that denoted as right, I must know your pupose. So I would ask, what do you seek?" A lengthy reply, but it was simply his manner of speech in combination of his overall odd mood. But there were other matters at hand, the likes of which concerned him equally as well.

Of course, the fog would be so thick that even from this meager distance, his eyes would be nigh invisible, or rather obscured to point of being unrecognized. This would play in well to him, as the now tamed lucid wrath would inspect the shinobi, who would be none the more wiser to his gaze, all while the conversation took place. But what would he see? Hm… it appeared as though he gazed at a shinobi of remarkable power and assumable skill, perhaps one stronger than himself, as his aura was like a large dancing flame. He had a large reserve of chakra, and an equally well ability to mold said chakra. Aclime was mildly impressed, but this realization put him at an uneasy, tense state. Not that any of this would be noticeable without mind reading abilities. Just… he hoped this foreigner was not here to cause danger.


“First though, I must know,” he paused and sighed a bit. “How was the kage meeting? I hear there were some… unforeseen circumstances. Perhaps… a tragedy? I’m afraid I was absent and unable to witness what occurred. Were you present? Perhaps you can enlighten me…” It was only wishful thinking. Melancholy in tone, it did put a slight damper on his outlook that another Kiri leader had fallen as so, especially one with the gull to host such an event in his one home.

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[kujira]

It appeared it was no normal stranger that I had, by chance, wandered upon. His answer to my plea was cryptic, eliciting further caution on my part. However, his next comment would catch me off guard. My countenance would twist into an expression of surprise for a brief moment before I would regain my previous apathy. How could he know I was a shinobi, much less a kage escort? No matter, I would let my reply roll out, my voice full of a rich timbre.

"It...was a tragedy to say the least. Yet, I assume you already know as much. Now state your intent plainly...I would not bandy words with my foe should it come to that."

[Runeska]

But how did he know he was a kage's escort? He didn't. Rather, he'd assumed that this shinobi was a foreigner, which he believed himself to be right about. Further, from the anbu report, the only intruder they'd heard of was the late nukenin who had returned only to claim the late kage's life. So, this man either bore witness to the events as a welcomed guest... or was another intruder roaming about the streets of kiri. He watched as the body suddenly twisted slightly, taken aback by his speech. Did I say something... odd


It seemed the shinobi was now on guard, something Aclime also took note of. But why? "All I know is that a former nukenin has been disposed of and a kage I knew not has been slain." Perhaps the activation of the doujutsu had been sensed by this man. Could such a subtle ability be sensed? It mattered not, for the eye of chaos carried with it, no ill intent. Rather, he wished to inspect the man before him, something he did to many who even now, were not aware of it. Perhaps though, he should respond to his other concerns before his suspicion reach an unprecedented level.

"Relax. You are in my home land, my charge to protect. I only strike at those who intend to cause it harm." Yet even as he spoke, he realized his speech traveled in circles. Perhaps that's what had sent this man into a state of alarm. He sighed once more, and literally concentrated for a moment. He had to speak less cryptically.

"Hm... You must excuse me, I intend no harm. However, it's clear that you are lost... or an avid wanderer. Your very presence dictates a guest with the meeting adjourned, or an invader who should not be here. As you seem not to intend harm, you must be a lost guest. Please allow me your name and that which you seek, as it would seem rude to call eachother stranger for a great length. My name is Gekkido Runeska, chuunin of the hidden mist. Should you wish, I can serve as your guide, as you don't seem adept at navigating through this dense fog. Or I could have anbu escort you. Either way, I only wish to have the foreign presence leave here once their business concludes. Yet, as a kiri nin, I could not say I’d feel at ease leaving a foreign nin wander about, alone. Surely, where ever you hail from, you must understand as my concerns.

[kujira]

It seems my previous fears had been assuaged with this mans plain explanation. Perhaps I had been to hasty in welcoming conflict. But that was moreso a trait of the nervousness I felt since my separation from Netami. Standing still for the briefest of moments I would untense my body and walk forward to the vague silhouette, arms outstretched in a universal symbol of peace.

Once I could come close enough to perceive the man I would relate my background and tale.

" I am Souzen Hirohito, Neko AnBu of Iwagakure and escort to the lady Tsuchikage. I was with her at the kage meeting, and played my part in that dire conflict. However, she left in haste soon after the conflicts duration and it seems I have become lost in these most inhospitable climes. Thus, I would ask you a boon and request you lead me through these lands, or atleast until this treacherous mist ends."

[Runeska]

What a relief...There was a short sigh, no doubt from Aclime's own countenance. The figure stepped closer through the dense mist, arms out stretched in peace. The eye of lucid wrath would simply deactivate before the man could get within clear viewing distance. After all, even if used openly, such a doujutsu was still a well guarded secret, one he wished for none to find out on their own.


Thus as the shinobi known as Souzen came to a halt before him, he would listen to his tale. It appeared Souzen was an Iwa nin. He knew not of the relations between the two nations, but it was now his charge to see to it that Souzen remained unharmed by anyone and that he found what he was looking for, presumably, his kage. "Aye, think yourself not a boon, as you are already a guest. Now, where were you heading? I could lead you to the gates if the Lady Tsuchikage was heading there, or I could help you search within the village. I assume she has already left the meeting?"

Little did Souzen know that within kirigakure, this mist was perpetual. Perhaps it didn't reign in this intensity all the time, but the mist would never, within reason, die. Aclime ran his left hand through his hair, feeling the moisture saturating the silver strands. He had to commend this man, who seemed outwardly calm despite his position. He was for one, lost in a foreign nation, and two, separated from the one he was guarding. Aclime couldn't say he'd be so calm himself, but perhaps Souzen was far more tense in his mind then he lead on.

[yeahyouknow]

A third silhouette would appear within the mist. This figure was different than Souzen or Aclime's. It seemed taller because of its odd headpiece and it seemed to be holding something quite large in its arms, further stretching the shadow. Netami appeared before Souzen, holding her in arms was her fallen escort, Harukani. The crown that could have been mistaken for a headpiece was actually a set of dual Ibex-like horns. Her long emerald locks fell to her shoulders and the middle of her back. Twin chocolate orbs scanned both her living escort, Souzen, and the other shinobi who had been talking with him. Though the Tsuchikage should have been exhausted, it did not show in both her posture or facial expression. She stood straight, her arms holding tightly the dead Flower Child.

''Kurotsume, we leave as soon as possible. Harukani-san deserves some sort of funeral.'' Netami explained as she lowered her eyes upon the corpse's face.

The woman's curvaciou body was hidden beneath her cloak that fell by her knees. Her high heeled shoes making her seem taller and adding an elegant touch to her overall posture. She waited for an answer from her Anbu Operative, hopefully they would be gone soon.

[kujira]

A pained expression would cross my countenance as I beheld the lifeless remains of my fellow comrade. Such was the life of a shinobi that I was forced to endure the passing of my friends. However, my brief moment of pain would pass quickly and I would nod to Netami, signaling my intent to escort her safely back to Iwagakure. A final nod would be given in the direction of my erstwhile guide, who had shown me that not all Kiri-nin were bloodthirsty mongols hell bent on death. And with that, I would await our leave.

[Runeska]

And just like that, a third silhouette would appear, one that seemed quite odd to him. It was a very tall, through his eyes, slender female with... a horned crown? Closer, the shadowy form would become more clear, until he was able to make out a very shocking detail. She carried in her arms, a corpse of a male. His first reaction would be to ask what had happened, but he quickly realized that such a question might be outside of his business for one, and then a hard question to ask in this situation.

His thoughts seemed rather correct, as the male figure before him seemed to lose his composure for a brief moment to express a painful emotion. Of course, Souzen would recover from it within a passing moment. Aclime would sigh, hearing the words of the female. It took only a moment for Aclime to piece two and two together and come to the conclusion that this was the tsuchikage. It seemed he truly was ignorant of what went down in the hidden mist these days.

Upon the second nod, Aclime would be very brief in his words. "My deepest condolences for your lost. Please this way. You must want to get home." He would nod twice and begin at a moderate pace, walking for a few minutes before reaching their destination. He would look behind to see if the guest were following, but it would only take a short bit to reach the gates. He could only hope that when they left, it would not be like bats out of hell.


[Exit]

[yeahyouknow]

The Tsuchikage would walk with a decisive pace behind the Kiri nin. Her eyes scanned the mist filled area and soon she could even perceive what she believed were the Gates of Kirigakure where she could finally be on her way to Iwagakure.

--Exit(Time to get home Sousou)

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