A lone pinkette guides herself up a lengthy staircase at dusk, wearing a black skirt and matching stockings, along with matching sandals, a matching white short sleeve and a dark grey, baggy jacket. Her arms are coiled comfortably about a large, brown paper bag with groceries in it, hugged against her chest. She exhales cold air from her maw once she's reached the top, her hair flowing behind her as a chilling breeze passes by. A thick red scarf is coiled about her neck and obscures her chin slightly, defending her throat from direct exposure to the incoming night air.
'Summer's finally going to be over soon.. hard to believe it's been months since I left.' The cherry blossom-tressed teen muses, looking forward to autumn. In about two months she'd officially be fifteen years old; nearly a full year has passed since all that's happened. Between sickness hitting her twice and her sister's death, she'd never really followed the date. It was now that she was finally beginning to slip into a more quaint, less high-alert life without the concerns of judgement that the once-introverted female could finally blossom into something more outgoing.
She isn't climbing steps into the residential district, though. Nor is her mind as much at ease as she'd want it to be. There she stood just before the Mizukage's Office, faux-cyan eyes shifting along as she continues to move at a slow pace along the paved entryway. Akira advances further, but instead of heading directly to the large, blue and brown mansion before her, she diverts her path and directs her bountiful stride toward a board composed of wood. Upon it were numerous papers posted, mostly official documents that were missions. Information on various tasks the village's shinobi could take on.
She was here to confirm rumors. Her curious gaze shifts along, peering among the plethora of unclaimed missions. It had been a few days now since Kotsubo had been named Mizukage and Konami, as well as Toonami had just up and disappeared. But the other rumor she'd heard of... at least regarding her, had started spreading long before that. Since she typically kept to herself, up until now she didn't know until she overheard it personally. And now she was seeing it for her own eyes. To say in the least? It made her blood boil with vehemence.
It was amazing---laughably unbelievable infact. Her fingers tighten their grasp upon the grocery bag and her arms tense around it, squeezing it closer to her in a vice grip of adrenaline and malice. If she was piecing it right someone had conveniently done this and then labelled her for it, or they conveniently tucked tail and dipped from the village just a few weeks after this had occurred. Either way, the fact of the matter was that someone had done her job for her and then had the audacity to put the blame on her. She'd of appreciated doing it herself more than just being labelled for the blame. She knew nothing about poison. "........ Splendid." The female hisses, biting back her rage. She clenches her hands into fists against the paper bag, tensing the entirety of her body in outright indignance.
'So this is a game now. Me and my sister's suffering. You're no better than that insufferable filth. The corrosive garbage in that clan, ostracizing their own blood on the basis of traits that can't be controlled. The same garbage that let my sister die next to me.' She muses, prying her gaze away from the mission board. With her aversion, the female slowly begins to trail away from the setting, steadily moving down the staircase and guiding herself away from the outside of the mansion. 'You know what? It's okay--it's definitely okay. You can just die like the rest of the trash. Burn in hell with the very people you mirror.' The female comes to a swift conclusion, ambling away from the area. She slowly worked at soothing her rage by disparaging the mysterious cause of this, making a swift departure from the setting.
(exit)
'Summer's finally going to be over soon.. hard to believe it's been months since I left.' The cherry blossom-tressed teen muses, looking forward to autumn. In about two months she'd officially be fifteen years old; nearly a full year has passed since all that's happened. Between sickness hitting her twice and her sister's death, she'd never really followed the date. It was now that she was finally beginning to slip into a more quaint, less high-alert life without the concerns of judgement that the once-introverted female could finally blossom into something more outgoing.
She isn't climbing steps into the residential district, though. Nor is her mind as much at ease as she'd want it to be. There she stood just before the Mizukage's Office, faux-cyan eyes shifting along as she continues to move at a slow pace along the paved entryway. Akira advances further, but instead of heading directly to the large, blue and brown mansion before her, she diverts her path and directs her bountiful stride toward a board composed of wood. Upon it were numerous papers posted, mostly official documents that were missions. Information on various tasks the village's shinobi could take on.
She was here to confirm rumors. Her curious gaze shifts along, peering among the plethora of unclaimed missions. It had been a few days now since Kotsubo had been named Mizukage and Konami, as well as Toonami had just up and disappeared. But the other rumor she'd heard of... at least regarding her, had started spreading long before that. Since she typically kept to herself, up until now she didn't know until she overheard it personally. And now she was seeing it for her own eyes. To say in the least? It made her blood boil with vehemence.
- Mission Noticed:
- Mission Name: Waterland Security
Mission Type: Capture
Mission Rank: A
Mission Goal: Capture Yanagi Kaguya
Description: Yanagi Kaguya has been indicted for the poisoning and subsequent death of several Kaguya elders. The act of mass murder is believed to be in retaliation for her mistreatment at the hands of the clan's more conservative faction. It is believed she is working with an foreign agent that specializes in chemistry. She must be taken alive so that she can be questioned.
Payment: 100,000 ryo
Requirements: N/A
It was amazing---laughably unbelievable infact. Her fingers tighten their grasp upon the grocery bag and her arms tense around it, squeezing it closer to her in a vice grip of adrenaline and malice. If she was piecing it right someone had conveniently done this and then labelled her for it, or they conveniently tucked tail and dipped from the village just a few weeks after this had occurred. Either way, the fact of the matter was that someone had done her job for her and then had the audacity to put the blame on her. She'd of appreciated doing it herself more than just being labelled for the blame. She knew nothing about poison. "........ Splendid." The female hisses, biting back her rage. She clenches her hands into fists against the paper bag, tensing the entirety of her body in outright indignance.
'So this is a game now. Me and my sister's suffering. You're no better than that insufferable filth. The corrosive garbage in that clan, ostracizing their own blood on the basis of traits that can't be controlled. The same garbage that let my sister die next to me.' She muses, prying her gaze away from the mission board. With her aversion, the female slowly begins to trail away from the setting, steadily moving down the staircase and guiding herself away from the outside of the mansion. 'You know what? It's okay--it's definitely okay. You can just die like the rest of the trash. Burn in hell with the very people you mirror.' The female comes to a swift conclusion, ambling away from the area. She slowly worked at soothing her rage by disparaging the mysterious cause of this, making a swift departure from the setting.
(exit)
