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Post by nikooru on Oct 3, 2007 20:45:48 GMT -5
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FOR MISTA ONLY, DO NOT JOIN WITHOUT AN 'OKAY' FIRST!
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Light feet touched the sandy roads, bringing the traveling ninja across the land. He flicked back a few hairs from his face and gazed around the city, amazed by the beauty but not showing it upon his emotionless face. A few children scampered by and shouts of overprotective parents echoed through the almost empty streets. The night air lifted loose particles of sand, allowing them to dance upon the wind and occasionally blow in the faces of the residents.
Makoto lifted a strong hand to block the sudden wave of itchy wind but didn't slow his pace. As the boy wandered around the city he rarely connected eyes with anyone there. Although the ninja was visiting just for a mission he felt awkward and rather uncomfortable inside the new territory. His steps were strong and his attitude calm, but Makoto felt intimidated with the uniquely built statures and powerful feel.
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Post by atasuke on Oct 3, 2007 20:51:29 GMT -5
Mista just came back from 'Classic Konoha" as she called it. She had just been issued as part of Gurisetzu's followers, although she got off on the wrong foot with her teammates. She shook the thought off and looked at all of the people in Suna when she came across the village gate. In her disguise, she passed through and if anyone asked her name, it was 'Hijima' her usual disguise name. Sand in her face and some in her hair, she took out a cloth, wiped her face and shook her hair, making some sand fall out. Mista took out a brush and brushed the remaining sand off. Then she made her way towards some streets.
Mista then came across a guy, not knowing whether or not he was older then her, but they were this close from each other and he appeared to be ignoring all life. She walked passed him, but she felt an odd feeling when she did. Of course, she herself also had a weird chakra because of her three different moods and he probably felt it too. She stopped and looked at him, trying to make eye contact.
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Post by nikooru on Oct 3, 2007 20:57:55 GMT -5
Suddenly feeling an unfamiliar impulse inside of him, Makoto serenley switched his gaze to the owner of this strange auroa. His dark eyes narrowed and shined brightly at the girl, who appeared normal to him, but didn't feel that way. His spine shuddered but his movements were covered by the dark and his thick clothing, despite the warm weather. Refusing to blink, the boy quickly locked his eyes to hers, slowing his pace only enough to allow her to talk to him.
Normally disobeying the outgoing rule of most ninja these days, Makoto breathed in rather deeply, his chest heaving and eyes closing for a second. Fingers crawled down into his pockets, hands and gloves now hidden from site. Although Makoto's main weapon, his hands, seemed useless, he was still on guard despite the calm situation. Stopping just a few feet after she passed him, Makoto stopped in his tracks, eyes still closed. Hoping she copied his movements to possibly talk, the boy parted his lips.
"Oi,"
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Post by atasuke on Oct 3, 2007 21:17:45 GMT -5
Mista noticed that the boy had noticed her strange chakra sensation. Her dark eyes looked at him and examined him: Dark clothes, dark eyes, dark hair, in Suna. This boy, she thought, was no ordinary ninja taking a stroll in the park of Suna. No, this was not Konoha and she stopped because she knew this boy was somehow different and not...trivial in existence. Unimportance in the world was everywhere, especially in common wannabe outcast ninjas who killed their families. This boy did not look like a wannabe; he was an outcast. Just like herself. When he came closer to where she was, she met his gaze, and she noticed that her reading of him was almost accurate.
Mista's katana was out and ready for a fight if he dared threaten her. Her dark mood was ready if he made any insults at her. She felt herself well-prepared for this boy's attack or threaten. What she knew in ninja like herself, they were unpredictable. Having no idea what they'll do or say to her was interesting. She herself closed her eyes, taking this all in and remembering her first impression of him. Then, she noticed that he had greeted her if that was his purpose. Mista nodded, acknowledging that she had heard him. But she did not say anything for she felt that there was no need. But her gaze did not soften, nor did her normal glare, as she kept observing him.
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