Moussa twiddled his special Kunai in his fingers. He had rather grown on Suna recently. He had come here following his recent assault on the Tsuchikage, looking for more trouble. It turns out Suna was a much nicer place that Iwa. It might not be worth attacking. Moussa was just strolling around, enjoying the scenery. It wa time he met someone who was actually from Suna, and a worthy opponent. The place was chock full of genin, one Jounin and apparently there was somebody who had killed an escaping nukenin. It was pretty impressive to Moussa, nobody had been able to stop him while he was in Iwa, assaulting the Tsuchikage, along with the Devil of Iwa, Mujin Inzuka. Maybe he should meet this Nukenin killer it could be worth something. Moussa continued with his stroll, fiddling with his special 7 inch bladed Kunai; hoping he wouldnt have to use it to kill anybody...anybody important that is. He had sent out a message to this hunter of missing nin to meet him out in the Sand's Domain, he had better come through, or Moussa would be extremely angry, well not that angry...

Moussa took a step into the sand's domain, it brought him back such sweet memories. This was the place where he had come to after he had attempted on the Tsuchikage's life. The Kazekage had come out with that brat of a puppeteer, and eventually after some disagreements, let Moussa inside. This had been the place where Moussa was contemplating on ways to burn down Suna, while the Kazekage was gone. And then, while she was gone, Moussa realized that he didnt even care about burning down this shithole anymore. Once he burned it down, where would he go? What would he do? Flee to Konoha most likely, and be hunted down by the same type of people that he was seeking to meet at that very moment. No, Moussa wasnt looking for trouble. What he was really looking for was a place he liked, a place he could call home. Suna was that place. Of course, the people might not take kindly to strangers, that could be a hassle, but that's he was going to go out and do the meet and greet, get to know a few people. Plus, he really needed to up his Genjutsu, it was getting kind of weak, and it was similar to that of a genin. Hopefully, this person he was meeting could help...

Moussa watched in silence as the figure walked through the sand. He smiled to himself smugly. So he actually showed, eh? Interesting. Not many people dared to show their faces in the sand's domain. The harsh weather and the deadly visibility tends to drive people away. Having the gonads to meet someone who had attempted on the Tsuchikage's life, and lived. Well that was something else. Moussa watched, all he could see was the faint outline of the figure making his way through the sand. Moussa put away his kunai, he didnt want to seem too aggressive, not did he want to scare away a potential ally.

"I'm not a fan of ominous summons wedged through my door."
Moussa smiled to himself, this person truly lacked fear. Of course, it had been pretty rude of Moussa to get a hold of the man the way he had. He didnt really have any other way. If he had gone to speak to him, the meeting would be pointless, seeing as they would have already met.
" Sorry about that, Im not amazing a social skills. Anyway, I assume you know why I asked you to meet here, if you read the note...
Moussa stepped out of the shadows, revealing himself all but 2 feet away from the visitor. So close in fact, he could probably smell his breath.

Moussa began breathing heavily, pressing his breath into the man's face. He finally stepped even closer, now. Mouse and the man were practically nose to nose. The man had a weird looking eye. It didnt look real, it looked almost, glass. His armor was red, similar to that of the famous legends of the first ninja. It was rather traditional to be honest...

Moussa smiled at the man as he was so close, of course he wasnt close to get easy access to an attack. Nor was he there to intimidate the man. He was there simply so he would smell his breath. Hopefully it had worked, the man had smelled it. If so, he was already in Mossa's genjutsu, it was just a matter of time before he triggered it. "I suppose I am making you feel uncomfortable, eh? My bad then, Allow me to move back" Moussa took a couple of step back, giving the man some personal space.He watched the man's hand move, of course he wasnt quite sure where, the sand was obscuring his vision, but he presumed it was to reach for a weapon. Heh, so he was going to give Moussa a reason to activate the genjutsu eh? Well if things came to things, Moussa had a backup.

That was quite disgusting. Sand had been building up on his wierd looking eye, and he simply dusted it off. Strange, the eye just looked...surreal.
"I am perfectly aware of the fact that it could have been perceived as a death threat, but I assure, if this nukenin had contacts; I am not one of them. Besides, if I brought you here to kill you, you would be dead by now, trust me "
Moussa took out his 7 inch kunai, twirling it on his index finger, now feeling safe in his own environment.
"Aside from the unpleasantries, do you want to know why I brought you here?"

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Moussa laughed as the stranger spoke, up front and to the point. However he was rather rude, that wouldn't do. He watched as he stepped back for no apparent reason. Well that was strange, perhaps he was planning an attack? No, that would be foolish. Anyway, Moussa wasnt about to take any risks. He himself stepped back also, creating an illusion clone. If this person tried to attack him, the clone would act as a decoy for Moussa to counter. He put the clone in front of him, while he hid behind the smokescreen of the sand. He drew his Kunai, ready to attack at the slightest moments notice.

"Now then, why I brought you here. I thought you could make an interesting ally, I have never met a killer of Nuke Ninja"

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