1 Sweet... Sweet Curiosity [Private][NoKill] Sat Jul 19, 2014 11:51 pm
Kasumi Osada
D-rank
Ooc I hope the post was okay~
After about an hour or so of moving around, Kasumi finally made it to her destination, or at least, the beginning of it.
After gaining some interesting information regarding her clan, specifically another member of her clan, Kasumi's interest in this particular thing caused her to begin asking around her village, her eyes brimming with curiosity and her body moving quick with anticipation. The more of the minor shreds of information she gained, the more interested she would be, as so far she learned that a fellow Osada Clan member, a cousin in particular that she never knew about lived within an old, broken down and abandoned mansion. This wasn't what excited her though, what excited her about this very setting belonged to two reasons; one being that it belonged to the deceased Mizukage, which it alone would excite her enough to go check it out, and the other being that it was apparently haunted. Though she was never one to truly believe in the existence of supernatural undead beings such as ghosts roaming around, the thrill seeker within her still wished to see for itself what exactly made these people believe so.
Now, after spending a while searching, she had finally arrived, finally reached the bridge that led to the single, minuscule island which the mansion is located on. The mist itself seemed to get colder as the Genin stepped foot onto the bridge, the old stone beneath her still appearing to be stable though some parts were missing and a section of the middle of the bridge was nonexistent. It felt... Weird though it also merely egged Kasumi on, as if the gradually cooling air, the low visibility area, and this bridge she was crossing were all things that seduced her and made her wish to venture further and further in, a fly caught within the web of a spider, so to say, and no regrets were felt as Kasumi, after reaching the middle of the bridge where a section of it was completely gone, revealing the rough, cool waters below, jumped across, landing on the other side.
Perhaps some regrets should have been felt, though, as when she landed just a foot away from the ledge, the stones under her began to give way, causing her balance to be lost. An expression of surprise would suddenly appear on Kasumi's face as she would be forced to lean backwards before falling off of the bride alongside the stones, though luckily enough, her right hand was thankfully outstretched into the air, which turned out to be the only thing that stood between her and falling into the waters below as she was now hanging off the ledge, her right arm muscles tensing up as she didn't wish to let go. 'That was a close call..' She would say to herself as she looked down to the misty waters below, glad that she wouldn't be faint into them today. She didn't mind a dip, of course, though she did mind being wet when she reached the mansion. She would reach upwards with her left hand, grasping the ledge where she would then begin to pull herself up. Inch by inch she would go until she was able to swing her left leg over the ledge and onto the stone bridge, her right leg following along as she would preform a small roll before getting up on her feet.
Now continuing on with her small quest, Kasumi would continue walking across the bridge, noticing the mist beginning to grow thicker as she neared the island. It was exciting, to be nearing the mansion, to be nearing what she convinced herself wouldn't be a waste of time. This apparently haunted and apparently abandoned mansion would be abandoned no more, at least not until she gets as much as she can out of exploring it. By now, she could see small and dark specks of the large home peering through the already very thick mist, exciting her even more than before, causing her to nearly grin and reveal her shark-like teeth. The raven-haired Genin seemed to be in a daze as she calmly kept moving on, nearing the building at a steady pace, one which showed she was in no hurry, though also that she wasn't trying to take her time. This pace she uses has always been her usual one, a perfect speed for her really, and one she will most likely never change unless she really needed to.
It wouldn't be too long before she stood within what would appear to be an unattended hedge garden. What was once beautifully cut hedges shaped into different designs now appeared to be rooted monstrosities and what was once a functioning fountain was now a dried stone platform covered in weeds and thorns. The very paths through this place were covered with plant life, as if Mother Nature wished to reclaim her throne, and the walls of the mansion itself, this large humdinger towering over the garden, were riddled with creeping vines and destroyed statues. Though she wasn't scared by these damaged and partially plant-covered decorations there was something about them which proved to be slightly intimidating, something about the way they were positioned, as it they were almost trying to yell out to the wanderers below.
The mist helped very little in this situation either. In fact, it gave off an eerie atmosphere that Kasumi couldn't describe, though it definitely made her feel as if she wasn't alone, and that whatever is there with her was ready to jump out of it's hiding place, ready to grab and attack her. Still though, even after making all of these observations and mental notes, Kasumi still didn't stray away from her primary objective which she was nearing. Her primary objective being to enter this apparently accursed place, this home full of overgrown plants, destroyed sections, and boarded up and broken windows would be her spot to observe and explore, to seek and discover, and nothing would stop her from doing that. Soon enough, she would reach the entryway, though one of the two doors greeting her was laying upon the ground, as if something had knocked it of it's hinges and left it to rot and be stepped on. She figured that, since technically, the doors were already open to her, she had little to no need of knocking, so instead of being polite to whatever imaginary owners were left in this obviously worn out place, she instead stepped in, and thus began what she set out to do.
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After about an hour or so of moving around, Kasumi finally made it to her destination, or at least, the beginning of it.
After gaining some interesting information regarding her clan, specifically another member of her clan, Kasumi's interest in this particular thing caused her to begin asking around her village, her eyes brimming with curiosity and her body moving quick with anticipation. The more of the minor shreds of information she gained, the more interested she would be, as so far she learned that a fellow Osada Clan member, a cousin in particular that she never knew about lived within an old, broken down and abandoned mansion. This wasn't what excited her though, what excited her about this very setting belonged to two reasons; one being that it belonged to the deceased Mizukage, which it alone would excite her enough to go check it out, and the other being that it was apparently haunted. Though she was never one to truly believe in the existence of supernatural undead beings such as ghosts roaming around, the thrill seeker within her still wished to see for itself what exactly made these people believe so.
Now, after spending a while searching, she had finally arrived, finally reached the bridge that led to the single, minuscule island which the mansion is located on. The mist itself seemed to get colder as the Genin stepped foot onto the bridge, the old stone beneath her still appearing to be stable though some parts were missing and a section of the middle of the bridge was nonexistent. It felt... Weird though it also merely egged Kasumi on, as if the gradually cooling air, the low visibility area, and this bridge she was crossing were all things that seduced her and made her wish to venture further and further in, a fly caught within the web of a spider, so to say, and no regrets were felt as Kasumi, after reaching the middle of the bridge where a section of it was completely gone, revealing the rough, cool waters below, jumped across, landing on the other side.
Perhaps some regrets should have been felt, though, as when she landed just a foot away from the ledge, the stones under her began to give way, causing her balance to be lost. An expression of surprise would suddenly appear on Kasumi's face as she would be forced to lean backwards before falling off of the bride alongside the stones, though luckily enough, her right hand was thankfully outstretched into the air, which turned out to be the only thing that stood between her and falling into the waters below as she was now hanging off the ledge, her right arm muscles tensing up as she didn't wish to let go. 'That was a close call..' She would say to herself as she looked down to the misty waters below, glad that she wouldn't be faint into them today. She didn't mind a dip, of course, though she did mind being wet when she reached the mansion. She would reach upwards with her left hand, grasping the ledge where she would then begin to pull herself up. Inch by inch she would go until she was able to swing her left leg over the ledge and onto the stone bridge, her right leg following along as she would preform a small roll before getting up on her feet.
Now continuing on with her small quest, Kasumi would continue walking across the bridge, noticing the mist beginning to grow thicker as she neared the island. It was exciting, to be nearing the mansion, to be nearing what she convinced herself wouldn't be a waste of time. This apparently haunted and apparently abandoned mansion would be abandoned no more, at least not until she gets as much as she can out of exploring it. By now, she could see small and dark specks of the large home peering through the already very thick mist, exciting her even more than before, causing her to nearly grin and reveal her shark-like teeth. The raven-haired Genin seemed to be in a daze as she calmly kept moving on, nearing the building at a steady pace, one which showed she was in no hurry, though also that she wasn't trying to take her time. This pace she uses has always been her usual one, a perfect speed for her really, and one she will most likely never change unless she really needed to.
It wouldn't be too long before she stood within what would appear to be an unattended hedge garden. What was once beautifully cut hedges shaped into different designs now appeared to be rooted monstrosities and what was once a functioning fountain was now a dried stone platform covered in weeds and thorns. The very paths through this place were covered with plant life, as if Mother Nature wished to reclaim her throne, and the walls of the mansion itself, this large humdinger towering over the garden, were riddled with creeping vines and destroyed statues. Though she wasn't scared by these damaged and partially plant-covered decorations there was something about them which proved to be slightly intimidating, something about the way they were positioned, as it they were almost trying to yell out to the wanderers below.
The mist helped very little in this situation either. In fact, it gave off an eerie atmosphere that Kasumi couldn't describe, though it definitely made her feel as if she wasn't alone, and that whatever is there with her was ready to jump out of it's hiding place, ready to grab and attack her. Still though, even after making all of these observations and mental notes, Kasumi still didn't stray away from her primary objective which she was nearing. Her primary objective being to enter this apparently accursed place, this home full of overgrown plants, destroyed sections, and boarded up and broken windows would be her spot to observe and explore, to seek and discover, and nothing would stop her from doing that. Soon enough, she would reach the entryway, though one of the two doors greeting her was laying upon the ground, as if something had knocked it of it's hinges and left it to rot and be stepped on. She figured that, since technically, the doors were already open to her, she had little to no need of knocking, so instead of being polite to whatever imaginary owners were left in this obviously worn out place, she instead stepped in, and thus began what she set out to do.
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