1 Doctor's Orders [Gin | No Kill | Flashback] Wed May 07, 2014 11:45 pm
Daraku
D-rank
Daraku wandered through the cold, paved roads of Kirigakure until he reached a tower that fit the description written on the note. It was the infamous Bloody Academy, a name which held no meaning nor significance to him whatsoever since it seemed to be unimportant to those from other villages. He entered the place with an impatient stride, giving glances left and right as he walked. The essence of the area gave him an ominous feeling but it wasn't something he was unfamiliar with. It hardly even bothered him, but he couldn't help but notice its presence; it felt as if he was being watched. He reached the center of the main floor and looked around, taking note of the various branching corridors and the staircase leading up. Interesting rendezvous point, but surely enough, it was entirely desolate with no one around and thus it would leave whatever was to ensue there away from the eyes of the public. Daraku waited a few moments for the person to come to him, but after the silence persisted, he decided to just beckon them to him. He moved the note in his hand behind him, crumpling it into a tight ball as he shoved it into the back pocket on his pants.
"Come out from wherever you are. I came all the way from Sunagakure and now I'm in an empty tower; I'm trusting you not to do anything stupid. You already know who I am for whatever reason, but if you expect to use my 'expertise', I expect at least a proper introduction in return." with his command put out there and left to wait for a reply, Daraku remained still, his eyes intend on the wall ahead as if someone were to jump out from it at any moment. The tension was thick in the air like the musky breath of a deranged animal, but he wasn't uncomfortable in such an environment. He almost felt at home, since tension and pressure seemed to be commonplace in his everyday life. He moved the hand that had held the note from his pocket to Nisebi, the lowest of the three swords strapped to his back, as he continued. If this was a trap, he was fully prepared to not only counter his assailant but also kill them mercilessly. "Well? I haven't got all day."
"Come out from wherever you are. I came all the way from Sunagakure and now I'm in an empty tower; I'm trusting you not to do anything stupid. You already know who I am for whatever reason, but if you expect to use my 'expertise', I expect at least a proper introduction in return." with his command put out there and left to wait for a reply, Daraku remained still, his eyes intend on the wall ahead as if someone were to jump out from it at any moment. The tension was thick in the air like the musky breath of a deranged animal, but he wasn't uncomfortable in such an environment. He almost felt at home, since tension and pressure seemed to be commonplace in his everyday life. He moved the hand that had held the note from his pocket to Nisebi, the lowest of the three swords strapped to his back, as he continued. If this was a trap, he was fully prepared to not only counter his assailant but also kill them mercilessly. "Well? I haven't got all day."
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