1 Éclairs { Claire | Private } Sun Aug 28, 2016 6:10 am
Mikasa Ackerman
D-rank
The Land of Fire, a peculiar name given to a piece of land lush with greenery. The Sun radiated onto this central geography of the Elemental Continents, providing the region luxuriant in nutrients with the appropriate sunlight for phototropism. Settled in the middle of this rich area was a village deserving of its name, the Village Hidden in the Leaves, nestled comfortably among five-dozen-meters-tall floral titans that stood as its natural guardians, welcoming prosperity and sheltering the settlement from opportune-takers.
While a village primarily purposed for assassins, it didn’t lack the finer luxuries of hot springs which attracted no small number of customers, one of whom happened to be a fair-skinned woman, whose short black hair fell around her face, ending at her neck. Her leather jacket clung intimately against her frame. Her lips dipped beneath the red scarf pulled around her neck, eyes surveying the empty but vast fount with volcanic water soothing to the skin. The lack of clients despite the renown of this establishment was the owner’s reward for Mikasa’s recent assistance in a theft of their accounts. While not one to indulge, she welcomed the gesture following the owner’s insistence, seeing no issue with an hour or two of respite from her years-long search of her brother.
Mikasa moved to one side, removing her jacket first and foremost and hanging it up carelessly on the clothesline. Her deft hands went next to Éclair, but as fingers closed around the sheathe and handle, her eyes glanced up once more to survey her privacy and security, an unnecessary but drilled preparation for disarming herself.
The spring was vast, a rectangle with shoddy edges and curved vertices, with hard rock meeting water and serving as the natural foothold she stood upon. Thirty meters wide, fifty long, it was the largest single spring the business had, fixed with some man-made alterations to model a spring that was completely within their legally owned land. A breath left the Ackerman's lips. No one in the area with a lovely hour ahead of herself.
It had been far too long since she'd been pampered.
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While a village primarily purposed for assassins, it didn’t lack the finer luxuries of hot springs which attracted no small number of customers, one of whom happened to be a fair-skinned woman, whose short black hair fell around her face, ending at her neck. Her leather jacket clung intimately against her frame. Her lips dipped beneath the red scarf pulled around her neck, eyes surveying the empty but vast fount with volcanic water soothing to the skin. The lack of clients despite the renown of this establishment was the owner’s reward for Mikasa’s recent assistance in a theft of their accounts. While not one to indulge, she welcomed the gesture following the owner’s insistence, seeing no issue with an hour or two of respite from her years-long search of her brother.
Mikasa moved to one side, removing her jacket first and foremost and hanging it up carelessly on the clothesline. Her deft hands went next to Éclair, but as fingers closed around the sheathe and handle, her eyes glanced up once more to survey her privacy and security, an unnecessary but drilled preparation for disarming herself.
The spring was vast, a rectangle with shoddy edges and curved vertices, with hard rock meeting water and serving as the natural foothold she stood upon. Thirty meters wide, fifty long, it was the largest single spring the business had, fixed with some man-made alterations to model a spring that was completely within their legally owned land. A breath left the Ackerman's lips. No one in the area with a lovely hour ahead of herself.
It had been far too long since she'd been pampered.
364 words | 364 total