1 Éclairs II { Claire | Invite Only | Plot } Thu Sep 08, 2016 9:17 pm
Mikasa Ackerman
D-rank
The skies darkened overhead, the sun setting in the far west. Less villagers milled about than in the peak hours of the day, most having retreated to the quiet sanctity of their homes for the final meal of the day. Passers-by on the streets consisted of employees off work, children skipping hand-in-hand with their parents, the occasional stray cat sprinting between alleys. One such stray, though not a cat, walked aimlessly in the dulling lights, the setting sun’s orange glow bathing her in a sheen of harmless flame.
Mikasa walked with little direction, seeking only shelter for the night. Her previous accommodation had unsuspectingly been the collateral target of a C-rank mission. Two Genin’s destructive techniques in the quiet of the night shook the eastern section of the village, needlessly endangering the population as they did regularly. The partially demolished structure forced her to seek equally affordable housing, though most hotels were either too stingy with their price tags, or packed to the brim with nature’s refugees of the same explosions that had left her homeless.
Her westward path eventually led her to a well-constructed building sandwiched between two blocks of shops. Nestled amongst flecks of armories and inferior jutsu libraries, the establishment clearly catered to ninja. Mikasa wasn’t definitively one, but she had the expertise to go toe to toe with several on her journeys; surely a technical exception could be made. Her raven hair clinging restlessly to her face, Mikasa walked in, checking in with the cashier before being directed to the armory to the side, to wait her turn due to the already filled lobby of this out-of-the-way hotel.
Fortunately, or not so, the blacksmith was missing upon her entry. Rows upon rows of weapons hung on the walls, precariously dangled for dramatic effect. Mikasa saw one of countless ways to ruin his advertisements with but a flick of her wrist. It was an unnecessary habit, but one born out of suspicion for her surroundings and frustration at her findings. Respecting the other people in the area, Mikasa would move to inspect one of the weapons at the window, waiting for the hotel to inform her of whether she would have a bed for the night, or if she would need to take to the streets.
391 words | 391 total
Mikasa walked with little direction, seeking only shelter for the night. Her previous accommodation had unsuspectingly been the collateral target of a C-rank mission. Two Genin’s destructive techniques in the quiet of the night shook the eastern section of the village, needlessly endangering the population as they did regularly. The partially demolished structure forced her to seek equally affordable housing, though most hotels were either too stingy with their price tags, or packed to the brim with nature’s refugees of the same explosions that had left her homeless.
Her westward path eventually led her to a well-constructed building sandwiched between two blocks of shops. Nestled amongst flecks of armories and inferior jutsu libraries, the establishment clearly catered to ninja. Mikasa wasn’t definitively one, but she had the expertise to go toe to toe with several on her journeys; surely a technical exception could be made. Her raven hair clinging restlessly to her face, Mikasa walked in, checking in with the cashier before being directed to the armory to the side, to wait her turn due to the already filled lobby of this out-of-the-way hotel.
Fortunately, or not so, the blacksmith was missing upon her entry. Rows upon rows of weapons hung on the walls, precariously dangled for dramatic effect. Mikasa saw one of countless ways to ruin his advertisements with but a flick of her wrist. It was an unnecessary habit, but one born out of suspicion for her surroundings and frustration at her findings. Respecting the other people in the area, Mikasa would move to inspect one of the weapons at the window, waiting for the hotel to inform her of whether she would have a bed for the night, or if she would need to take to the streets.
391 words | 391 total