1 The Procrastination of International Politics [Jet/No-Kill] Mon Aug 15, 2016 9:14 pm
Karumo
D-rank
The sun had long been set, the lights of the village were going out exclude some bars and other establishments of the night. It was quickly approaching midnight, the moon shown through a few clouds and a cool breeze shook the few trees and grass just outside the village gate. There was a single light over the bench Karumo sat at, flickering every now and then with the yellow bulb, it lit the small area around him nicely. He sat in his ANBU armor, the black shirt and black pants underneath blended in slightly with the night. Black sandals and his mask sitting in his lap, he sat there comfortably with the smell of a bit of sweat on him still, having gone straight to sit down on the bench after his latest mission.
A short stint to protect the wall, but ending in him putting down an old jounin of the village. It wasn't that the killing had traumatized him, but the words he spoke had his mind running. He felt the need to escape for a moment and reflect on it all, puffing away at a cigar he brought along. Actually, it was his second one now. His location was quite and relaxed, the gate guards had left him alone and were patrolling around the area for the short instant he sat there. It was the least he could do since he wasn't handling his paperwork or roster manipulations like he was expected. Not that he was behind on anything, but whenever he wasn't busy he always felt that fly buzzing behind his ear about what he should be doing.
He sat up waiting though, soon Jet would be returning to the village according to his sources, from all the mess in Kirigakure no Sato. He wanted to get updated on it all, what was happening, what had happened, and where things stood at the moment. Hopefully she ended up finding her way to the village's front gate, which with Jet was always up in the air. Her M.O. was perfect for the ANBU and he figured that there was a real chance that she took some back route or channel or tunnel to get back into the village. Something he wasn't aware of as funny as the thought was.
Karumo sat there though, puffing away at his cigar as the smoke rose up into the air and filled itself under the yellow light of the lamp. Letting his mind wander as he apathetically slumped under the light on that bench, his right arm wrapped around the back of the empty space of the bench. Waiting for Jet's arrival if it should ever come, he'd give it a little more time before he gives up and packs it up for home.
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A short stint to protect the wall, but ending in him putting down an old jounin of the village. It wasn't that the killing had traumatized him, but the words he spoke had his mind running. He felt the need to escape for a moment and reflect on it all, puffing away at a cigar he brought along. Actually, it was his second one now. His location was quite and relaxed, the gate guards had left him alone and were patrolling around the area for the short instant he sat there. It was the least he could do since he wasn't handling his paperwork or roster manipulations like he was expected. Not that he was behind on anything, but whenever he wasn't busy he always felt that fly buzzing behind his ear about what he should be doing.
He sat up waiting though, soon Jet would be returning to the village according to his sources, from all the mess in Kirigakure no Sato. He wanted to get updated on it all, what was happening, what had happened, and where things stood at the moment. Hopefully she ended up finding her way to the village's front gate, which with Jet was always up in the air. Her M.O. was perfect for the ANBU and he figured that there was a real chance that she took some back route or channel or tunnel to get back into the village. Something he wasn't aware of as funny as the thought was.
Karumo sat there though, puffing away at his cigar as the smoke rose up into the air and filled itself under the yellow light of the lamp. Letting his mind wander as he apathetically slumped under the light on that bench, his right arm wrapped around the back of the empty space of the bench. Waiting for Jet's arrival if it should ever come, he'd give it a little more time before he gives up and packs it up for home.
[471 words]