1 Medicine M-Woman? Well, Fix Me![Midori/Transplant/NK(Pls)] Sat Apr 29, 2017 2:21 pm
Kizashi
D-rank
Syekren silently moved about his room within the ANBU quarters. He was called in to see the Kazekage for the first time since her inauguration and he was a bit out of sorts. He didn't know exactly what to expect but knew that he'd probably have a lot to answer for. That or she simply wanted to meet the man behind the mask and the name, to understand him better and give him orders in person. Either way, Syekren had heard tell she was a medical ninja of some skill and if these rumors were true, he might finally be able to fix the handicap he was stuck with. But how could he know for certain? The fact was, he couldn't. Unless he asked her before hand but that would require coming all the way back here for what he needed, what he'd been keeping preserved in special medicinal goo for all these years: the eyes. Syekren moved over to his dresser, digging in the top drawer underneath articles of unmentionables to find his prize: the jar with two one tomoe tsukiyomi path sharingan. He would transplant one of these into his skull and hopefully strengthen the power within it.
He felt giddy at the possibilities. He would be able to learn Genjutsu rather easily after getting this eye transplanted. Or perhaps, nothing would change at all? The ANBU couldn't bother with what ifs and simply decided to get dressed. Syekren looked over at his ANBU mask and thought for a moment about wearing it out to meet the kage, but since he was already under the administration building and the Kazekage likely knew who he was, he figured it wasn't necessary. He would wear his sleeveless netted shinobi shirt though, just so she'd be able to see the ANBU tattoo, the mark that signified he was a member of the black ops unit, in case she didn't actually know. With that, he dressed in his norm attire of black tabi, sandals and tights, pulling on his sleeveless netted shirt and shinobi vest, looking at his headband that was on his bed. His mind traced back to when he had to get a new headband after losing his old one to some powerful flames and he shuddered.
With a silent resolve, the ninja picked up his hitai-ate and tied it around his forehead, then pulled the left end down over his left eye socket which was empty at this point. Syekren then grabbed the jar containing the eyes and pocketed them, looking around the room as he walked, for anything else that might be important. He grabbed some ryo just in case it was needed and then moved out of the dank room into the dimly lit hallway he was accustomed to. This time he would be taking another way, as he wasn't leaving the building but entering it. He took a left when he usually took a right and found himself down a long tunnel, lit only every few feet by soft lighting, until he came to a fork in the road. The left was a trap, as he well knew and so he took the right to end up at a dead end with a hatch just above his head. With a quickness he pushed up the hatch and jumped up through the open slot now, to land quietly in a dark room. After replacing the hatch, Syekren moved to a door and cracked it to take a peak out. Syekren saw no one and nothing and so he moved out of the room and closed the door behind him, the door disappearing almost completely as it blending into the wall. He was now outside on the Kazekage's balcony, overlooking the village at the most beautiful time: night.
Syekren sighed softly in bliss before he remembered just what he was doing here: seeing the kazekage. She must be in her office at this point, finishing up the mountains of paperwork she was no doubt left by her predecessors. Truth be told, Syekren hoped this went well as he had a history of good relationships with those in power in the village. He wanted that to continue on. He began to move towards the office when he stopped to consider whether he should enter in the front. But that made no sense, after thinking on it. ANBU were known to just randomly show up and it would not do him any good to break that tradition. So, with as much care and silence as he could muster the ninja moved through the balcony's expanse and into the open balcony doors leading into the Kazekage's office. He leaned against the wall behind the desk, and coughed lightly, his hands in his pockets, his dark blue hue moving around the room.
"Sure has been a while since I've been here. Interesting how it's changed."
WC: 828
He felt giddy at the possibilities. He would be able to learn Genjutsu rather easily after getting this eye transplanted. Or perhaps, nothing would change at all? The ANBU couldn't bother with what ifs and simply decided to get dressed. Syekren looked over at his ANBU mask and thought for a moment about wearing it out to meet the kage, but since he was already under the administration building and the Kazekage likely knew who he was, he figured it wasn't necessary. He would wear his sleeveless netted shinobi shirt though, just so she'd be able to see the ANBU tattoo, the mark that signified he was a member of the black ops unit, in case she didn't actually know. With that, he dressed in his norm attire of black tabi, sandals and tights, pulling on his sleeveless netted shirt and shinobi vest, looking at his headband that was on his bed. His mind traced back to when he had to get a new headband after losing his old one to some powerful flames and he shuddered.
With a silent resolve, the ninja picked up his hitai-ate and tied it around his forehead, then pulled the left end down over his left eye socket which was empty at this point. Syekren then grabbed the jar containing the eyes and pocketed them, looking around the room as he walked, for anything else that might be important. He grabbed some ryo just in case it was needed and then moved out of the dank room into the dimly lit hallway he was accustomed to. This time he would be taking another way, as he wasn't leaving the building but entering it. He took a left when he usually took a right and found himself down a long tunnel, lit only every few feet by soft lighting, until he came to a fork in the road. The left was a trap, as he well knew and so he took the right to end up at a dead end with a hatch just above his head. With a quickness he pushed up the hatch and jumped up through the open slot now, to land quietly in a dark room. After replacing the hatch, Syekren moved to a door and cracked it to take a peak out. Syekren saw no one and nothing and so he moved out of the room and closed the door behind him, the door disappearing almost completely as it blending into the wall. He was now outside on the Kazekage's balcony, overlooking the village at the most beautiful time: night.
Syekren sighed softly in bliss before he remembered just what he was doing here: seeing the kazekage. She must be in her office at this point, finishing up the mountains of paperwork she was no doubt left by her predecessors. Truth be told, Syekren hoped this went well as he had a history of good relationships with those in power in the village. He wanted that to continue on. He began to move towards the office when he stopped to consider whether he should enter in the front. But that made no sense, after thinking on it. ANBU were known to just randomly show up and it would not do him any good to break that tradition. So, with as much care and silence as he could muster the ninja moved through the balcony's expanse and into the open balcony doors leading into the Kazekage's office. He leaned against the wall behind the desk, and coughed lightly, his hands in his pockets, his dark blue hue moving around the room.
"Sure has been a while since I've been here. Interesting how it's changed."
WC: 828