1 Anon, Anon [Anon|Invite|NK] Sun Jun 04, 2017 9:23 am
Sayuri
D-rank
Sayuri found herself outside the Shushaya Pub at just about the time her stomach had truly started to protest being without food. Though more than likely it was the delicious smells wafting out into the street that were truly causing the grumbling and not the reverse effect of her being drawn here. She couldn’t tell exactly what foods it was she could practically taste, but they were delicious. And they were just inside that building. Regardless as happenstances go, it was fortuitous and she looked up at the large doors and walked cautiously up to them, nervous now that she had made the decision to actually enter the building. She’d been staying in, well rather near Konoha now for close to a year and rather surprisingly it occurred to her now she had never even noticed this place. No one had mentioned it to her either, not Mitsuo, or Tsuyo. . . not anyone. Strange thing it was. She knew that they were hiding and all, but strictly speaking she wasn’t hiding so why not mention that there was an actual building to get a hot meal at, rather than the. . . She would pause and shudder as the image of the ramen stand went through her mind unbidden. It had been some time since the attack and still she could see it as clearly as the day it happened.
Feeling suddenly weak she moved to the side of the doors and leaned heavily against the wall, pulling her long white hair up and piling it on top of her head so that it was off her neck. She felt hot, and very over dressed, she wasn’t of course, she was wearing her usual tall white leather boots with matching white blouse and a short black skirt. It wasn’t much in the way of heat retention with the exception of her royal blue coat which she thought must be part of the problem, as it was fitted to her and didn’t breathe much. She undid the first few buttons of her blouse which did help a small fraction, but ultimately was not the relief from the horrible heat that she was hoping for. So she let go of her hair and pulled it off hastily, being careful not to catch any of the rows of brass buttons in the lace of her blouse as she did so. With the coat off and carefully folded over her left arm where she hung her tanto in a leather belt she instantly felt better, the cool evening breeze finally able to reach her skin and not just the fabric that hugged it. She looked down at her her tanto and was alarmed as for a brief second she was brought back again to the fight at the ramen stand, because there on her tanto was blood. Except it wasn’t. It was the upturned cuffs of her coat sleeves, a beautiful blood red fabric. With a shuddering sigh she tried to calm herself and move towards the door again. Come on silly duck. They won’t bring the food out here, I don’t think. And even if they did, what would that prove? That the bandit’s won after all? Come on feet, move.
With a quick and semi-cheerful inner pep talk Sayuri moved towards the door again and this time pushed it open, stepping inside and giving a small gasp of delight. The inside was like a sparkling fairy land. Tiny lights were everywhere, on the tables, the walls, the bar; and most impressively there were tiny strings of light along the ceiling. She stood transfixed for many minutes by the lights until she heard someone off to the left of her clear their throat. “Oh! Oh, of course, uh. I’m sorry.” Most likely they weren’t trying to get her attention, but she had long ago learned to be inconspicuous, a lesson apparently she had been forgetting here in the city proper. Maybe it was time to go back to the woods for a time, staying here was making her too used to just standing wherever she pleased. And that was dangerous, because there was no telling who was standing next to you or who wished you harm. She would move awkwardly off to one of the smaller tables towards the side of the room and sit down until she could get her bearings and figure out what she was supposed to do in this magical place.
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Feeling suddenly weak she moved to the side of the doors and leaned heavily against the wall, pulling her long white hair up and piling it on top of her head so that it was off her neck. She felt hot, and very over dressed, she wasn’t of course, she was wearing her usual tall white leather boots with matching white blouse and a short black skirt. It wasn’t much in the way of heat retention with the exception of her royal blue coat which she thought must be part of the problem, as it was fitted to her and didn’t breathe much. She undid the first few buttons of her blouse which did help a small fraction, but ultimately was not the relief from the horrible heat that she was hoping for. So she let go of her hair and pulled it off hastily, being careful not to catch any of the rows of brass buttons in the lace of her blouse as she did so. With the coat off and carefully folded over her left arm where she hung her tanto in a leather belt she instantly felt better, the cool evening breeze finally able to reach her skin and not just the fabric that hugged it. She looked down at her her tanto and was alarmed as for a brief second she was brought back again to the fight at the ramen stand, because there on her tanto was blood. Except it wasn’t. It was the upturned cuffs of her coat sleeves, a beautiful blood red fabric. With a shuddering sigh she tried to calm herself and move towards the door again. Come on silly duck. They won’t bring the food out here, I don’t think. And even if they did, what would that prove? That the bandit’s won after all? Come on feet, move.
With a quick and semi-cheerful inner pep talk Sayuri moved towards the door again and this time pushed it open, stepping inside and giving a small gasp of delight. The inside was like a sparkling fairy land. Tiny lights were everywhere, on the tables, the walls, the bar; and most impressively there were tiny strings of light along the ceiling. She stood transfixed for many minutes by the lights until she heard someone off to the left of her clear their throat. “Oh! Oh, of course, uh. I’m sorry.” Most likely they weren’t trying to get her attention, but she had long ago learned to be inconspicuous, a lesson apparently she had been forgetting here in the city proper. Maybe it was time to go back to the woods for a time, staying here was making her too used to just standing wherever she pleased. And that was dangerous, because there was no telling who was standing next to you or who wished you harm. She would move awkwardly off to one of the smaller tables towards the side of the room and sit down until she could get her bearings and figure out what she was supposed to do in this magical place.
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