1 Moonwatching (No Kill | Invite) Fri Aug 17, 2018 3:22 am
Kaida
D-rank
It was some time in the early evening. The Sun had just dipped under the horizon, but still lent its ruddy glows to the clouds both near and distant. At the same time, a few of the brightest stars were visible in the nascent night sky. A salty breeze rolled in off the ocean.
Kaida stood out on the docks, the "ground" slowly swaying as the tides ebbed and flowed beneath her. She was gazing at the moon, which was likely among her top three least favorite things to do. Or, if it wasn't before, it was now. The wait would pay off, though. It would have to.
Around her, dock life ground forever onward. The village dock wasn't the busiest place to be, but it wasn't the slowest, either. People were coming and going, loading and unloading crates and barrels from each ship that came to port. Kaida had been watching them all, scanning the passengers as they disembarked from their various vessels.
Just now, however, there was no ship coming in nor leaving. Just a lonely lull in her days-long stakeout. She yawned and considered giving it up. She could always track this nin again later. She had been staked at this spot for three days, now, and the nin was still a no-show. Had she been thrown off the track intentionally? There was no way of knowing. The ship could arrive any time in the next two days. No, she'd already stood here for three days. Two more would be nothing to her.
* * *
Time stretched on. As another ship departed, Kaida returned to the room she'd been staying at since her arrival here. As long as she kept paying her rent, they didn't really seem to care what kind of business she had on the docks all day, every day.
Or at least, that's what she would have liked to have thought.
Mid-afternoon, the fourth day. The hairs on the back of Kaida's neck stood up as her little scene by the water turned silent. She had suspected this would be coming. Honestly, if it hadn't she'd be a little disappointed in the people around here. A stranger shows up and just stands in place for four straight days? That's got to be alarm bells for someone.
Today, it was ruffians. Men and women, mostly men, in their late teens to early twenties. Nine of them. She took a deep breath and sighed, giving them all a bored, even glare. "A little excessive, don't you think?" she inquired. Honestly, nine was a little much, even if they were just some punks looking for a bad day.
"We just want to make sure we get the message across," someone answered. He was a tall brute of a man, with thickly calloused hands and bound in muscles built up from many long years of hauling crates. From the way his legs moved, Kaida could see that he'd been on his share of ships, as well. "You're not welcome here," he continued, and then paused for a moment, as if judging whether or not he should say it, but he decided quickly. "Freak," he spat, putting a decidedly nasty finish on his introduction.
Kaida shrugged, spreading her hands wide with a smile. She'd been on the other side of this fence, too. "Not a problem. I'll leave; you won't see me again."
"You got that right," the big man said. He snapped his fingers and two lackeys-- they looked like lackeys, she'd say, if you asked her later-- stepped forward. One brandished a metal bar and the other had a length of chain. Kaida swallowed. She slid one foot back, getting ready for their assault.
One of those lackeys-- a blonde woman with the metal bar-- charged first. Kaida's mouth pressed into a line. This whole thing just turned into a wash. Just as the woman swung her bar for Kaida's side, the kunoichi vanished, replacing herself with a nearby barrel in a puff of smoke.
One moment of confusion later, and Kaida was atop the water, invisible chakra streaming from her feet to keep her on its surface. Some of the faces were scared. They had probably realized just who they had picked a fight with, but the green-eyed girl wasn't having any part of it. She knew the odds, and she didn't know all the details. This wasn't a fight she had to face. None of these people had to get hurt, and she didn't have to take the risk.
Instead, she turned left, and beat a hasty retreat across the water's surface, toward the nearby shore. She arrived there long before any of the angry crowd did, and she quickly lost them all in the twisting alleys nearby.
Kaida knew better than to go back to her room. She'd have to lay low for a little bit, return when the area was clear, and re-assess the situation at that time. Until then, she supposed she could watch the moon again. She made her way to the top of a close building and gazed up at its gibbous.
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Kaida stood out on the docks, the "ground" slowly swaying as the tides ebbed and flowed beneath her. She was gazing at the moon, which was likely among her top three least favorite things to do. Or, if it wasn't before, it was now. The wait would pay off, though. It would have to.
Around her, dock life ground forever onward. The village dock wasn't the busiest place to be, but it wasn't the slowest, either. People were coming and going, loading and unloading crates and barrels from each ship that came to port. Kaida had been watching them all, scanning the passengers as they disembarked from their various vessels.
Just now, however, there was no ship coming in nor leaving. Just a lonely lull in her days-long stakeout. She yawned and considered giving it up. She could always track this nin again later. She had been staked at this spot for three days, now, and the nin was still a no-show. Had she been thrown off the track intentionally? There was no way of knowing. The ship could arrive any time in the next two days. No, she'd already stood here for three days. Two more would be nothing to her.
* * *
Time stretched on. As another ship departed, Kaida returned to the room she'd been staying at since her arrival here. As long as she kept paying her rent, they didn't really seem to care what kind of business she had on the docks all day, every day.
Or at least, that's what she would have liked to have thought.
Mid-afternoon, the fourth day. The hairs on the back of Kaida's neck stood up as her little scene by the water turned silent. She had suspected this would be coming. Honestly, if it hadn't she'd be a little disappointed in the people around here. A stranger shows up and just stands in place for four straight days? That's got to be alarm bells for someone.
Today, it was ruffians. Men and women, mostly men, in their late teens to early twenties. Nine of them. She took a deep breath and sighed, giving them all a bored, even glare. "A little excessive, don't you think?" she inquired. Honestly, nine was a little much, even if they were just some punks looking for a bad day.
"We just want to make sure we get the message across," someone answered. He was a tall brute of a man, with thickly calloused hands and bound in muscles built up from many long years of hauling crates. From the way his legs moved, Kaida could see that he'd been on his share of ships, as well. "You're not welcome here," he continued, and then paused for a moment, as if judging whether or not he should say it, but he decided quickly. "Freak," he spat, putting a decidedly nasty finish on his introduction.
Kaida shrugged, spreading her hands wide with a smile. She'd been on the other side of this fence, too. "Not a problem. I'll leave; you won't see me again."
"You got that right," the big man said. He snapped his fingers and two lackeys-- they looked like lackeys, she'd say, if you asked her later-- stepped forward. One brandished a metal bar and the other had a length of chain. Kaida swallowed. She slid one foot back, getting ready for their assault.
One of those lackeys-- a blonde woman with the metal bar-- charged first. Kaida's mouth pressed into a line. This whole thing just turned into a wash. Just as the woman swung her bar for Kaida's side, the kunoichi vanished, replacing herself with a nearby barrel in a puff of smoke.
One moment of confusion later, and Kaida was atop the water, invisible chakra streaming from her feet to keep her on its surface. Some of the faces were scared. They had probably realized just who they had picked a fight with, but the green-eyed girl wasn't having any part of it. She knew the odds, and she didn't know all the details. This wasn't a fight she had to face. None of these people had to get hurt, and she didn't have to take the risk.
Instead, she turned left, and beat a hasty retreat across the water's surface, toward the nearby shore. She arrived there long before any of the angry crowd did, and she quickly lost them all in the twisting alleys nearby.
Kaida knew better than to go back to her room. She'd have to lay low for a little bit, return when the area was clear, and re-assess the situation at that time. Until then, she supposed she could watch the moon again. She made her way to the top of a close building and gazed up at its gibbous.
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