Stood in front of the mirror of the hospital room in which had been, by the hospital's accounts, and many's ‘knowledge’ her place of residence after she had returned home from Sunagakure no Sato. Having been held hostage for so long the village elders had deemed the act necessary, to ‘watch’ her and ensure her ‘health’, however, she barely spent any time at all at the hospital. A bargain had been struck by her doctor and herself, the very doctor that saw her crawl from the pits of hell and out into a battlefront, beaten, bloody and mutilated yet not finished with life itself. Her gaze, however, would not sit with her reflection but with the bindings in her hands. Though many bandages still littered her body, the fresh wrappings in her hands almost seemed alien to her now, as she pondered whether the use of them would give any help, would she again feel more of herself? For how long she stood she hadn't realized the press of night approaching nor the finer hairs of her exposed torso raising. yet from her hips a pair of cargo trousers, fitting nicely to her form, not too tight yet not too baggy even as they gathered into the army style bug cords to keep them tight against the army boots she wore. Settled at the front of her belt, sideways on, a pouch containing her kuni whilst Amai and Tatsu would be found in their original pouches strapped to each leg as Ripa tsume sat in its pouch at the base of her back attached to her belt for easy access. This was certainly closer to how she had looked before Sunagakure.
Her mind wandered and escaped her as images flitted through her mind of the hospitals wards... she had delivered packages here as a genin and why now did such return? The sounds and echoes of the corridors, why did this place feel so haunting now? Broken from her trance-like state, only when a familiar rasp of knuckles against the door came. The same knock every time, the only knock that came to her door. And with a sigh her lips would peel apart to speak, her voice a husk,
“enter.” Her gaze would slowly shift to the door as a body shifted into the dim light of the room, the door closing immediately behind him. The piercing gaze of her heterochromia orbs of blood red and vivid yellow would watch the male give out a sigh, deeply so as he, in turn, watched her for a moment.
“Time is pressing on.” With a nod, her gaze would return to the bindings in her hands before flickering to the reflection in the mirror and then away again as she inhaled. Carefully she would begin to bind her chest, slowly as to make sure she would form a flat as possible surface. The doctor would step closer his brow furrowed as usual as he stepped about her, observing her for a moment before taking the bindings from her to finish the tie for her.
Her gaze would flicker to the reflection watching him as he concentrated in the knot he created before doing the same to their sights as she spoke:
”Thank you." With that she would set away and to the small wooden chair beside the standard hospital bed, removing her t-shirt from its back. A deep olive green with a thin red strip around the collar and short cuffs. She would smoothly slip the top on before slipping into a black high collared jacket. A small section of her marred throat exposed and would remain so, the marring made by the collar she had worn throughout the entire time of her captivity when the time finally came to remove it, it had to be peeled from her as in parts it had become embedded. As she turned to the bed to retrieve her side faced veil she would pause watching the sight before her as the doctor held the very item she intended to apply next. Her head would tilt a touch to one side before holding out her left hand for it. With another sigh he would pass the veil over before watching her don it, attaching it at the correct loops, ensuring that it was secure enough on not only the loops in her hair but the ones that had been attached to her clothing, yet looser than before, enough to her face would be able to get a subtle breeze of air, as such the healing process now screamed for.
Her hair already tightly pinned back into a bun by her senbon, save for the underlayers of her snow-white hair, the hair too thick to be coiled into a single neat bun, giving her a ghostly sheet down her back, yet as her head tilted a touch to one side her hair would shift into a jet black, a full head of beautiful curls reaching down her shoulder blades and where one half of her face had been hidden her features would shift and a full face would present itself, her features becoming softer as a more oval shape took her usual sharp feature place, her eyes showing as left being a warm chocolate brown and the other a subtle moss green. Her clothes would shift into a black playsuit with small plimsolls on her feet. Sweet, innocent... a pretty blossom in full bloom the perfect disguise.
“Well?” The doctor would step to the door in silence before looking back at her,
“It will do. Now, I will distract the others as discussed.” and with that, he would exit. After a moment or two she would follow out of the door swiftly and silently before making her way down the corridors and out of the building, her mind now focused fully upon the mission. Especially as the promise of a show of talent had been given.
She would flow through the streets with ease, her chakra as low as possible to not cause alarm as she closed in on the eastern gate. Only then would she slow her pace to a soft stead walk. Her gaze would shift seeking out her comrade. Once she had set her gaze upon him she would, in turn, watch him look at her. Her lips would quirk into a smile, he was impressive. Even with her chakra so low, or so she had thought it to be, he still picked her out, or was it that he saw a civilian wandering the streets so late at night in such an area? Yet not wanting to cause a scene at present her left hand would raise and the glamour would fade enough to show her gloved hand missing its pinky before restoring the glamour. Without stepping closer she would incline into a soft bow before rising, the curls of her hair grazing her face in the process. Observing him for but a moment before stepping closer, her voice a mere murmur,
“Sergent Heishi, Kejido.”
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Name: Transformation Technique (変化の術 ~ Henge no Jutsu)
Canon/Custom: Canon.
Rank: E.
Type: Supplementary.
Element: None.
Range: Self.
Specialty: Ninjutsu.
Duration: -5 every other post.
Cooldown: Duration +1 post.
Description: Given all the missions ninja are assigned to--battle, intelligence gathering, diversions--this is a priceless ninjutsu. It is typically used to change into people other than oneself, but one also has the ability to change into animals, plants, and even inanimate objects like weapons; however, the object can be no smaller than 1 foot long in at least one dimension. Despite this, this technique has an abundance of uses. The transformation of a master of this technique (which is generally an Academy graduation requirement) makes the user physically and visually the same as the transformed person or object in question, giving the user the exact mass and physical qualities of whatever they transformed into. This is one of the most basic ninjutsu, as such most shinobi know how to perform it. This technique does not give a ninja the abilities or jutsu of a person they transform into, nor can give the user the damaging ability of a weapon (however, this can be used as a bluff). Sensory techniques can easily pick out someone transformed using this jutsu: the user's chakra would be active, as well as the fact that their biological functions and scent are not masked by this jutsu. Costs 5 chakra on activation, and an additional 5 chakra every other post after that.
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