1 Face Off [Arata | Social] Tue Oct 02, 2018 1:53 am
Sumire
D-rank
Sumire rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she sat at the small diner not too far from her apartment. She was outfitted head to toe in her typical training uniform. It consisted of a tight fitting plum tank top and a black jacket to shield her from the morning chill. She wore spandex shorts with fishnets that stopped just above her knee. Her weapons pouch and a good sturdy pair of black sandals finished off the outfit. She rested her chin on her hand as she looked out of the window of her booth. She was waiting for Arata to join her for a little training session.
It had been such a long time since the young woman last trained that she found herself feeling quite nervous. Sumire knew she was rusty and knew that Arata was probably a bit more practiced than she. Such thoughts caused her to nibble on her fingernails, a habit she's had since childhood. Sumire tried to clear her mind as she looked out the window actually taking in the scenery this time. It was a beautiful morning, it was very early the sun only just starting its ascension. Its rays were mostly hidden behind the clouds. The grass outside held a dew and a light mist settled low to the ground. The window fogged as Sumire subconsciously leaned closer to it taking in more of the view. When was the last time she was this nervous about anything? A dark feeling settled in the young woman's chest.
As soon as the feeling came it was disrupted by the perky waitress coming around yet again to ask Sumire for her order. Although, unlike last time where she had told the young woman to buzz off as she was waiting for her guest Sumire ordered a glass of orange juice. The young shinobi became conscious of her fingers in her mouth. She promptly wiped them off on a napkin and picked up the restaurant menu and looked to see what breakfast she would order. Arata was supposed to be here by now.
The waitress would circle back around with the juice and Sumire would wave her off one more time. She would take a small sip and lean back into the seat to simmer more on her worries about today's spar. Sumire weighed her strengths. She was more than capable with fuinjutsu and for a while, she had wanted to learn summoning. The desire is still there of course but what to summon. How would she summon? Does one just know what they want and choose or is it something spiritual. The horned woman groaned at the thought of some dumb spiritual journey. Sumire didn't quite like to dig deep. Her sense of self is there. There are no more layers to her than what she shows. 'Finding a summon should be as easy as ordering a pizza' she thought to herself.
The pesky waitress circled back yet again and Sumire rolled her eyes, snatched up the menu and ordered. She chose some fancy pancake special they had going on and handed her menu back to the waitress. The young horned woman glanced at the clock and slumped further into her seat. She hated being alone with her thoughts for this long and swore to beat Arata's ass if only for making her wait in this restaurant so long.
It had been such a long time since the young woman last trained that she found herself feeling quite nervous. Sumire knew she was rusty and knew that Arata was probably a bit more practiced than she. Such thoughts caused her to nibble on her fingernails, a habit she's had since childhood. Sumire tried to clear her mind as she looked out the window actually taking in the scenery this time. It was a beautiful morning, it was very early the sun only just starting its ascension. Its rays were mostly hidden behind the clouds. The grass outside held a dew and a light mist settled low to the ground. The window fogged as Sumire subconsciously leaned closer to it taking in more of the view. When was the last time she was this nervous about anything? A dark feeling settled in the young woman's chest.
As soon as the feeling came it was disrupted by the perky waitress coming around yet again to ask Sumire for her order. Although, unlike last time where she had told the young woman to buzz off as she was waiting for her guest Sumire ordered a glass of orange juice. The young shinobi became conscious of her fingers in her mouth. She promptly wiped them off on a napkin and picked up the restaurant menu and looked to see what breakfast she would order. Arata was supposed to be here by now.
The waitress would circle back around with the juice and Sumire would wave her off one more time. She would take a small sip and lean back into the seat to simmer more on her worries about today's spar. Sumire weighed her strengths. She was more than capable with fuinjutsu and for a while, she had wanted to learn summoning. The desire is still there of course but what to summon. How would she summon? Does one just know what they want and choose or is it something spiritual. The horned woman groaned at the thought of some dumb spiritual journey. Sumire didn't quite like to dig deep. Her sense of self is there. There are no more layers to her than what she shows. 'Finding a summon should be as easy as ordering a pizza' she thought to herself.
The pesky waitress circled back yet again and Sumire rolled her eyes, snatched up the menu and ordered. She chose some fancy pancake special they had going on and handed her menu back to the waitress. The young horned woman glanced at the clock and slumped further into her seat. She hated being alone with her thoughts for this long and swore to beat Arata's ass if only for making her wait in this restaurant so long.
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