1 Derailed. Mon Oct 01, 2018 12:41 am
Takao
S-rank
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「The light morning drizzle had turned into a torrential afternoon downpour in Akagahara. What had begun as a cool early Autumn day with manageably little rain gave Takao the opportunity to make the trip to the Fire Country’s de jure Capital. Such a trip had been conveyed to Fuyuko as a mere few hours worth of business, and he reassured his girlfriend that he would be back in the Hidden Leaf before their planned first dinner with his family. Although Takao’s business in Akagahara was intended to only be speaking with the Fire Daimyō, who resided in the large castle bound to safety through a complicated network of seals. He had done so and enjoyed the conversation they shared, even though it had taken longer than Takao had originally believed. Shortly after he departed from the Daimyō’s palace, the raven-haired shinobi had made an unexpected stop at the workshop of an old friend. In the month or so prior to his excursion into the Land of Water, he had visited the elderly man and commissioned two items to be prepared. Having been so busy left him with no time to make the journey to Akagahara, so it was only natural he popped in. With his new toys in tow, Takao stopped in the threshold of the workshop’s door. His gaze fell to the ground outside and his ears twitched at the roaring rain as it pounded against the roof and flagstone pathway. Black eyes arose from the flagstone and settled onto the skies in the distance that grew darker and closer with each passing moment. Steeling his will to drive himself into the element of which he despised the most, Takao stepped into the downpour after closing the door behind him. He hurried down the path, the dilatory shinobi sprinted leisurely through the rain on his way down the emptied streets of Akagahara. His sprint would eventually take him to the train station on the outer edge of the town. It was a new addition-- perhaps the newest-- to one of the Fire Country’s oldest settlements. It was also his ticket home, quickly literally, if he didn’t plan on running back in the torrential downpour. “Shit--” His profanity escaped as a hiss through clenched teeth. Black eyes swept left to the ticking clock on the platform and noted the position of the hands; he was late, and his train had gone. “I could catch the next one… but then I’ll still be late…” Takao said, lifting his hand to lightly chew on his numb as his thoughts raced. “I could make it if I ran with Burning Ambition, but I’d be exhausted and soaked through… Damn it..! I promised Fuyuko I’d be home in time!” Mentally berating himself did little to improve the situation, yet the chorus of voices that dwelled within his psyche only echoed his sentiment of foolishness. But then, in the distance yet far too close to be ignored, the howl of a train’s horn bellowed through the thunderous rain. Takao’s black eyes, normally cold and dull, lit up like an ember falling into a vat of oil. Perhaps he hadn’t been so late to the station after all, and the train had only just left. He erupted from the platform in a burst of flame and landed further down the rails. He bounced from point to point using the enhanced speed granted by the manifestation of jets in well-practised locations until the dim lights of a distant train grew closer. With a heavy thud, he landed and dropped into a slide on the rearmost car of the train just as the metallic vessel passed under a low-hanging tunnel. “Whew…” His breath escaped as an audible sigh of relief as his hands and feet grasped onto the smooth surface of the train car’s roof as though they possessed some supernatural adhesive. Supernatural Walking Practice aided him on his awkward supine shuffle toward the linkage of the train cars. He dropped between the cars and balanced on the coupling before hopping onto the second-to-last car’s platform. Upon peeking through the door’s window, he noted that it was entirely devoid of passenger. “Empty..?” With a raised eyebrow, he turned his attention to the eighth car-- the rearmost-- and stepped onto its platform. As he peered inside, he could only see one individual seated at a bar. “Shit, maybe I got on the wrong train… But… this guy might know where this thing is headed.” Takao thought to himself as his hand reached for the handle of the door, hesitating for a brief moment before sliding it open and stepping inside. He slid the door closed behind him slowly, in an attempt to be quiet, yet the fact that it was only the two of them in the train car made his entrance humorously apparent. Takao turned his attention to the man seated at the bar and stepped closer, wet boots squeaking with each step taken. “Uh, hi. Sorry to bother you--” Takao said as he approached, yet was brought to a momentary pause as his onyx-hued orbs settled on the man. Thick eyebrows furrowed slightly as his eyes narrowed. “Don’t I know this guy..?”」 |
TOTAL WC |
887 |