1 A leaf hidden in the sand (Izumi/Nova/invite/No-kill.) Wed Jul 31, 2019 11:58 am
Chiaki
A-rank
Chiaki smiled as the guards let her through. Who knew that knowing Myrddin's name and title here would allow her access. She said that she was a foreign diplomat, and her kunoichi headband that she had snugly tied around her neck, the actual forehead protector protecting the nape of her neck, showed that she was from the village hidden in the leaves. She didn't really know what she was doing here, but was curious to see the city, at least, and see what it was all about. She had not really had the chance to get to see Suna before it had been destroyed, and wanted to make sure that she got to see it before the world was thrown into turmoil. If only she was one of the five Kage's... she would make this world better, more human, less of a war struggle and more of a friendly place. She knew that she would never have enough power to make that happen, but she wanted for all the world, to make sure that no one suffered.
She wouldn't go to any lengths to do that, but she had taken that on as her mantle when she decided to be a Medical Kunoichi. Chiaki, first thing, went to a shoppe and bought herself a mantle to go over her hair. They called it something.... something she couldn't quite pronounce but she wrapped it around her head, like instructed at least 4 times before the shop keeper reached up and did it for her. She smiled and gratefully paid for the head wrapping. Her hair was dark, and in the harsh environment that Suna was in, it was not a great thing to have on the top of your head. She had dressed cutely, which also didn't suit what she needed. She was hot, and sweating. She had dressed in black leggings tucked into brown shoes. A brown Skirt was accented by a pink blouse which she had loosened the top button on and had taken off the smaller lace vest that she normally would wear over it. She used her hand to fan herself as she looked from shop to shop.
Finally she found what she was looking for and went inside the shop, it was mercifully cool and dark in the shop and it took a couple of minutes for her eyes to fully adjust.
Chiaki picked her way through the styles there, all in stark contrast to the one that she was wearing, a lot of them were of a sheer fabric or at least breathable and Chiaki couldn't understand them. Thankfully she had a guide that came out and walked her through the styles that were available to her, explaining how to wear them and let her try on a couple outfits before she decided on a sheer outfit, complete with sleeves and all, with an opaque set of breathable pantaloons and vest. She felt more comfortable than she had with the clothing that wasn't breathable, but was fashionable, and looked at herself in the mirror. Besides the headband that branded her a shinobi of the hidden leaf, she looked almost like she had lived here the entire time. The head-covering, however, didn't match the dress she had bought and as she chewed her bottom lip, she set her jaw and walked back over to the head covering store.
After a bit of haggling she bought another head covering that matched and decided to stroll around the city a bit, drinking in the sites of the newly built city. It was all about the same color, which struck her as odd, but perhaps that had something to do with how intense the sun was. Her water-colored eyes and hair felt out of place in a sea of brown haired individuals. There were some that stood out, stark contrast from the rest, but mostly there were muted colors. She felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb, and chewed her own thumb to reassure herself that it was only her imagination.
She was a diplomat, after all, the hokage's assistant. Perhaps... perhaps she should try to find someone of importance? Looking back at the gates she gulped and wavered between leaving immediately, or seeing the rest of the city first.
WC: 725
She wouldn't go to any lengths to do that, but she had taken that on as her mantle when she decided to be a Medical Kunoichi. Chiaki, first thing, went to a shoppe and bought herself a mantle to go over her hair. They called it something.... something she couldn't quite pronounce but she wrapped it around her head, like instructed at least 4 times before the shop keeper reached up and did it for her. She smiled and gratefully paid for the head wrapping. Her hair was dark, and in the harsh environment that Suna was in, it was not a great thing to have on the top of your head. She had dressed cutely, which also didn't suit what she needed. She was hot, and sweating. She had dressed in black leggings tucked into brown shoes. A brown Skirt was accented by a pink blouse which she had loosened the top button on and had taken off the smaller lace vest that she normally would wear over it. She used her hand to fan herself as she looked from shop to shop.
Finally she found what she was looking for and went inside the shop, it was mercifully cool and dark in the shop and it took a couple of minutes for her eyes to fully adjust.
Chiaki picked her way through the styles there, all in stark contrast to the one that she was wearing, a lot of them were of a sheer fabric or at least breathable and Chiaki couldn't understand them. Thankfully she had a guide that came out and walked her through the styles that were available to her, explaining how to wear them and let her try on a couple outfits before she decided on a sheer outfit, complete with sleeves and all, with an opaque set of breathable pantaloons and vest. She felt more comfortable than she had with the clothing that wasn't breathable, but was fashionable, and looked at herself in the mirror. Besides the headband that branded her a shinobi of the hidden leaf, she looked almost like she had lived here the entire time. The head-covering, however, didn't match the dress she had bought and as she chewed her bottom lip, she set her jaw and walked back over to the head covering store.
After a bit of haggling she bought another head covering that matched and decided to stroll around the city a bit, drinking in the sites of the newly built city. It was all about the same color, which struck her as odd, but perhaps that had something to do with how intense the sun was. Her water-colored eyes and hair felt out of place in a sea of brown haired individuals. There were some that stood out, stark contrast from the rest, but mostly there were muted colors. She felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb, and chewed her own thumb to reassure herself that it was only her imagination.
She was a diplomat, after all, the hokage's assistant. Perhaps... perhaps she should try to find someone of importance? Looking back at the gates she gulped and wavered between leaving immediately, or seeing the rest of the city first.
WC: 725