1 Time to go kill myself {Mission: S-una | Invite Only} Fri Jul 05, 2013 1:22 pm
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Hodaka walked down the rather winding halls of the Sunagakure Administration Building. Wearing the signature Black Coat of someone he had just met and lost, no one would be able to tell it was him. The hood obscured his face quite well. Its matching shoes made a tak, tak, tak each time they met the ground.
He didn't know what to feel right now....distraught was probably the closest feeling he could pin to this that he was experiencing. He was glad and all to be so trusted in the Hidden Sand....but why did that mean anything to him? Am I setting my priorities straight...? What am I even supposed to be doing?
With a sigh, he found that he subconsciously had walked himself to arrive at the Kazekage's office. Glancing down at the book in his hand---there for always---he observed the goings-on in the area. A handy part of being him: his books let him know what was going on, every second of every minute of every hour of every day. Untitled Writings was furiously scrawling words down---in an alphabet understood by almost no one---which was customary for being surrounded by such a busy place as this. Well. I'd best get in there....she did call for me, after all. Even without being in the room, Hodaka could cast a Genjutsu in there. Harmless at worst....it was always his preferred method of travel. Untitled Writings suggested there was nothing going on in there that he had to worry about barging into...though as a tome with a rather broad subject, it was never too specific.
Hodaka visualized where he wanted to be. Right in front of the Kazekage's desk, about a meter and a half from it. A puddle of shadow appeared, expanding from one point that acted as its center. As this happened, he spoke, the Genjutsu echoing his voice around the room. Again, he just loved making a good entrance. Aren't we looking lively? The shadows leaped up from the puddle in an oblong dome, perfectly proportioned for a person, and then seemingly evaporated a second later to reveal the black-cloaked young man. He waited for the Wind Shadow's reply; he expected it to be one that was not as friendly as usual,, as this was the first time he'd worn the coat....it being completely concealing, the only way he could be recognized was by voice (and even then suspicion was usually used; Henge for life). He waited to lower his hood until she was about halfway into whatever she was saying. Even if she was his superior....he liked to think of the two of them as good friends. A harmless jest or two never hurt anything. If anything, this might have helped cheer Hodaka up a bit. He enjoyed the occasional antic....doing one made him feel more at ease, a sort of normalcy.
After his hood was down, he gave the bang covering his face a brush with his left hand, not making it go to the side but simply as a habit; he gave a faint, friendly smile as he did so.
[The Ultimate Mission of Doom: 535/3000]
He didn't know what to feel right now....distraught was probably the closest feeling he could pin to this that he was experiencing. He was glad and all to be so trusted in the Hidden Sand....but why did that mean anything to him? Am I setting my priorities straight...? What am I even supposed to be doing?
With a sigh, he found that he subconsciously had walked himself to arrive at the Kazekage's office. Glancing down at the book in his hand---there for always---he observed the goings-on in the area. A handy part of being him: his books let him know what was going on, every second of every minute of every hour of every day. Untitled Writings was furiously scrawling words down---in an alphabet understood by almost no one---which was customary for being surrounded by such a busy place as this. Well. I'd best get in there....she did call for me, after all. Even without being in the room, Hodaka could cast a Genjutsu in there. Harmless at worst....it was always his preferred method of travel. Untitled Writings suggested there was nothing going on in there that he had to worry about barging into...though as a tome with a rather broad subject, it was never too specific.
Hodaka visualized where he wanted to be. Right in front of the Kazekage's desk, about a meter and a half from it. A puddle of shadow appeared, expanding from one point that acted as its center. As this happened, he spoke, the Genjutsu echoing his voice around the room. Again, he just loved making a good entrance. Aren't we looking lively? The shadows leaped up from the puddle in an oblong dome, perfectly proportioned for a person, and then seemingly evaporated a second later to reveal the black-cloaked young man. He waited for the Wind Shadow's reply; he expected it to be one that was not as friendly as usual,, as this was the first time he'd worn the coat....it being completely concealing, the only way he could be recognized was by voice (and even then suspicion was usually used; Henge for life). He waited to lower his hood until she was about halfway into whatever she was saying. Even if she was his superior....he liked to think of the two of them as good friends. A harmless jest or two never hurt anything. If anything, this might have helped cheer Hodaka up a bit. He enjoyed the occasional antic....doing one made him feel more at ease, a sort of normalcy.
After his hood was down, he gave the bang covering his face a brush with his left hand, not making it go to the side but simply as a habit; he gave a faint, friendly smile as he did so.
[The Ultimate Mission of Doom: 535/3000]