1 The Blue Rose's Budding [Travel from Tsuchi no Kuni to Hi no Kuni] Tue Oct 01, 2013 10:21 pm
Daraku
D-rank
Daraku sat atop the village gate, looking off at the moonlit sky. It was dark, but with just enough visibility to outline the features of the rocky plains, the Aoi Bara mansion to the east, and the stars sparkling, individually bright but absolutely stunning as a unit. He sat here and waited, not for Tsuyo, but rather for the other members who would take Tsuyo's place. Tsuyo had gotten caught up with something and wasn't going to be able to make it, but this retrieval needed to be immediate. So, it would be up to the three of them: a masked woman named Shinobu, a broad swordswoman named Hoshi, and himself, the warrior aligned to the darkness. They would do their best to make it through this task efficiently and unscathed...but the pressing issue at the moment was waiting for them to show up.
The ninja was nearly unrecognizable, as the task had called for. His eyes were brown, thanks to a pair of nifty contacts, and he wore a finely-tailored black and white pinstripe suit with a small blue rose in its breast pocket. Fake tattoos resembling blue-black flames were painted in semi-permanent ink from his upper chest all the way up his neck and onto his chinline. He'd also dyed his hair black for the occasion. Sure, he wasn't particularly a fan of this wardrobe, as he always cared for comfort over style, but the excitement of battle ahead was enough to outshine this feeling in the back of his mind. All he could think of was the blood his sword would spill in the coming hours...and it brought a sickly grin to his face. He then heard footsteps approaching, finally, and turned to see if it was one of his squad members for the retrieval...
The ninja was nearly unrecognizable, as the task had called for. His eyes were brown, thanks to a pair of nifty contacts, and he wore a finely-tailored black and white pinstripe suit with a small blue rose in its breast pocket. Fake tattoos resembling blue-black flames were painted in semi-permanent ink from his upper chest all the way up his neck and onto his chinline. He'd also dyed his hair black for the occasion. Sure, he wasn't particularly a fan of this wardrobe, as he always cared for comfort over style, but the excitement of battle ahead was enough to outshine this feeling in the back of his mind. All he could think of was the blood his sword would spill in the coming hours...and it brought a sickly grin to his face. He then heard footsteps approaching, finally, and turned to see if it was one of his squad members for the retrieval...