|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 8:53 pm
Haku scowled and tossed the fake ANBU a spare umbrella (from one of the many compartments in her cloak), one of the unarmed ones, not even coated in any substance but wax, to be mostly-waterproof. She threw a smaller one in Kujira's direction(from the inside of her poncho), seemingly thinking hard about something, before reaching into another pocket to pull out a Rain Hunter's mask. It had a tiny crack through the left cheek, but not enough to really compromise the integrity of the porcelain. She studied it for a moment, resting her umbrella on one shoulder, still open, her other hand moving to her hair to pull out the flower and toss it aside.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 9:08 pm
He grabbed both umbrellas, attaching one to the Kabuki's back. "Thanks," he said simply, forming a handsign, and the 'ANBU' sprung to life, rising up off the ground.
Kujira opened his mouth to speak. "Testing, one, two, three..." he smiled when an altered version of his voice came out from behind the mask. His bloodline eye opened slightly, and his smile widened when the image of himself presented itself. "Looks like it's in working order," he said jovially, and the Kabuki wandered off, out of the training grounds.
Kujira opened his umbrella, happy to be out of the rain at last. "And now we wait, ne?" he pulled out the bottle of sake he'd bought earlier, downing a soldier pill before taking a swig. He offered the bottle to Haku. "You want any?"
(400)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 9:19 pm
Haku ignores her partner, finishing her contemplation of her old mask, before putting it on. It is plain, with only a tiny red off-center splotch on one cheek serving any distinguishing purposes. Her other hand goes back to supporting her umbrella again.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 1:32 pm
"I think Keeper has too much fun... I want to play with the dolls, too..." Haku mutters under her breath, the words doubly muffled by the mask on her face as she twirls her umbrella like a parasol again, a couple senbon falling to the ground at her feet.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 10:59 am
After a long period of waiting, Haku was bored. Normally, her patience was to be envied, but at this time, and in Rain, of all places, she was restless. So she went for a walk, in the same direction as the planted ANBU had taken.
Her words as she left the training grounds were muffled by the porcelain covering her face, "Fallen Rain has gone to see, gone to see the dolls march by..." ((exit to the path))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 12:19 pm
Haku returned, looking a little smug and satisfied, as she tucked something into one of her pockets, still wearing her mask and carrying an umbrella like a parasol.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 9:01 pm
Baku appeared behind Haku, ever so silently. His cold and ice-like breath played against the back of her neck, even though the collar of her cloak shielded her neck from it. His scarlet eyes opened softly as the icy tone of his voice unto her. "Having fun, Haku?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 9:08 pm
"Hmph. Why does the Keeper care?" Haku scoffed petulantly, turning to face him, and, in the process, putting roughly a foot more space between them.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 9:15 pm
"You are a comrade, Haku. I generally have to care about the well being of our members if we are to accomplish our goals." His arms were now crossed, palming his elbows as he felt his flesh start to goose bump. "Such a cold country you have here, how can you stand it, my psychotically-cute friend?" He smirked at her, loving how he was allowed to tease her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 9:18 pm
"The Rain lives like onions." Haku stated, simply, her mask forcing upon her memories of a time of sanity, when the splotch on the white was only for identification purposes and not her entire being.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 9:21 pm
"You can never be upfront with some one can you, Haku? Riddles to the end." He walked over to her, looking over at her mask. "Hmm, oinin?" He asked with a chuckle. "Brings back memories, ne?" He let one of his nails drag along her cheek along with his finger trailing along her jawline, of course, against the mask.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 9:28 pm
Haku, being Haku, hissed and jumped back several more feet.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 9:36 pm
Baku let a sinister chuckle emit from his vocals, watching his psychotic counterpart. "We are so different, yet almost completely alike." He noted. "Does the Fallen Rain wish to capture her stormy jar as soon as possible?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 9:40 pm
"Stormy Jar's taking its time." Haku snapped, not quite answering the question. "Fallen Rain wants to play with dolls. Jars are too fragile to play with."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 9:44 pm
"Hmm, I guess even you have your preferences." He laughed some. "I have already captured my jar, and now we are waiting on you as well. Does Fallen Rain have any particular dolls she wishes to play with? Inkwell perhaps?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
