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The afternoon sun's rays splashed throughout the somewhat drab room; flecks of lighted spots came through where the curtains were wrought with moth-holes. Slowly, Izumo's eyes began to wince, then flicker, as he awakened from his slumber.

It was already the afternoon, and as always, Izumo had slept in. For someone so full of vigor, it was strange to see him sleep so late. However, he had only recently returned from a tiring mission, and so it was nothing to worry about. As he almost unconciously rose from his bed, he cursed the sun for waking him. Sometimes, he simply wished he would never wake up; wished that the immortality that was both a gift and curse would simply fade away.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Izumo stretched out his limbs; they were stiff from sleep, but not sore. Nothing ever seemed to get sore anymore, immortality had granted a type of immunity to any sort of physical ailments. No blade, even, could leave a lasting scar on the skin of the immortal, Izumo had noticed. This particular gift had lent itself to Izumo's wild fighting style; he hadn't care, any more, about being maticulous in his movements, crafty, sly, cunning, as he once had to be... now, he need only enter the fray swinging, and he would leave unharmed.

Rising from his bed, Izumo drew open the curtains, allowing the sunlight that had wakened him to pour into his room. It was nothing special; drawers for storing clothing, a simple bed for sleeping, and a rack for storing his weapons. Nothing more. He had no need of anything else in his room, what his troop owned was shared.

The area below his window stretched out only a short way before submitting to the surrounding forest. Often, Izumo had seen some of his friends running about the area, and on occasion, a mysterious girl wandering about. Many had seen her weaving in and out of the woods, but none knew who, or even what, she was. Tomoyo, he recalled, often said the girl was a spy; however, there was still no evidence to prove or disprove her theory.

As he was leaving his window, about to proceed to ground-level, perhaps to go for a stroll, Izumo saw, out of the corner of his eye, Shinobu. As always, it seemed, she seemed to be worrying about something. Someone, Izumo knew; she often worried about her young sister, Aoki. However, it was none of his concern.

Taking care to dress and fasten his sheaths properly, Izumo left his room, closing the door behind him. He had decided to go get something to eat, fruit perhaps, and be on his way. Already, he was becoming more and more awake, and with that, more and more energetic. As always, he was itching for a fight. For a reason unknown to him, he loved to do it. Fighting, perhaps, was his only true vent for the energy he always felt pent up inside himself.

At the bottom of the short staircase, Izumo passed Shinobu on his way to the panty.

"Morning, Shinobu..." he mumbled absent-mindedly.

[Alright guys, nice entry posts!! I will definitely get around to reading them when I have a free moment!!
Alright, we have another new member, Nina Piotrs will be playing Kosho, so give her a big, Immortal Thief, wellcome!]

Melora heard the accusations of the strange lady, but didn't pay much mind to them. A spy? What utter nonsense, some people were so suspecting by naturem how very annoying, she wasn't interested in their false accusations, right now, Melora's mind was whirring away for a solution to the akward predicament she'd landed herself into.
She needed a way out, soon.
"I'm not a spy." Melora said in a tone which she attempted to make confident, but probably just came out weak.

Nia stops at the top of the stairs as she seas Shinobu and Izumo talking at the bottom of it. She stands stunned, she knows she can't just walk passed them. They won't bite you... She takes a deep breath, puts the potion in her other hand and walks down the stairs. "Hello Shinobu and Izumo" she says, trying to sound as interested in the others as she could. Well a ghost sounds more cheerfull. On the other hand, he has something to be happy of, alteast he died. "I was just planning on going out"

Yue forced a smile on her face and hoped it looked convincing enough. "Please, do not worry on my account. Nightmares are only the counterparts of dreams, aren't they? Afterall, how would we know the sweetness of good dreams if there was no darkness to counter them?" She truely believed what she was saying, that part was no mask or counterfeit. It was hard to convince herself of this when she was still shivering with the memory of her carnal nightmare, however.

Getting up, Yue slid down to where her clothes were hidden and donned the gauzy fabric once more. Then gathering her bags and her quarterstaff, she looked over to Kagami's still-concerned face. "Shall we return then?"

(( Fighting urge... to point out... so... many... grammatical errors... ugh... Whew. Urge suppressed... for now.))

"Well, Shinobu, I suppose I'll be seeing you around," Izumo stated, about to leave. He was stopped by another voice.

"Oh, hello, Nia. Like I was just telling Shinobu, I'm off, so I'll see you around."

With that, Izumo turned about and paced away. His step speed had increased slightly; he was never really all that comfortable around w0men. But then, what did it really matter? It's not like...

Focusing on the task at hand, Izumo made his way down the corridor, remembering exactly where the pantry was. After all, living here for so long rendered a memory of the place, so much so that it was possible to navigate through much of it blindfolded. He'd tried it once, but was none too happy when he fell down some stairs.

Turning right at the second-last door, Izumo found himself looking into a room full of stored goods; many of which would not last past another week. There were a lot of mouths to feed in the guild, even if all its members were immortal.

Noticing a patch of green in the corner, Izumo immediately thought of the garden outside, and of the watermelon growing there. His suspicions proved founded, and soon, Izumo was happily snacking away on the juicy fruit.

Once he had had his fill of 'melon, he decided it was time to go outside and practice his swordplay. At least that would keep him busy until another mission would come around...