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Shinobu sgihed at her sister, pressed her tounge into the side of her mouth and rolled her eyes.

"No, Aoki-chan, that's Nozomi village, remember? We've got some shopping to do..." she examined the sky, looking up into the pattern the sun was beaming down, judging the relative time. "At best, we won't reach Amarante until tomorrow."

[Small... but... yeah, and Vanslaz, what do you mean with 'it'll take a day or two to heal'? Do you mean, emotionally? Because remember that physically wounds heal in an instant.]

(( Well, I'm totally back, now that my computer wants to work. And I'm totally going to try and post something, so let's see how it turns out. ))

Groggy and stiff, Izumo slowly began to waken from his slumber when he felt... wet. Hastening his awakening, Izumo quickly noticed he was not at all where he thought he had been, and far from it. Of course, he'd assumed he'd been in his room, sleeping on his mat. Instead, he found himself lying soaked in the middle of a large puddle of murky water. He was dirty and cold, and his clothes with sullied with ground in dirt. How he had come to be there, he did not know. Looking back on the night, he had trouble recalling what had happened. He began to slowly go over it in his mind.

Couldn't sleep, paced around the theatre.
Went outside.
Found Shinobu.
Talked with Shinobu.
Left as morning approached.
Storm started.
...
Climbed to top of theatre.
...

He stopped. What had happened after that, that had led him to his current position? Now sitting somewhat upright, still in the grimy water, Izumo began to think, prying into his mind for what he had seemingly lost. He had to jolt his mind back into... that was it. The storm had been a thunderstorm, lightning flashes across the sky. But then what? He'd been sitting on the theare, a fair distance from the storm. Something more was of concern...

Realizing he was still sitting in the cold dirty fluid, Izumo brought himself to his feet and decided that, perhaps, it was time to draw water for bathing, and get himself cleaned up. Perhaps a nice bath would allow him to relax, remember what had happened... and loosen up his muscles after having slept rather awkwardly the previous night.

Still tired, Izumo began to drag himself toward the theatre; thankfully the nearest entrance, if he recalled correctly, was the one nearest the bathing area. As his assumption was correct, it was not long before Izumo spotted the small wooden door. He sighed with relief when he found no one in immediate area after entering; he was sure to make a mess in his state. Carefully and quietly making his way to the bathing area, Izumo made it a quick matter to bar shut the door behind him, ensuring no one would disrupt his bath... in the likely event they'd want him to clean up his mess. Drawing water from the indoor well, he made it quick business to heat the water, ensuring he could bath as quickly as he desired.

It was not long before Izumo was able to cast aside his clothing and enter his bath, though he had to prepare a second batch of bathing water; the first became to dirty too fast for him to be able to relax and feel clean.

Still intent on discovering how he had ended up on the ground, thinking intently on what had happened the night previous. Eventually, it hit him, much like a bolt of lightning had the previous night. He was able to recall it, now, at least some of it.

After deciding to leave, to go to sleep, Izumo had once again brandished his blades, in hopes of ensuring a steady descent. The storm, of course, had moved closer. Momentarily losing his footing, he had thrown up an arm to help return himself to equilibrium... which of course, created the perfect lightningrod. After all, lightning takes the fastest route downward, and Izumo had help his arm out as if to say "Right here! It's fast and easy!" Lightning, inanimate and, of course, unintelligent, was in no position to disagree. And of course, the shock to his mind, and not his body, meant that damage, though not permanent or necessarily physical could be done. He was immortal, yet nature still knew how to deal with him.

Relaxing in his bath, however, Izumo pushed such matter from his mind. At current, there was no matter pressing or important that he would pay heed to it. Least of all, the cleaning he may be charged with later on...

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[Alright guys! We have got ourselves a new character! Miss Misu_Of_Water will be playing Mihoshi, and I'm pretty sure we've got ourselves a Fai coming. Anyway, give Misu a good Immortal Thief welcome!]

[P.S. Sorry for ze petite post back there... I was really busy at the time.]

((Yay, my post looks satisfactory to myself now ^_^ It doesn't stick out like a literate in towns. *Gives himself muffins*))

A little girl pranced happily along the outskirts of her long-time home, humming a happy tune in time with her steps. Keeping her turtle safely locked in her small arms, she took a seat in the warm grass.

Laying back with a rather large grin on her small and rather adorable face, Mihoshi let Midori make a few circles on her stomach before finding a suitable place to lay down and sunbathe.

Playing lightly with her ribbons, she giggled as the grass tickled her face as little breezes passed by.

{ I'm sorry for the short first post, but I have to go to school soon. Thank you Edaniel for the welcome, and I hope I meet you all soon.}

[Amazing job aswell Miku. ^^ What you aren't in quantity, you are in quality. You don't post often, you and bean, but when you guys do, wow.]