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{Thank you, Edaniel-san! I'm trying my best. But if I don't come on in a day or two, it might be becasue I'm grounded...I'm not supposed to be on right now....*coughs* Anyhow, I'll post something, but then I got to scram before mom comes home. Eep...}

He looked at the sky a little longer, before he decided it best to take little Mihoshi and Midori back into the theatre where it would be warm. He looked down, then placed a hand on her shoulder, softly shaking her. "Mihoshi-chan..." he whispered, leaning over a it. "Mihoshi-chan, get up. You should be sleeping inside, not outside, silly nilly."

He frowned for a moment, before he shook her a bit harder. "Come on, Mihoshi-chan, wake up for Aniki..."

{Aniki means older brother, I think. I read it somewhere. And sorry this was small...Not much to say.}

[Nope, it sure isn't, I'm just not that book-smart... or maybe I am. Lol, thanks for helping out though, beany. *gives cookie*]

((hoo sheezy, I'm sorry for making you wait all this time buddy))

Tao flipped quickly behind and 'oofed' a bit when the foot connected with his torso. He was aware that he only had one weapon left but that was fine with him. He stood up, crouching a little bit. and flipped the remaining wakazashi between his hands.... he wasn't the weapon's master for nothing. He knew how to fight with all styles, one handed, two handed, dual-wielding... anything and everything.

Tao waited for Suki and circled around him, getting a better feel of his younger brother.

Suki hurried over to the wakazashi and took it into his hand, grasping it with battle poise. His Rattan Bo was returned to a holder on his back, to be employed for later strategic manuevers. The wakazashi's blade gleamed in the sunlight, flashing off a glare of blinding light.

"Let us continue than, shall we?"

Suki took a defensive positon with the wakazashi at hand, the ratan bo laying off his back, touching the ground, and one free hand in a palm heel strike position with his knees bent. Suki motioned for Tao to begin his assault.

((Oh joy, I seem to have missed a bunch of stuff, as usual. However, I'm now down to one job. Which means more time to me. Which means, maybe, more time here. Which means more frequent posting. Which means I can stop starting my sentences with "which", use proper literacy, and get on with the show.

Which reminds me why I like sugar. Anyways...))

Lifting a hand from bathwater, becoming milky-colored from the soap, Izumo traced a finger along one of the pruney curves in his palm. His open hand look shrivelled and old. Izumo could not help but think of how, naturally, his hands, his body, would never take on such a form. His curse, his gift, immortality, prevented that from ever occuring.

"I better get out of the bath," he grumbled, "Or I just might end up staying all wrinkly." Although there was some detest for his condition, Izumo in now way desired to take on a permanent form of seeming... old. Well, older than his body preferred to allow.

Getting out of the bath proved more tedious than it should've been; it seemed to take ages for Izumo to pull the bath plug and reach for a towel. Relaxing in the warm, soothing water had made him sluggish to respond and react. Taking his first step out of the tub, too, proved more of a challenge than he had expected. He slipped in a small pool of water, and landed on his rear. Apparently, he had splashed around more than he was willing to admit. Not that anyone would ever find out, of course. Regaining his composure, and swapping his now soaked towel for a dry one, Izumo gathered his sopping wet clothes, and walked to the door.

He opened it slowly, warily, checking to see if anyone was nearby. Of course, he didn't normally care if anyone saw him, but he really wasn't in any mood to clean up his own mess. Even with unending age, Izumo still failed to accept... such responsibilities.

The coast was clear, and as quietly as he could, he closed the door, and began to slip down the hallways. There was an intersecting hall coming up, precautions would need to be taken. Izumo couldn't help but think of how he was putting more effort into evading cleaning than he had in any of his most current missions. He'd dealt with them all recklessly, rashly... never again. He felt a pang of guilt, now, whenever he thought of all the innocents his wild fighting may have injured, or worse, killed. It was a pain he would no longer inflict upon others, or himself.

Again checking to ensure the way was clear, Izumo now broke into a dash down the hall, or at least as much of a dash as his towel would permit. He has successfully made his way to the staircase when he thought he heard someone coming. Of course, he wasn't about to stick around to find out who it was. He bolted up the staircase faster than an injured child to its mother.

Up the last step... around the corner, to the left... last room on the right... success! Izumo had managed to make it back to his own room before anyone had seen him. His heart was racing; it had been exciting, and their was no real purpose behind it. He now remembered why it was he enjoyed being the one assigned to reach the mission target with as little confronation as possible. The act of evading one's opponents was exasperated the heat of battle.

Dropping his towel and tossing aside his soiled clothing, Izumo walked to his armoire, and picked out a new set of clothes. It wasn't he proceeded to tie on his katana sheaths that he realized he had left his blades outside... near the muddy pool where he woke up earier.

"Pfft, just my luck. Well, I could always get them back... the fun way." He grinned, and grabbed a lengthy chain from a chest at the foot of his bed. If he was going to go near the blasted puddles, he would at least stay clean. At least, he would try to stay clean.

Yori, hearing someone approach, turned quickly to see Fai coming in through the doors below the mezzamine.
She smiled at him, his rugged, yet refined appearance, complemented with his feathery white-blonde hair was something of a friends impression, while, at the same time, she could tell, just by looking at him, that he was far past being suited for his job as a thief.
"Hello, Fai-san," she replied contently, smiling slightly with eyes closed and head bowed in respect, before turning up to look at him once more.
"Have you just recently finished one of your missions?" she asked, putting extra emphasis on the word 'mission' which, for someone of this group, could mean many things.

[[- Thankyou for interacting with my charatcer, NightmareAlchemist, this makes it much easier for me to role-play, whereas opposed to simply talking to myself all the time, is more like writing a story, than role-playing. -]]

Kagami woke from the sun filtering in through the sheer, light green curtains of her quarters in the theater. Her wide, earthen colored eyes slowly adjusted to the light before she rolled over, emerging from the warm, ivory down comforter and set her bare feet upon the cold floor. The chill of the floorboards brought strange comfort to her aching feet. Her nose scrunched up, noting the mild stuffiness of having kept the room closed off in her absence. The faint mauve hue of her nightgown contrasted against her newly tanned skin. Her toes curled and the maiden took a rare moment to sit, hunched at the edge of her messily arrayed bed before rising in search of a stick of naga champa incense.

She had returned to the sanctuary only that evening through the veil of night, unseen by any of her peers. The youth moved with awkwardness unfamiliar to her graceful step from the sore muscles bundled up at her shoulders and in her legs. On her desk, there sat a deer leather sack filled with silver and a few gold pieces, the fee of mercenary work.

Kagami watched the smoke rise from the incense a moment before dressing and readying for the day. She was rather excited at the idea of seeing a familiar face once again.

[-Randomly hugs every member of TITR-]