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sunshineverse2015-06-25 09:38 pm
pursuitoftruth) wrote in sunshineverse2015-06-25 09:38 pm
Shishito Nanako's Day Off
Who: Nanako, and you!
Where: Around Kirigakure
When: Mid-June
Notes: A leisurely day of shopping, training, and who knows what else for one of the new military dictators. Feel free to pick a specific setting
She had grown too used to life in the bowels of T&I; that was the first thing she noticed.
Nanako had become accustomed to artificial light, to seeing plants only in the greenhouse she had requisitioned years ago, to spending her days behind a desk or over a bloody, broken body begging for mercy. The last point hadn't changed very much, but there was something tantalizing about having the freedom to walk the streets again. Arguably, she was even more of a target for elimination now than she had been as the Head of her Department, but that hardly dampened her mood.
If anything, it was thrilling; laying waste to the silk-swathed trash that had dared to try and make a scape goat out of her dear Secchan had brought back fond memories of the war. She kept herself in excellent condition, naturally, but there was just no substitute for proper carnage and a straight fight to the death. She had been swept into Intelligence work almost as soon as she was ranked high enough, and while she had loved her old job...
Well. There was something to be said for being able to drift in and out of shops, and to be able to take her Darling to a proper training field again.
Where: Around Kirigakure
When: Mid-June
Notes: A leisurely day of shopping, training, and who knows what else for one of the new military dictators. Feel free to pick a specific setting
She had grown too used to life in the bowels of T&I; that was the first thing she noticed.
Nanako had become accustomed to artificial light, to seeing plants only in the greenhouse she had requisitioned years ago, to spending her days behind a desk or over a bloody, broken body begging for mercy. The last point hadn't changed very much, but there was something tantalizing about having the freedom to walk the streets again. Arguably, she was even more of a target for elimination now than she had been as the Head of her Department, but that hardly dampened her mood.
If anything, it was thrilling; laying waste to the silk-swathed trash that had dared to try and make a scape goat out of her dear Secchan had brought back fond memories of the war. She kept herself in excellent condition, naturally, but there was just no substitute for proper carnage and a straight fight to the death. She had been swept into Intelligence work almost as soon as she was ranked high enough, and while she had loved her old job...
Well. There was something to be said for being able to drift in and out of shops, and to be able to take her Darling to a proper training field again.