[Closed] A Meeting of the Minds

[incubi_abel]

Who: Abel Nightroad and Sephiroth
When: June BGS 13
Where: Training grounds of Kirigakure
What: Abel and Sephiroth are sent to meet their new teammate. Each other.



Abel made it to the designated training ground with nearly a quarter of an hour to spare based on the note that had been delivered to the clan house that morning. It had been a simple with terse instructions to come to this location to meet with his new teammate. Shaking his head, Abel had to wonder who this teammate was only to softly growl as a lock of shoulder length silver hair escaped the tail he had pulled his hair back in. He was working on growing his hair out so he could braid it and hide weapons in it. He couldn't rely on his blood line all the time after all.

Leaning against the nearby tree, he absently twirled a senbon through his fingers as he waited for the mysterious teammate. He was glad it was at least a nice day in Kirigakure weather wise. He would have hated to wait in the rain.

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[silverterror]

He'd lost a teammate in battle the week before, which would have been worse if it hadn't been the oldest, and thus most rebellious, of the members of his team. Someone who refused to listen to their commander, no matter the age, deserved what they got when they went about doing it the way that man had.

Sephiroth was not sorry to see him go. Still, when he came to the meeting area, slightly early, and there was someone already there? He wasn't sure if he was being mocked. One feline eye skimmed over highly familiar silver hair, something he thought more unique given the pale white most clans had, then shook it off.

It didn't matter. Instead, he should be more interested that the boy looked about his age. Perhaps this one wouldn't think himself too good to listen. "How early were you?"

[incubi_abel]

Abel straightened as the other shinobi approached, and he tilted his head as he looked at the other. Silver hair? Yet he wasn't of the Nightroad clan because Abel would have remembered those eyes.

"A quarter of an hour before the note requested," Abel replied before politely bowing to the other. "Abel Nightroad."

[silverterror]

"Sephiroth." He didn't mention his clan name... then again he never did. They had been a bit late trying to claim him, and he had no intention of rewarding their delay by adding to their reputation. "Rank?"

[incubi_abel]

"Jounin," Abel said, wondering just why Sephiroth was out here. Surely he wasn't the new teammate was he?

[silverterror]

"You're my new subordinate then." He let out a sigh, looking him over with a dispassionate gaze. "Be worth the time I'll put into you."

[incubi_abel]

Abel hummed, wanting to huff in irritation at that comment but didn't want to come across as arrogant. "I am not one to slack when it comes to a job."

While always trying to get better with his skills, he knew he had a ways to go before he could try to master his bloodline. Whatever that hidden skill was.

[silverterror]

"It's not slacking that I've had an issue with." He looked him over, pressing his lips together as he realized the other was actually... taller than him...

Ugh. "It's disobedience."

[incubi_abel]

"I obey orders," Abel stated, an offended frown on his face. "I may have to get creative in how I carry them out depending on the situation, but I obey."

[silverterror]

"I've dealt with many who prefer not to listen to me because they presume they know better. They tend to not last."

[incubi_abel]

Abel shrugged a shoulder, trying hard not to sigh in disappointment. "Then I'll have to prove with my actions instead of my words."

Once more, he was being measured to others and found lacking.

[silverterror]

He lifted his chin, straightening his shoulders. "The other three people in my unit are chunin, and hostile, understood?"

[incubi_abel]

"Hostile in what way?" Abel asked, straightening himself. If it was openly hostile, he could deal with it. If it was just ignoring him and badmouthing him behind his back, he'd do his best to fix the first part and ignore the second.

[silverterror]

"Violent, dismissive, it depends on the day and mood. They won't do it to me, but they'll do it to you."

[incubi_abel]

"How hard can I put them down if they try violence against me?" he inquired. He hadn't made it as far as he had by being stupid, and he was very tired of the non-bloodlines sneering down at him.

[silverterror]

"Nothing that would put them in a hospital." It was simply stated. "I get sent the troublemakers, typically."

[incubi_abel]

"Then I shall defend myself without putting them in the hospital or preventing them from accomplishing their duties," Abel remarked. He did wonder why he was being partnered with Sephiroth if the other was usually given troublemakers.

[silverterror]

"So what is it you do?" He looked him over. "I didn't read your file."

[incubi_abel]

"I have my bloodline, an affinity for electical jutsus and the usual training all shinobi have," Abel remarked as he focused on quieting his presence and chakra as a demonstration to the other.

[silverterror]

"And? You're a jounin. How did you get there?" He obviously was looking for something, though what wasn't as clear.

[incubi_abel]

Abel narrowed his eyes at Sephiroth. "How did you get to jounin?" he countered. "Hard work and persistance."

[silverterror]

"I got to jounin by being an exceptionally good and resourceful killer." He tilted his head. "And them needing someone powerful enough to control the less controllable bloodlines."

[incubi_abel]

Abel shrugged and spread his hands. "I'm not sure what you're demanding of me, Sephiroth. Unless it's a sparring session to see how good I am."

It wouldn't be the first time and certainly not the last he had been challenged just to see what he could do.

[silverterror]

"And you ended up in my team by being perfectly levelheaded and without harming previous teammates?"

[incubi_abel]

Rolling his eyes, Abel twirled the senbon in his fingers before slicing his wrist. In a few seconds, he was holding his blood scythe. "I have a feeling they believe I may be one of those bloodlines that need supervision because I freak them out."

[silverterror]

He examined him for a long moment, then huffed a breath, flicking his hair over his shoulder so it was behind him. "How old are you?"

[incubi_abel]

"Eleven," Abel replied, letting the blood scythe be reabsorbed into his body. "Yet old enough to be a jounin."

He hummed and eyed the other silver. Sephiroth looked about the same age, maybe, or even half a decade older. It was hard to tell actually. "How old are you?"

[silverterror]

"Twelve." He swept his hands down over his jacket and straightened. His age would probably be more clear if he weren't so proportionally tiny.

[incubi_abel]

Abel inclined ins head before bowing to the older boy.

"What do you wish from this meeting?" he inquired politely. To be twelve, a jounin, and the head of a team was quite impressive. Abel was actually looking forward to learning from him.

[silverterror]

He scanned his eyes over him, and his voice was very quiet. He made no move to return the bow. "I simply wished to see exactly what it was I'll have with you."

[incubi_abel]

"And what do you see?" Abel inquired as he straightened. He was rather curious to know what the other's opinion of him was.

[silverterror]

"I see... someone not entirely without merit of some kind to work from."

[incubi_abel]

Abel inclined his head, accepting the praise. "I look forward to learning from you and with you."

[silverterror]

He hummed, then spun on his heel, waving for him to follow, demeanor crisp even with his smaller stature. "I want to spar with you."

[incubi_abel]

Rolling his eyes behind the other silver's back, Abel followed, keeping an eye on where they were going. Just because Sephiroth didn't mean him any harm, that didn't mean there wasn't anyone else that did.

[silverterror]

He could practically feel the reaction and lifted his chin. THere was no point commenting on it, either he'd learn to deal with him or he wouldn't. "Water or land?"