[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.

Comments

[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?"