[Open] Patrol Duty Blows

[abluntwind]

Who: Temari and anyone wandering
When: August 16-31.
Where: Along the northern border.
What: Sentenced to patrol duty, she runs into people.

If she wasn't chained to a desk, it stood to reason that she'd get border patrol. One semi-bungled mission and Temari found herself village bound and bored. Add that border patrol often involved long stretches of watch sand move and pale faced travellers double check their water supply and you had a solid picture of what Temari expected until she was free. People surprisingly enough seemed fairly intelligent about not trying to escape into a desert if running from surrounding countries and what sane person wanted to attack a country that was as dangerous as hers? No at best she was looking forward to a few caravan mishaps, and cranky merchants arguing.

Most days she can be found patrolling her assigned section of the northern border, quietly fuming as she picks apart all the different ways border patrol could have been avoided in the first place.

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August 17th

[incubi_abel]

Abel had watched the shinobi reluctantly patrolling the border between Wind and Rain as he wandered along his own patrol route. He wasn't sure why he had chosen to patrol along Wind this time instead of closer to Fire, but now it seemed another was sharing his route to an extent.

Quietly and carefully, he slipped over the border, stashing the rain cloak in a pair of trees to be retrieved later, and approached her. Perhaps she had some information that could be shared.

[abluntwind]

If there's anything useful to be said about boredom, it's that her lack of anything to focus on means she notices that the border has been crossed by another shinobi fairly quickly. One hand landing on the butt of her fan as she turns. Teal eyes watching as he approaches; wary.

There were protocols to follow about foreign shinobi just crossing without notice. While it's a single shinobi she wasn't about to let herself be caught with her guard down. "State your purpose."

[incubi_abel]

Abel paused far enough away to bow in greeting. "Information," he remarked as he straightened. "I am Abel of Ame and was wondering if you knew of anything that my Lord should be aware of regarding the border."

There were no hostilities between their countries, and if there was a sandstorm due any time soon, then Nagato would be warned.

[abluntwind]

"No." She says it flatly. There were far easier ways to get information than coming up on a shinobi given border duty. Common sense she would be more suspicious of any unfamiliar shinobi approaching her. Though her answer was as much and answer to his request as an outright denial of having any information to share.

[incubi_abel]

Abel inclined his head in acceptance. "Then allow me to share a bit of my own," he offered before pointing to the north. "There's a severe thunderstorm heading that direction that should reach the desert in about two days."

It was harmless information but it would allow any along the border to be prepared if it turned into a sandstorm once it hit the desert.

August 24th

[lostmarauder]

He needed a better hat. It was a mantra in his mind, and he mourned that his own wide brimmed, shoulder shading rice hat had been destroyed in a sandstorm on his trip to this area, and all he had left was a highly inadequate little thing that left his face to burn in weird places, and his neck to itch like mad with the heat of sunburn. It was miserable, but he was almost to the desert village, and he could deliver what he'd been sent with, the long way, always the long way because his oh so gracious leader preferred to let his shinobi fly under the radar as much as possible. But then he could patch his supplies and get out of the desert. He would be so happy to be out of the desert.

But apparently there was going to be a person between him and that goal and he sincerely hoped she was friendly as he refused to halt his slog past her.

[abluntwind]

Twice in two weeks she came across someone that shouldn't technically be there. It was like a new tradition to drive her crazy. Shinobi crossing the border wasn't unusual but usually she had some forewarning of what village and how many to look for. This was not the case here.

"Name, village and purpose." She demands flatly once she's close enough. He doesn't look like he's well prepared for traversing the desert between his reddening complexion and cranky expression. When are people going to learn that crossing a desert is not something to take on lightly?

[lostmarauder]

"Pettigrew, Oto, delivery." He didn't stop walking either, clearly determined to just get and get gone because he was so done.

[abluntwind]

She lifts an eyebrow at him. Under other circumstances she'd listen to her instincts about him not being a threat, but then in months passed shinobi weren't just up and disappearing either. So she holds out a hand to tell him to stop. "Who is the delivery for?"

[lostmarauder]

"It's for Minamoto, who I believe is a jounin? Now, excuse me?"

[abluntwind]

She nods recognizing the name of the jounin. She doesn't actually know the woman, but she's heard of her. "Okay?"

[lostmarauder]

He peered at her for a moment, then sighed softly, shoulders drooping. "My hat got eaten by a sandstorm, I have burns in places I almost never have burns at, and I got told I had to come the long way because I had multiple deliveries between seal points."

[abluntwind]

She snorts, there is no pity in her for people unprepared for desert travel. Though she is curious as to why he has burns in places he wouldn't normally. Just what we're you doing delivery boy? She tilts her head, hand resting on her hip, "That's unfortunate."

[lostmarauder]

"Right. So, excuse me." Then he stepped to the side, clearly determined to be on his way.

[abluntwind]

"Cute." She steps into his path again eyebrows raised. Ask nicely Peter.

[lostmarauder]

He took a deep breath and dug for more formal politeness. "Suna-sama, may I continue to my objective please?"

[abluntwind]

She smiles all teeth and barely restrained amusement. "Of course. Watch out for snakes." She moves out of his path to let him pass. That wasn't so difficult was it Mr. Extra Crispy.