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Post by Saito Hiryuu on Jun 21, 2013 16:11:01 GMT -5
He turned in his chair to face the row of windows behind his seat and look out across the village. Mounds of papers still begged for his attention on his desk but he just couldn't seem to concentrate on them for once. He felt like he was forgetting something. That something being much more important than any of the papers that he needed to look through as well.
Standing up from his chair he walked around the stone structure to the long wall of windows. As he walked he was careful not to lift his bare feet up too high off of the ground unless he wanted trip over the folds of his trousers. Once he was at the windows he looked out over the village, however he wasn't looking at the village per say, but rather the mountain tops in the distance. Something seemed rather off to him and for some reason he couldn't help but think of the peaks when ever he tried to pin point the problem.
Several moments passed as Hiryuu stood there staring out the window. At some moment one of his assistants entered the room and he yelled at the top of his lungs, not at her, but rather at the exclamation of what he had finally happened to discover that moment. "SHIT!" His assistant gawked at him as the Tsuchikage placed his cloth covered hands on the windows bringing his face closer to the pane.
He really couldn't believe what he saw, but at the same time he knew it would be coming sooner or later. Black smoking was drifting upwards from one of the mountain's peaks and was just barely visible to the village it towered over.
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Post by Tsubasa Masumi on Jun 21, 2013 21:42:08 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 15px; background-color: 222222;] It had been a long day already. She had been traveling since before sunrise, hoping to reach Iwagakure at a somewhat decent hour. It was only due to her extensive training in speed that she had managed it so quickly; if her pace had been slower, it would have taken her at least another hour and a half to return. And while that still would have qualified as 'a decent hour,' she wasn't the most patient of people. Not to mention that the sooner she could turn in this mission report and get back to her apartment for a nice, long shower and some decent rest. She wasn't able to sleep very often, but right now, the chunin felt like she could get a full twelve hours in. It wasn't likely to happen, but she could hope, couldn't she?
Masumi sighed, brushing another bit of dust off her formerly-pristine white shirt. It was actually looking a bit more gray than white at the moment, come to think of it. Wonderful. This would be the third shirt that she had practically ruined on missions just this month. Well, at least this one had the potential to be salvaged. The one that had been set on fire and the one that had been ripped to shreds weren't quite as lucky.
She had spoken to one of the Tsuchikage's assistants, and the woman had agreed to escort her to his office so she could give him the report personally, as her mission had gone a bit awry. It had still been successfully completed, of course, but her attention had been diverted by a particularly troublesome bandit and his little pack of friends. Normally, she wouldn't have bothered to stop and get rid of them - the ones she saw, anyway; for each bandit you saw there were probably five more you didn't see - but the village they had been terrorizing was close to Iwagakure. And they had exhibited rudimentary shinobi training, with a passing knowledge of most of the basics, and that could have meant their leader was a nukenin. So she assumed that the Yondaime would want to know about it. It hadn't exactly been part of her mission, so she didn't want to write in a footnote about it in her report, and it was better to just tell him in person, anyway. God knows you can't trust people to deliver your notes or anything.
Her reaction to the man's loud obscenity was to blink and clear her throat. "Excuse me, Tsuchikage-sama... is now a good time to have a word with you, or should I return later?" | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 120px; padding: 15px; background-color: 666666;] 439 WORDS |
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Post by Saito Hiryuu on Jun 21, 2013 22:09:58 GMT -5
It took him several moments to actually stop staring at the distant volcano and notice the reflections on the window next to his own. He had heard the door click open and the footsteps of people entering, but he actually wasn't paying them any attention. That is until now. Turning on the ball of his foot he hadn't wiped the worried expression off of his face just yet. "Is this a good time?" The corner of his mouth twitched as he put on an uneasy smile. Unveiling his right hand from within the folds of his clothing he jabbed a pale thumb at the scenery behind him. "Maeda come here a moment," He referred to her last name like he did most people he wasn't too close to.
Turning half way this time he looked back out over to the mountain-scape. "Look out over the mountains in the distance and tell me what you see." Almost as soon as he said that an audible gasp was heard in the room from Hiryuu's assistant. She already knew without even asking exactly what he was referring to, however he would wait several moments before telling the chuunin what he had seen whether or not she got it herself, "Smoke... Black Smoke.... Coming from the Peaks." He gritted his teeth, he didn't like what that meant even if there were channels to direct it away from the village.
"Sorry, I know you came because you've just returned from your mission, however, I have something I must do." He pointed out to the mountain in particular that worried him with his still uncovered hand, "That one has the darkest smoke, and I fear it may be close to erupting." Yes it was decided now, even if he had to open a channel in the side of the mountain itself, he would figure a way to keep the channels from over flowing. At this rate though, he would only hope he wouldn't be too late.
Turning away from the window now he began to move towards the door in order to depart, "Sorry for blowing you off like this, however I cannot let this delay any further. If you wish, just give me your report tomorrow, providing we all still have one." With that he continued on his way to leave.
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Post by Tsubasa Masumi on Jun 21, 2013 23:27:15 GMT -5
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Masumi noted his worried expression, wondering what, exactly, was plaguing him. But she didn't wonder for very long, figuring that it wasn't anything for her to be concerned about. The chunin approached at his request and peered out the window, searching the landscape for whatever he was trying to point out. It took her a moment to notice it - there, at the peaks of the mountains. Thick, dark tendrils of smoke curled from several of them, drifting upward to momentarily stain the bright blue sky. She knew what that meant - trouble, and a fair lot of it, too. "The smoke." she murmured.
"There is no need to apologize, Tsuchikage-sama. It is quite understandable to be more worried about a possible volcanic eruption than a chunin's mission report. I would much rather have the chance to live another day and give the report then." she told him, unruffled. There was no reason he absolutely had to know what she had to say right then. It would be stupid to delay him any further, and if there was one thing Masumi was not, it was stupid.
She stepped aside to let him pass, dipping her head as he did so. "There is no need to apologize. I wish you success for your mission." Most people would have wished him good luck, but she didn't see the point of that. If luck did, in fact, exist, it was incredibly fickle and tended to do more harm than good. It was better to have faith in the man's abilities instead of implying that he needed the aid of a magical or divine force to aid him.
Brushing past the distressed assistant, the chunin followed the Yondaime out of the room, intending to retire to her apartment. There was no need for her to worry about the volcano; as she saw it, she either woke up later, or she didn't, and she wasn't any better off with one outcome over the other.
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