Lazuliblur are you going to return to being Kagami someday?
You got the right blog, nonny. The short answer to that is no. ;)
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Lazuliblur are you going to return to being Kagami someday?
You got the right blog, nonny. The short answer to that is no. ;)
Enemy territory Reversed
( For @blurredsharingan to reply to if you like! ^^)
It was so dark. She couldn’t see a thing as she stumbled through the forest, trying to someone keep herself conscious by digging her nails into her bleeding arm. She had discarded the armor what felt like hours ago, when it almost had her collapse and the plates dug into the wound in her arm. The scattered pieces of the red armor would be a trail of anyone to follow, but she couldn’t bring herself to care when panic had made her heart hammer painfully.
She didn’t know how she had first been separated from her father, or how she had managed to flee the field of battle when a blade had run through her arm, rendering her unable to preform any truly useful seals. He had promised that he wouldn’t leave her side; that nothing would happen to her. She didn’t want to think of her father as a liar. Still here she was. Alone. Bleeding. Afraid, Running. But not for long as it would turn out. As something caught her foot Maeko was finally unable to get up and continue to stumble blindly through the darkness. She gasped and whimpered in pain, trying to push herself up but only ended up in draining the last of her strength. She passed out curled up into a ball, clutching her own arm and praying that she would at least wake up to see the sun one more time before she died.
:: Ten Year Old Brat
「 cont. :: X :: @blurredsharingan 」
Her eyes didn’t leave the beautiful rose garden that was growing on the Hyuga compound to know that the presence near her was unwanted. She spoke in a polite tone, to the best of her abilities before turning her gaze to a young Uchiha brat, instantly narrowing her eyes. “Why request someone to command a useless little boy to do a job that clearly only adults are capable of?” The matriarch spoke through her teeth. The boy was lucky to have been so young, otherwise she would have taught the boy some manners on who to respect in the village, blood or not.
@blurredsharingan replied to your post:ooc.
Congrats!! :D
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@blurredsharingan replied to your post:" What's wrong with your hair?"
“I’ll answer that! It’s not curly.”
“Just this once, I will refrain myself from my verbal glory in fear that you might repeat them to Hashirama’s grand daughter.” Tsk.
❝ Bad things should happen to bad people. ❞
"What are you trying to say, Kagami?" he asks, his tone acrid and clipped. "Am I to take your words at face value or is there more to it than that?"
He should be kinder, grateful for the fact that Kagami is at least trying to provide something of a distraction, but recent events were still effectively eating Torifu alive from the inside, and his normally-even temper was skewered all to hell by stress and grief alike.
He'll think over it later and most likely apologize; No sense in letting guilt over something relatively minor pick away at him as well.
"--You said you brought something to drink over. If you did, let me see it. I don't normally drink much, but at this point, I'd just be grateful for not being able to think for a while."
blurredsharingan replied to your post:I'd love to read about Maeko's first day at the...
//Well, if you ever want to plot out something in that scenario I’m game
yES PLEASE
"My pronunciation must sound really bad to you."
Mabui smiled at the statement before shaking her head. It wasn’t too hard to understand but there was clearly a difference between the two.
“It’s not too bad. Konoha and Kumo simply have different speeds. If anything I should be apologizing for speaking so quickly and possibly mixed…” Mabui laughed, running a hand through her hair.