#muse;hwang

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@lightning-whirlwind

“I know you and your merry little band of misfits mean no harm, but I don’t think you need my sister. “ His voice was stern as he stood in front of the small female. DoHwang was possessive over what little family he had left, obviously, he felt some sort of threat when it came to members of the Seven Swordsmen, even if it didn’t show.   “Why don’t you tell Kushimaru the deal is off hm? She needs to stay by the clan's side, not yours. “ 

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@smokemouthed continued from XXXX

“Pity- I think I knew her once back in the academy.” Hwang noted and settled on his desk with his fingers knitted over one of his crossed legs. “I guess we’re all destined to die though hm?  We just never know how... Unfortunately, I can only confirm the head, the rest will have to go to the other captain under me.”  He held a hand out for the scroll- only taking it when it was handed to him before running his fingers over the paper. “I do have a request for you Omni- Seeing as my sister isn’t around right now I’ll need some help. Would you mind?” 

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“I should make a new mask at some point- My last one was crushed.” 

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@mordereme It’s been a while since Hwang was actually able to travel outside of the village walls, his new disability made it hard to function properly for a while. But with his healing came time to learn how to fend for himself again, so he took a metaphorical nosedive back out of the nest. He held a little mechanical device up to his ear, listening to it beep as it gave him an idea where he was. This definitely helped those who were blind and too stubborn to give up their shinobi life, he was somewhere in the land of fire. Good enough he guessed. Thankfully this wasn’t a mission but more along the lines of a personal test to see where he stood in his own health and abilities.