Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The sounds of a Carbuncle Wall Clock. The room was dark, save for a single candle. A poster was laid out on a desk. A figure was sitting behind the desk. Green eyes, glowing. They would fall upon the poster. Fingers would tap the desk.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A glance up, eyes piercing the darkness. Her lips would curl, revealing a fang. "Go to every single bar, pub, inn, or otherwise patron-gathering locale and rip every single one of these down."
Hushed whispers, various individuals discussing such a thing to one another. There is a pause, before each gives a low, respective bow.
"Hai, Hijiri Denka. And what of the woman responsible...?"
A slam of a fist upon the desk. Green eyes would begin to bleed red, as the woman stands abruptly. She adjusts her choker, and fits her blades into her belt. A trained assassin. A shinobi. She turns toward the door, clenching her teeth.
"Oh, I will handle Miss Spahro personally..."
With that, she vanishes in an instant. The manipulation of space and time, the immediate placement from one locale to another? Nearly a plaything for a shinobi of her skill. But what was not so simple, was her boiling blood and rising anger. Especially at a time like this.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A glance up, eyes piercing the darkness. Her lips would curl, revealing a fang. "Go to every single bar, pub, inn, or otherwise patron-gathering locale and rip every single one of these down."
Hushed whispers, various individuals discussing such a thing to one another. There is a pause, before each gives a low, respective bow.
"Hai, Hijiri Denka. And what of the woman responsible...?"
A slam of a fist upon the desk. Green eyes would begin to bleed red, as the woman stands abruptly. She adjusts her choker, and fits her blades into her belt. A trained assassin. A shinobi. She turns toward the door, clenching her teeth.
"Oh, I will handle Miss Spahro personally..."
With that, she vanishes in an instant. The manipulation of space and time, the immediate placement from one locale to another? Nearly a plaything for a shinobi of her skill. But what was not so simple, was her boiling blood and rising anger. Especially at a time like this.
