Viola shrugged, making note of the sun. She would need get to work soon herself. A year sounded like enough time to gather all the information she needed for traveling outside of the world.
She would also giggle, watching the boy helplessly scamper for clothes. She would give a point to the kitchen, blinking at the time frame he gave her.
"I think a year will suffice...I'll make sure to learn a lot more about the outside world in that time." Viola spoke gently, making room for him to exit the bed safely. Would her decision change in a years time?
Post by Hono Uzumaki on Jan 5, 2015 17:26:49 GMT -8
Minaru slipped his pants on, one leg at a time. He pulled on his shirt that smelled fresh and clean; the scent was refreshing. He was so use to the stall smell of sweat and soot. After traveling by foot day to day, one tends to get dirty.
"I'll be back, don't forget me. Okay?" he grinned as his Mangekyo Sharingan, the one which sat in his left eye socket, activated. The circles overlapping themselves began to glow as he took a few steps back. "Stay back, I am not too sure how this works yet, last time I didn't even leave the village." he gave a nod before his eye bled slightly. "Kamui!" a black orb shot out from his iris as a large whirlpool began to form. Spiraling arms that mimicked the galaxies in space. His form began to melt away and faded into the black of the void as the figure vanished in a blink.
[Exits to Shifting Sands]
Character List:
Uzumaki, Hono - Grand Leader of the Uzumaki & the Seven-Tails Jinchuuriki
Viola kept herself a fair distance away, jumping a bit as she saw the events transpire by the bedroom door. It was confusing to say the least. In one instance he was smiling in front of her and the next gone completely. She felt odd.
What could she do to start being apart of this strange team she was in? How was she supposed to live out her duties? There were only two goals she had. She had to live those out while she was there. The time she had left she needed to prove to everyone that life the way they were living now was flawed.
Viola kept her kneels to her chest, thinking. She could start collecting medical supplies now to lower suspicion. A little here and there never looks out of place. And traveling gear, a bag there, a bag there...she nodded to herself gently. She needed to make sure everything was in order. Three days after the first time she joined the medical unit would be her day of departure.
As Viola watched the sun rise, she missed work that very day. Contemplating life as it stood now, she decided for her own personal records her birthday would now come at the end of the year. Something symbolic about it would allow her life to start anew.
At the passing days would come, she would slowly begin to gather intel and wares. This day next year would most likely come quick. She needed to be prepared for it all; even if it led her to death.