Oh, now that was interesting.... He'd seen the water dragon coming from Kisame, too. But again, substance and style, strength and grace.... The two seemed to have quite different styles, at least at first glance--it was readily apparent that he would want to move fast and stay moving if he had to engage. Do something to trip them up or incapacitate them, if only for a few moments to gain the upper hand.... He slipped his blowpipe into the pouch strapped to his leg, preloaded with a poisoned senbon.
Still though, the practice drew his eye, and he shivered a little with the cold, starting to grow concerned. This one, by their hitai-ate, didn't come from a village where it was standard practice to learn ice manipulation. No, this had to be the Hyoton, that deadly gift from the Land of Water. As beautiful as the patterns were, he didn't like the idea of the flora around him being frozen....
Soon though, Zetsu found himself tensing as the shinobi came closer to the shoreline--and in the process, closer to his vantage point. Had he been spotted? It didn't look like it, but then, he knew very well how looks could be deceiving. And forewarning, for that matter--this cloak, while beneficial in some ways, was also a red flag drawing hostility. The plant-nin hurriedly shrugged out of it and tucked it into the crook of a branch, leaving himself uncovered from the waist up, save for the hitai-ate tied around his chest, a deep scratch marring the Kusagakure symbol. Everything else was fairly nondescript, so he didn't hesitate to drop from his hiding place as the stranger reached the shoreline, landing on his feet and fixing them with a cautious gaze.
Haku paused in his movements as he heard someone land on the shoreline behind him, his current patterns half finished. With care, he turned to face whoever had been watching, mentally berating himself for being so involved that he had never noticed the stranger approach. He didn't drop the patterns he had been working on.
The effeminate shinobi found himself looking the stranger up and down, taking note of what he saw before him. Kusagakure hitai-ate, scratched in the manner of the nuke-nin, no shirt...But such nice abs~, a plant, a fly trap, that seemed to sprout from the shoulders. Explains the lack of a shirt. Haku finally settled for locking his warm brown eyes with the strangers yellow ones.
What a strange shinobi, he thought.
"May I help you?" Haku asked, finally, his voice warm, friendly, and more than curious. The young Hunter was always open and friendly, unless Zabuza's order led him to be otherwise.
So, their patterns stayed up even when distracted.... That was a mark of good mental discipline. And also a factor that would drain chakra faster, he noted. Not an intelligent thing to do for a shinobi that had been surprised--if they had hostile intentions, he probably would have already been attacked, or noticed them preparing a defense.
The signals were enough to make him feel a little more at ease as he met the stranger's gaze, eyes pulsing briefly with a brighter yellow glow. There was no hostility in his eyes or stance--not even his scent. Now that he was close enough to smell the young man, there could be no doubt that he was a male despite his delicate feminine appearance, and that he wasn't immediately readying himself for conflict.
"We doubt it." Zetsu murmured impassively, voice cool and weary, almost uncaring.
That side's commentary was ignored in favor of leaning forward a little, voice at a normal conversational level and more clearly interested. "We're curious. How does a Hyoton-user find themselves training in such distant lands?"
Still though, the practice drew his eye, and he shivered a little with the cold, starting to grow concerned. This one, by their hitai-ate, didn't come from a village where it was standard practice to learn ice manipulation. No, this had to be the Hyoton, that deadly gift from the Land of Water. As beautiful as the patterns were, he didn't like the idea of the flora around him being frozen....
Soon though, Zetsu found himself tensing as the shinobi came closer to the shoreline--and in the process, closer to his vantage point. Had he been spotted? It didn't look like it, but then, he knew very well how looks could be deceiving. And forewarning, for that matter--this cloak, while beneficial in some ways, was also a red flag drawing hostility. The plant-nin hurriedly shrugged out of it and tucked it into the crook of a branch, leaving himself uncovered from the waist up, save for the hitai-ate tied around his chest, a deep scratch marring the Kusagakure symbol. Everything else was fairly nondescript, so he didn't hesitate to drop from his hiding place as the stranger reached the shoreline, landing on his feet and fixing them with a cautious gaze.
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The effeminate shinobi found himself looking the stranger up and down, taking note of what he saw before him. Kusagakure hitai-ate, scratched in the manner of the nuke-nin, no shirt...But such nice abs~, a plant, a fly trap, that seemed to sprout from the shoulders. Explains the lack of a shirt. Haku finally settled for locking his warm brown eyes with the strangers yellow ones.
What a strange shinobi, he thought.
"May I help you?" Haku asked, finally, his voice warm, friendly, and more than curious. The young Hunter was always open and friendly, unless Zabuza's order led him to be otherwise.
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The signals were enough to make him feel a little more at ease as he met the stranger's gaze, eyes pulsing briefly with a brighter yellow glow. There was no hostility in his eyes or stance--not even his scent. Now that he was close enough to smell the young man, there could be no doubt that he was a male despite his delicate feminine appearance, and that he wasn't immediately readying himself for conflict.
"We doubt it." Zetsu murmured impassively, voice cool and weary, almost uncaring.
That side's commentary was ignored in favor of leaning forward a little, voice at a normal conversational level and more clearly interested. "We're curious. How does a Hyoton-user find themselves training in such distant lands?"
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