[Thread] [Yamanaka Ino and Shampoo]
Who: Yamanaka Ino & Shampoo
What: They meet to "discuss" their feelings, respectively, over Shampoo's engagement to Seto Kaiba.
When: After this
Where: Courtyard.
Rating: PG-13, for whacky violence, right? ;D
Shampoo had closed her journal with a prim neatness she often used when executing small details of her life. Such as folding the bed sheets, gutting fish, and putting pesky young upstarts in their place. Considering she was going to go through the effort of the last, she determined it may as well be affirmed in her actions until that point.
She'd dressed semi-formally, for her tribe, using the breastplate for battle and the belted red robes which were dark enough to mask any blood should such occur -- on either end. Shampoo would be wary. Little as she thought of the other woman personally, she was unfamiliar with her as a fighter. As a warrior herself, she knew better than to let personal contempt cloud her ability to judge another's talent. Most the time.
Waiting for the other to appear in the courtyard, leaning non-chalantly on a metal and wood pole that she'd chosen as her weapon. In most cases, it also served as an excellent walking stick.
Truth be told, Shampoo had just been using it as such. Prior to her fiancee's little mouse trying to grow fangs, Shampoo had been finalizing her own details on the masquerade.
Most beneficial to learn her love's precious one had shown up. Goodness knew if his stubbornness would start accepting truth with Mokuba's attendance or not. In the meantime... Shampoo smiled. She had a mouse to catch.
What: They meet to "discuss" their feelings, respectively, over Shampoo's engagement to Seto Kaiba.
When: After this
Where: Courtyard.
Rating: PG-13, for whacky violence, right? ;D
Shampoo had closed her journal with a prim neatness she often used when executing small details of her life. Such as folding the bed sheets, gutting fish, and putting pesky young upstarts in their place. Considering she was going to go through the effort of the last, she determined it may as well be affirmed in her actions until that point.
She'd dressed semi-formally, for her tribe, using the breastplate for battle and the belted red robes which were dark enough to mask any blood should such occur -- on either end. Shampoo would be wary. Little as she thought of the other woman personally, she was unfamiliar with her as a fighter. As a warrior herself, she knew better than to let personal contempt cloud her ability to judge another's talent. Most the time.
Waiting for the other to appear in the courtyard, leaning non-chalantly on a metal and wood pole that she'd chosen as her weapon. In most cases, it also served as an excellent walking stick.
Truth be told, Shampoo had just been using it as such. Prior to her fiancee's little mouse trying to grow fangs, Shampoo had been finalizing her own details on the masquerade.
Most beneficial to learn her love's precious one had shown up. Goodness knew if his stubbornness would start accepting truth with Mokuba's attendance or not. In the meantime... Shampoo smiled. She had a mouse to catch.