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Sabaku no Temari | 05 | [In Person]

Aug 15, 2011 20:19

[They were finally away from the guards and the cells, something she was infinitely thankful for. More so for the fact that her fan was back and she didn't have to take shit from anyone else anymore.

Propping herself back against a tree, she spread her fan before her, cleaning the filth that had accumulated on the ribs and leaf. Sweeping the cloth ( Read more... )

comment: rokudo mukuro, plot: truth week, sabaku no temari

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pickldpineapple August 16 2011, 03:22:37 UTC

[And there behind her stands Mukuro. Grinning wickedly, trident in hand, and his right eye is now a deep blood-red, should she look at it closely the kanji numeral 6 replaces the spot where a pupil would be.]

Well it's good to see the little brat was grown up enough to make it here all by herself.

suna_bitch August 16 2011, 03:28:01 UTC

[Turning, a grin spread across her face. She could do with a good fight after being on lockdown...a shame it had to be this arrogant ass though. Not moving, she closed the fan with a quick flick of her wrist.]

The same could be said for you. Good to see that you didn't chicken out and run with your tail between your legs~.

pickldpineapple August 16 2011, 05:05:42 UTC

Please, it's a disgrace that you even consider that I back down from fighting something as insignificant as you. The weakest dogs always bark the loudest, kufufufufufu.

[He swishes some hair from his face, and returns his cold glare to Temari, making quite sure she's quite aware of just how much he's looking down upon her.]

Come now, I do not have all night. I am feeling generous tonight, so I will allow you the first move.

suna_bitch August 16 2011, 05:21:16 UTC

[The only sign that what he said truly bothered her, was her grin faltering a bit. Oh, she'd take great joy in hurting him...he'd beg for mercy by the time she was done.

Standing smoothly, she opened her fan. first things first, she needed to put some distance between them unless she wanted to get caught in the crossfire.] Your funeral~. If I were you, I'd quit now, while you're ahead. [Placing the fan in front of her, she grinned once before closing it, herself, and her fan disappearing from sight.

Keeping silent, she was suddenly four trees back and high enough in the branches a normal person would have trouble locating her.]

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