[Action Thread] Do or Die [Ibiko, Zabuya]

[devil_zabuya]

Set some time after this.
Crap. Her buzz was wearing off. She didn't know what exactly had possessed her to drink with that strange man; she supposed it must have been the boredom. Besides, she had really needed those drinks.This place was interesting; first some bratty girl who smelled like dogs having the gall to taunt her, then a strange boy

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[cruel_n_unusual]

Morino Ibiko was, to put it simply, not amused. But then again, one would argue she never is. However, when things dealt with a certain "purple-haired weird guy" that more or less made Ibiko want to slit his throat then bandage it up, it was safe to assume that the jounin was more than a little addled.

With that in mind, it was perhaps not so odd to see her walking down the halls of T&I with a look on her face that clearly meant a long and painful death for whosoever decided to get stupid and so much as ask her about it. However, to those that cared to watch her a little more closely would notice, they might notice the slight edge in her usual blank gaze, or the way her jaw was set, or the stiffness in her walk

[devil_zabuya]

Zabuya closely examined the woman entering. From the looks of it, she understood what Hell meant.
But when she saw the bottle of shochu set down, she grinned at the other woman, showing sharp teeth.
"Thanks, but I had some alreeady."

[cruel_n_unusual]

That was expected, of course. But hardly an emotion passed over Ibiko's marred face, save for perhaps even more indifference.

"Suit yourself then," she replied evenly enough. She tipped the bottle back, taking a healthy gulp for herself before taking a seat on the metal chair and leaning back, bottle of shochu dangling loosely from her fingers.

She licked at her lips, tongue roughly passing over the scar there, as she regarded the women quietly.

"Rumor has it you like it here," Ibiko began in even tones. Dark, narrow eyes glanced around the small room disinterestedly. "Can't imagine why."

[devil_zabuya]

The woman smirked. She had expected--whoever the hell that guy was, she never did catch his name--to tell whoever the hell he was working for something; she wasn't stupid. How much, exactly, had she told him? Well, she'd probably find out soon enough. He was a clever enough kid, and he had been pleasant enough to spend whatever time he had been there with. Time really flies by when you're drunk. She'd forgotten.
She shrugged and looked evenly at the other woman. Better play nice; she didn't want to get Kakami, who for some reason had saved her, into trouble. Still, it unnerved her. Since when did she give anything up? Kakami was the only one that she had lost to in life, and even when defeat was imminent, she had refused to surrender.
But there was also the matter of that woman. She grit her teeth at the thought. Haku. And there was that strange block in her mind.
So she shrugged again and stared. "It's better than Hell."