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When one of us goes to war. We all go to war.
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Here's a limmerick There once was a team out of Haven with an outlook as black as a raven they were meant to fight BANK but our hearts all but sank WHEN WE HEARD THAT THEY'D RUN HOME AND TURNED CRAVEN
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When you realize you gotta make an IC intro post and just '...'
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Big things are coming! Stay tuned ~
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“Well in my-“

No come on girl, you know her you you’re talking to here. This is Gratia. Shoot up a Mafioso’s headquarters to get you back Gratia. Oh man.

“Something I shouldn’t have done.” I said looking down like a child who had been caught stealing. Gratia had this way of looking at someone. Whether she cared for them or not, that could make them confess all their sins faster than Jericho could get them out of you with any number of office supplies.

“And it was for a dumb reason.” I continued, knowing that the jig was up. But Hayley had been smiled at by Jericho! That was so unfair. The only time I had seen smile was…

I let out a long sigh.

“I have to give her the store and not make her move out to the wastes, huh?” I said glancing at Gratia’s statuesque face that refused to blink, breathe, react, or portray emotion. Yeah I did have to go give her the store to make up for it.

It was just that I got so angry. The only other time he had gotten so much as a grin was back on the cruise.




I studied the super spy in my bathroom. He leaned backwardss against the sink, stitching a stab wound on his right abdomen while I sat on the toilet seat. My handbag in my hand and my beautiful evening dress looking a little disheveled.

"Well the idea was, if he came in and he was the killer I'd kill him first." I said matter-of-factly to the waitor as he glanced up at me through the corner of his eye.

"How would you know he was the killer?" He asked paying more attention to the wound.

"Well the soundtrack would've alerted me probably." I said, half-joking. These spy movies always had their soundtracks.

"The...the soundtrack?" He asked, stopping and holding the needle for a second in complete bewilderment.

"you know? Ba duh, ba duh, ba duh ba duh ba duh." I said humming along to the classic tune.

"..." Oh, Jesus. He shook his head in disbelief before going back to the sewing, he wasn't doing a particularly great job, but in fairness he could barely see what he was doing. "So if you had walked in while I was listening to music and stitching myself up in there, you would have tried to kill me."

"Depends on the genre." I noted as he once again stopped and put the needle down. It seemed this conversation needed his full attention.

"The musical cue you just described is the backbone of four of my favorite six Ella Fitzgerald songs." He said staring holes through my eyes.

"Yeah well the thing about that is." I started standing up, almost triumphantly. "I didn't kill you did I?" I finished, cooly. This elicited a sarcastic chuckle from Jericho as I made my way over to the side with the stab wound. It was less of a laugh and perhaps more of a "I don't believe you." The wound was somewhat grisly.

"I was shirtless and disheveled in your bathroom. If my read on you is correct, you would have been distracted long enough for me to grab a makeshift weapon and incapacitate you had you tried." He lectuerd as I plopped my handbag beside him and got to work sewing the wound close, fixing the handiwork he had put himself through.

"But I was already holding my weapon silly." I corrected motioning towards my handbag, noticing his confusion a litle but deciding to ignore it.

"Your bathroom has seventeen that would have knocked you out long enough for me to finish stitching and sneak out." he said after a very brief moment of silence. That was quite the analysis, and he was right as far as he was aware.

"I think I may surprise you yet secret agent." I said with a small smile, dipping the needle into his flesh in order to seal the wound.

"I don't know if I want that." He responded abjectly.

"Oh you definitely don't." I assured him. "For example, you missed one of the weapon's in the room. There's eighteen."

"Enlighten me." He asked, confused, seemingly scanning the room once more.

"In the toilet filter." I replied remembering Gratia putting the handgun in the toilet filter should anything happen during the cruise.

"..." Heh. I caught the reflection of his lips curling ever so slightly into a small grin as he closed his eyes while I finished the final stitch. "Fair enough, rookie."




It’s like Gratia always said. “If you’re going to be a sociopath I’m going to have to shoot you.”

Ugh.

“I feel bad, I’ll go fix this. Thank you Gratia.” I said with a small voice. Leaning towards Gratia to give her a hug.


I'd like to bring this character over. I will then be creating one to two new characters if that suits the GM's alright.

@Melo, @Mae


I nodded at Gratia and nodded at Jer knowingly.

"Be back in a second." I said holding a finger up and winking. Happily making my way to the outside of the Café. I braced myself for the spring heat. Waiting for my friend, I held onto one of my arms with a small smile. But I knew the truth.

It was going to be difficult. Gratia loved few things. I was probably not one of them. Maybe on my best day. But definitely not recently. I was about to be chewed out.

Damn.
There's no escape.

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Jer smiled at Hayley, as her nametag read. If she was to be believed that her name is Hayley. I think it’s probably something as stupid as Hayley with two Y’s but who knows. It was less of a smile, but a wry grin. She would remember that when exacting her punishment.

“O-kay” I said putting the pen down. “Looks like you’re done- Ahem, sorry Hayley, I’m done, of course.”



Phew.

Almost blew my cover.

She can’t see it coming.

“Let’s go into my new office, I’ll walk you through what I need from you!” I said, not even glancing at any of the newcomers or Jericho. She followed me to my office as I closed my door.

“So what can I do for you ma’am?” Hayley said. Wryly. I bet Jericho would’ve grinned at that.

“You come to me… On the ‘eve of my daughter’s wedding.” I said sitting down in my giant swivel chair and lacing my fingers together.

“Y-you have a daughter?” Hayley said sitting down across from me.

“Did I ask you to sit?” I asked motioning to the chair with a scowl.

“Uh, no.” Hayley said standing up quickly, patting her skirt.

“Ah… Well then, please sit.” I said motioning once more to the chair. She, rolled her eyes and sat down. Is this the kind of mettle it takes to make Jer laugh? Fine then, I’ll show her mettle.

“I’d like to promote you for your patience.” I said, using my thumb to stroke the side of my index finger, slowly, methodically, like a godfather would.

“Oh, well I’ve only been here for a few minutes, but that sounds great!” Hayley rejoiced, naively.

“You’ll be promoted to regional manager!” I said quietly, threateningly. I laughed sullenly.

“Goodness. Thank you so much for this opportunity.” The poor fool.

“You’re very welcome, you’re region is going to be southwest Vacuo. Your flight is paid for and I hope it’s a perfect fit. Thank you!” I said with a smile, stretching my wings. A weight had been lifted from my shoulders and wings and I felt amazing.

“What? But I have family-“

“In Vacuo? That’s great!” I said fixing my hair standing in front of the exit back to Jericho.

“No, what the hell is this?” Hayley said angrily.

“This? It’s a wry grin.” I said leaving the office. “Jericho, I just got a text from my dad, he’s here, mind if we pick him up?” She said placing her phone in her purse and preparing to leave. “If you don’t want to come, that’ll be fine. But anyone is free to come.”

Hey I'm a gm doing gm things. Estelle is president of Beacon and we're all moving to Mistral.
Yōseki did not always look forward to the Chunin exams. Often times they were long, sometimes even arduous processes. The exams themselves were a joy – of course. But, the political nuance required of her at all times during these events was tiring to her. Luckily she didn’t have to go alone. While Iwagakure typically didn’t bring as many delegates as the other two countries, Yōseki wouldn’t approach a foreign land without at least her advisor and right hand man Kanashī. The young man, well, he hated being called young man actually. He was only two years younger than the Tsuchikage and she was the youngest Tsuchikage to date.

But she still called him young man constantly. He became her personal bodyguard when she first returned to Iwagakure and challenged the Tsuchikage to a duel for the title. After defeating the reigning leader in a single stroke, he immediately drew his blade and some of the bystanders screamed, some got even more excited, two duels in a single day. Yōseki simply sunk back into her battle ready stance.

But Kanashī did not turn his blade on the young ruler. Instead, he knelt down and offered it to her. From that day forward Kanashī spent nearly sixteen hours a day with his Tsuchikage, by her side. It wasn’t until a council meeting when she was being advised on how to deal with bandits that his promotion would begin. She was receiving advice on some well positioned entrenched bandits that had taken over a few small farming communities. It wasn’t until Kanashī suggested going underneath their trenches and attacking from the very town they were holding hostage that Yōseki promoted him. Many of the council members were furious, the Kage and her right hand man were together, younger than half of the previous Tsuchikage when they took office. But the two proved to be decisively effective.

Her ears perked up as an announcement was made on the communications system. "May the Rankage, Sankage, and Tsuchikage please report to the main Kyūseishu building at their earliest convenience. Everyone else is free to enjoy the festivities until the main event takes place in one week's time exactly. Lodgings have been prepared, as usual, and all are welcome to a room free of charge. Please direct any concerns or questions to Jikangai, Kinjiro - who will be serving in a managerial position for the next seven days... And good luck to all of the Genin that have come to participate!"

“Well, work never stops I suppose.” Yōseki said with a forlorn grin. When she became the Tsuchikage, she hadn’t assume there’d be so much work to do. “We’ll have to go now Kanashī-kun.” She said tapping her assistant on the shoulder and leading him to the room in which the Kage always met.

Her brown hat denoting her political power came off as she entered the room, brushing her hair to the side of her shoulder. She sat down with a smile and patted the seat for Kanashī to sit in with a casual smile, crossing her left leg over her right, waiting for the meeting to begin.



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