OC: Taking the ANBU one as it was not taken.
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Newspaper was taped to the window and a heavy blanket was hung over a curtain rod. The room was pitch black because she hungered for the darkness. It was a gnawing desire that made it difficult... difficult to think. She had isolated herself in this hotel room 32 hours ago, her instructions for the receptionist were concise. One. Do not allow ANYONE into her room. No friends, family, employers or staff. Two. Convey any shinobi message that has been sent over the radiowaves via telephone only. Three. If she requests that her first rule be broken, to incarcerate her. She had left a name, well a pair of names with the receptionist, men she felt might best her in a fight. She hoped they could in any case.
Ring! RING!
The phone was ringing. She had recently received a call regarding a poisonous cloud that had created an epidemic in the city. Officials were seeking shinobi assistance in herding the lovelorn, love-struck and sexually aggressive denizens. She had planned to ignore it, she could not trust herself out there. Out there with them. She was sweating and the hunger pangs had because nausea. She would reach for the phone in the darkness, feeling her way there in the dark along the edge of the bed-stand. The phone would ring thrice more before her hand gripped the receiver and pulled the phone to her ear.
"What," she snapped before she found herself. "I-I mean... Hello?"
The voice on the other end sounded like a bored receptionist, younger than the one she had previously instructed. She could hear the snap of gum between her sentences. She gave Michi a brief description of the mission offer and then hung up abruptly before Michi could state a rebuttal. Another mission offer to ignore, she needed to concentrate, perhaps meditate but the darkness left her with only her thoughts and they had gone awry. She was hungry and every fiber of her being yearned for a meal. The darkness made no difference, a part of her knew that it would not work. She wondered how long she could last, months, weeks, days? There was no recorded findings because every known Ancient and Hybrid recorded was housed within Wind Country's borders. She could not sit here forever but she did not know if she could trust herself out there. She would stand, it would take some effort, she felt wobbly and weak. The lights would be blinding in contrast to the dark void she had been staring into for the last day and a half.
She heartily rejected the fact that a distraction would effectively deter her hunger but she could not sit around like this until the consequences of her hunger broke her will. She would leave, first to Kodama Keep and then to the city she reasoned. Kodama Keep rarely allowed outsiders within their walls, so she was certain more could be gleaned from there than dealing with the mating rituals of foreigners and domestics in the streets. It would not be long before she arrived, unlike most women it did not take her long to get ready. Her short bob finger combed and a clean tank over a pair of loose-fitting cargo pants and a pair of heavy boots kept her non-distinctive and uninteresting. That was how she liked it. She would be slowed in the streets of course by the people. There were so many of them. Were there always so many. She reached towards one and then she stopped, mentally she rebuked the moment of weakness. It was only a little bit further, only a little bit more until she reached Kodama Keep.
She would reach the Keep in under an hour. Met by a pair of guards, samurais both of them, they flanked her and led her inside. She slowed her gate and glanced to either side, as she did so a stern expression would come over one of the samurai as he placed a hand on the small of her back and pushed her along. "Not a tourist attraction," he grumbled as he pushed her into an elevator and set the button for the third floor. She eyed the buttons, curious if she could get away with bumping the second so that the doors might open and reveal what was there but one of the samurais, the same who made the earlier comment stood between her and the floor buttons. There was of course elevator music but that did not make the shared space any less awkward as they traveled in silence. The seconds of travel felt like several minutes before they arrived. It was a large office and reception space. She would be led to a corner office that was also guarded.
There was a brief exchange between the samurai, one that she could not hear over the high-pitched ringing in her ears. Her head ached and her sight was getting blurry. She tried to shake it off, and oddly enough it worked even if her head was pounding at her temples.
She would knock on the door as she entered. She would see a pair of legs hanging off the side of an armchair. They would kick upward as she entered and rotate before they touched the floor. "Oh, you're there. Finally." A low, feminine voice would sibilate. Michi would of course pause at the door and look back at the guards who were non-verbally shooing her in. "Don't worry dear, I don't bite... much," she let out a laugh. "I have much to do and little time to do it, the tournament is only two days away," she lamented as she pulled herself away from the comfort of the armchair, her back to Michi still.
"Are you a participant in the tournament?"
"Ha! Nooo~" She answered almost derisively. "Not me. Not me. My sensei yes," she clarified.
"You're a student?" She looked a bit too old to be a student any longer.
"Yeah, yeah..." She turned around and eyed Michi. "Oh ho-ho-ho..." she pointed and let out a bit of a laugh. "Look at what the cat dragged in."
Michi raised a brow at the statement, she looked[/] fine.
"Starving, eh?" The woman moved closer as if to get a better eye on her. "What a dam curious thing you are."
She was starting to feel uneasy under this strange woman's gaze, she knew or she saw something. She did not know which, but she was quite aware of the fact that Hybrids differed on a biological level from humans. The changes within her she had not yet explored. "We are not here to discuss me," Michi answered with a terse tone. "I just need to know something about you."
She scoffed. "Tit for tat my dear. Name for a name. Place for a place. A face for a face. Knowledge is power after all," she replied with an eerie confidence.
"Name." She was not here to humor the woman.
"Show me yours and I will show you mine, it is only fair," she sang with a sly smile on her face.
"Fuu."
"Was that so hard? Danuja."
From?"
"Otogakure." There was a pause, she was not going to say anything more until she heard a reply.
"...Wind Country, near Baylos." That was her best approximation, where she had lived was gone. "Where is Otogakure?" Danuja shrugged her shoulders before she pointed left and right, up and down. "Can't say dear."
"Why are you here?"
"To watch Apprentice Matsuo's display in the tournament." Her instructor was only an apprentice? "You?"
"Followed a man," that was the truth. Danuja would smile broadly at the admission. "Ohhhh..." She took it the way that it was intended.
This would go on for some time before it would start to move in circles. There was a point where there was nothing left to share and she had found it. She would take her leave, the experience last 48 minutes. She would record her findings twice, once for her personal archives and again for theirs. Among the articles provided would be a photo-realistic drawing of the young woman. She looked good enough to eat.
WC: 1530