[legend="Fri Dec 06, 2013 10:33 am | Pacific Standard Time (UTC -8)"]Being awoken from a long slumber was not the most pleasant of feelings, but it was even worse so when the cause was a tickling in your nose from the ever increasing amounts of smoke collecting in your room. Waking up in a coughing fit, Ginjiro's eyes began to water as he sat straight up into a cloud of smoke. Coughing and wheezing, Ginjiro instinctively began flapping his arm around his head to try and dissipate the smog. Alas, it was no use. Quickly trying to get his bearings, Ginjiro jumped up onto his feet and grabbed the small pile of his belongings on the bed-side dresser. He was already dressed in his clothes, as he had only been napping, but he still had to make sure that the scrolls containing his puppets and his other bags wouldn't be lost in this mayhem. He needed those for his profession. Quickly surveying the area, Ginjiro realized there wasn't going to be any exit in the halls of the Hasegawa Clan Estate, where he was currently hiding in. Hiding from who, though, was the question. The answer was his brother, but that's a story for another time and in another place. The only exit was the window, and so the young puppeteer jumped to, and through, it. With a crackling and crashing, Ginjiro and the small shower of broken glass came hurtling to the ground. He had only been on the second floor of the estate, but the fact that he hadn't had the chance to make the best of jumps had made the landing a bit bumpy. Outside, he could get a better vantage of what was going on: the entire Estate was on fire! What the heck? Who'd done this? It wasn't until a moment later that he noticed the rains that were starting to pour down and the sounds of sirens and panic in the distance. Turning around to face the rest of Leaf City, the young boy realized that he'd just woken up right in the middle of a war zone. "Oh Kami..."
It didn't take long for the headset that was stashed away in his bags began to emit muffled sounds. It was surely a transmission, and the young boy began to rifle through his things until he could locate the little communications wire. Reattaching the device to his neck and inserting the ear bud back into his ear, Ginjiro immediately heard panicked broadcasts and orders being barked. He had to step it up a notch, and get with the times. Responding to the most prominent of the messages—shinobi were being called to evacuate the city along with any relatives or civilians who wished to follow—Ginjiro headed out towards embassy. It wasn't until his mind started to catch up to all the swirling information that he realized he was feeling an odd sensation in his skin. Kind of like a burning, but it didn't hurt. Was it this rain? Ginjiro was quite confused, but didn't think too much into it. He did decide, though, to begin travelling under cover when he could. When he arrived at the Embassy, he found that he wasn't the only shinobi to respond to the calls. An older man—he face hidden behind a gas mask—was also waiting there with an umbrella. Approaching him, Ginjiro took a moment to catch his breath, which was unusually ragged, and to wipe the water off his skin. He especially paid attention in getting the water off of his metal prosthetic right arm. "I heard the distress call over the radio lines. Ayatsuri Ginjiro, reporting for duty."
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