OC: Continuation of the story LINK. This thread was initially intended for Kagemaru, if his new character wishes to involve himself he is more than welcome, but I am also linking this thread to Akujin. This, however is considered to be an OPEN topic but it s also 'moderated' for the sake of full-papertrail.
IC:
Amaya
NPC
Panting for breath, a woman with scraped knees and a terrified expression dashes between canopies and makeshift offices. It was late in the evening, a man had already likely gotten himself killed trying to protect her. An aggressive and abrasive woman had basically taken her hostage confining her to a dark box before leading her to safety. If either were ever a friend, she would never know as she ran... ran for her life. She knew this area, not because she had spent much time here but rather because it was 'famous' due to its importance as a local governing structure before it was destroyed during the incursion. All that was left here now was ruins and rubble as well as early efforts to rebuild all that has been lost.
This place called to her, not because there were many hiding places. She knew the streets better than she knew these ruins. But here she hoped that if she ran into a man or a woman for that matter that she would be able to assume that they were not after her head. She did not care greatly for the shinobis of Sunagakure. A lot of people shared her sentiments in fact. They were aggressive, self-important and often dealt with disagreements with a powerful display. On top of all of that, most positions worth any real pay were given to those capable to at least a rudimentary level of manipulating their chakra. The advantages of near-telekinetic, pyrogenic, miraculous healing, etc. powers was something the average person could never compete with. It made her mad in a way -- this hopeless and terrified state.
She skidded to a stop, ducking into a tent that served as a sparsely furnished office at the sound of footsteps. With bated breath she waited.
IC:
Amaya
NPC
Panting for breath, a woman with scraped knees and a terrified expression dashes between canopies and makeshift offices. It was late in the evening, a man had already likely gotten himself killed trying to protect her. An aggressive and abrasive woman had basically taken her hostage confining her to a dark box before leading her to safety. If either were ever a friend, she would never know as she ran... ran for her life. She knew this area, not because she had spent much time here but rather because it was 'famous' due to its importance as a local governing structure before it was destroyed during the incursion. All that was left here now was ruins and rubble as well as early efforts to rebuild all that has been lost.
This place called to her, not because there were many hiding places. She knew the streets better than she knew these ruins. But here she hoped that if she ran into a man or a woman for that matter that she would be able to assume that they were not after her head. She did not care greatly for the shinobis of Sunagakure. A lot of people shared her sentiments in fact. They were aggressive, self-important and often dealt with disagreements with a powerful display. On top of all of that, most positions worth any real pay were given to those capable to at least a rudimentary level of manipulating their chakra. The advantages of near-telekinetic, pyrogenic, miraculous healing, etc. powers was something the average person could never compete with. It made her mad in a way -- this hopeless and terrified state.
She skidded to a stop, ducking into a tent that served as a sparsely furnished office at the sound of footsteps. With bated breath she waited.
An arrow zipped past her and nearly struck one of the men she had encountered. Her eyes wide and her brow furrowed, 
Shiromaru was not a regular lad, that much was already certan considering his cocky attitude in a realm of shinobis trained from birth. Egos are squelched early in places such as these unless you have something to bring to the playground. This image a blur, as if reality itself was unfurling... bending... writhing about it. The archer attacked Shiro a second time, his quarry already identified despite the scream he relinquished yet another arrow. 
The archer's movements might seem slow to Shiromaru, the action certainly felt delayed for the archer as he plummeted to the hard unforgiving ground below. His arrows being pulled from his quiver as he was pulled over the ledge, he released a single of arrows in a desperate attempt to hit his quarry. The rest of his arrows fell from his hand as he smashed into the ground below. 