OC: Still phone posting, sorry for the quality. Also, I think this NPCs writing style is giving me brain cancer. I pray her tenure among the living is short.
EDIT: Got to a home PC so I impreved the post and added some coding since there has not been a reply.
IC:
Number 10
Natsukawa Avaron
The lone Kumo traveler was not a merchant, that much was like sooo totally obvious. No cart or team of sandstriders to ferry his wares or person, gawd this foreigner would be easy pickings if the wrong person (like her) was to show up. Still the Soverign was not here to make a ruckus, she was sent on this mission to totally check in on Six. Big'n metal had not checked in since he arrived the other day and he was supposed to catch the Cabal members who allied themselves with those meanies in Sunagakure a few months ago before the start of the exam. Gosh those two-timing bums, the Cabal really did not know what they were like getting into which was too bad because she would have been stoked to see what they could do in hand-to-hand combat. It would have been so sweet if she could learn a trick or two off of them before she killed them.
"Hello!"
"I'm afraid I'm not heading to an exam. Is it being held in Sunagakure? Would you be so kind as to point the way for me, then?"
There were not very many reasons for someone to travel the desert alone, at least not this desert. The exam had brought in a fair share of foreigners, she did not really anticipate meeting anyone out here less a lonesome merchant. The cloaked woman peeled back her hood to reveal a plain face with dark hair augmented with a streak of red. There was something hanging out of the corner of her mouth that resembled a cigarette that she was unconsciously chewing on. It was not a cancer stick, rather it was poorly flavored, cheap chewing gum shaped like the infamous death rods. She blew a bubble the size of her head while he replied. Some sand had gotten stuck to the sticky walls, carried on the gentle breeze but she did not seem to mind the errant crunch.
Apparently he was going the right way, well poo... She hoped that he was a real shinobi, but he looked like some foreign delegate which was pretty neat but not enough to make her day although it would make her passage into Sunagakure a bit easier. Still, it was a sad thing not finding a shinobi to ruin -- she wanted the diversion before she set Six straight.
"Weird place to like travel," she snapped her gum as she said that.
"Nothing butta hole in the like ground with ninja'lings doing ninja things." She added, her distaste for Sand somewhat obvious in her tone. It was also true until most recent. There had been some recent construction and then devastation and then restructuring of damaged homes over the past year making the subterranean community an agrarian surface colony but she was not one for minutiae.
"Naw, the exam is in like Soons," she pointed in a direction the Cloudy-nin was not traveling, not that she knew he was a Clouder... Nosiree. Just some fancy pants foreigner who was going to get his butt kicked for looking funny but someone who was not her if he gave her what she wanted.
"Got some work to do in Suna like too," she admitted.
"I am from the capital relaying some bladdy blah officially stuff to some ninjas from the Daimyo himself,"[/color] she waved her hand as if it was not a big deal but that part of her statement seemed to posses a tone of pride in the young woman. How or why a woman of such limited vernacular would be representing the Daimyo is something one would leave the foreigner to ponder.
"Mind me join'n?"
OC: If yes, she would leave with you and be super annoying (feel free to godmod annoying convos), she is basically looking to ride your coattails into Sand without incident. :-o
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