Directly from the abyss, his eyes opened, it was light enough in the room for morning to have come. Jikan glanced around the one room apartment. It was packed with compartments for everything he needed. The bed folded into the wall for more space in the kitchen for one. Jikan rose, making the bed and folding it into the wall with a kick of his left leg. With the push of a button the tea started brewing and Jikan sat on the floor and began meditating while it brewed. Without moving he reached his left arm over and pushed play on the ambient lightning storm cassette that was loaded in. He returned his arm and prepared mentally for the day. 'If today is the day that I die, let it be glorious, it is the code of the assassin to think on death daily. But always tell it, Not Today.' The pot whistling brought him back from his meditations. Making a cup of tea, he fished out a lemon from the mini-fridge. Cut in two and then four with two thrown in, two eaten raw.
Placing the tea down he went to his sea of compartments and started pulling his tattered and torn ninja clothing from the bins. Placing these on he tried to remember where the holes were for future reference and less tearing. From another bin he recovered his ANBU cloak and mask. The cloak was a deep dark heavy fabric that kept him from the weather of Kumogakure, it bared no markings of any kind. His mask, was one of his most prized possessions, Three colors swirled out from left to right, a strand for Red, Green, and Blue. Representing the Fire, Earth, and Water elements with the air being unseen like it is to his eyes. The markings were intricately carved by Jikan and even the mask was of his own bone creation. He placed it on his face and the feeling of anonymity flowed through him. Wrapping his belt around his waist his positioned the sheath to be in the middle of his back. Taking Keri from her display rack and sheathing her was oddly satisfying. The last piece of his daily rituals was putting on his boneplate half-helmet. It was one of his first larger bone manipulation experiments to see how far the shoulder bone could be pulled and then carved down to the boneplate it is now. Drinking the last of the tea, he grabbed an energy bar and left to fill his day like any other day, keeping the peace.
Jikan took the window exit and made his way up the fire escape. He kept this shack as his private get away, even though it was in the less reputable parts of town. It was his hole in the wall and he wanted to keep it a secret. Once on the roof he headed forward, Taking in his surroundings and looking for those up to no good. His mindset changed to the silent stalker he was trained to be in ANBU and he sorted his way towards HQ to check in for the day.
[WC: 522 for the funzies. Topic left]
Placing the tea down he went to his sea of compartments and started pulling his tattered and torn ninja clothing from the bins. Placing these on he tried to remember where the holes were for future reference and less tearing. From another bin he recovered his ANBU cloak and mask. The cloak was a deep dark heavy fabric that kept him from the weather of Kumogakure, it bared no markings of any kind. His mask, was one of his most prized possessions, Three colors swirled out from left to right, a strand for Red, Green, and Blue. Representing the Fire, Earth, and Water elements with the air being unseen like it is to his eyes. The markings were intricately carved by Jikan and even the mask was of his own bone creation. He placed it on his face and the feeling of anonymity flowed through him. Wrapping his belt around his waist his positioned the sheath to be in the middle of his back. Taking Keri from her display rack and sheathing her was oddly satisfying. The last piece of his daily rituals was putting on his boneplate half-helmet. It was one of his first larger bone manipulation experiments to see how far the shoulder bone could be pulled and then carved down to the boneplate it is now. Drinking the last of the tea, he grabbed an energy bar and left to fill his day like any other day, keeping the peace.
Jikan took the window exit and made his way up the fire escape. He kept this shack as his private get away, even though it was in the less reputable parts of town. It was his hole in the wall and he wanted to keep it a secret. Once on the roof he headed forward, Taking in his surroundings and looking for those up to no good. His mindset changed to the silent stalker he was trained to be in ANBU and he sorted his way towards HQ to check in for the day.
[WC: 522 for the funzies. Topic left]