[Between the two, she opts for the couch, figuring she may eventually need to lay down given the storm approaching that were her feelings. Even takes a croissant too and scarfs it down; overall not bad for the first time eating one of those.]
I tend to get exercise running around this place. Helps me scope out places.
[Mostly to know where she could run to for certain stuff. Knowing the area was important for emergencies, and fighting. She listens carefully to the explanation. Back then, she would have been more wary. Now though...screw it. She didn’t abide by either side in the shinobi battles anymore. Those rules didn’t affect her, and she already revealed herself publicly.]
I guess I can start at the beginning, so you can at least know where I come from. Already stated it on the network before, but I can say it again.
[She took a long, deep breath. Time to explain this crap again.]
I was a born to a family of good shinobi, powerful ones too. Don’t really remember anyone beyond my parents. It wasn’t the strictest life, I could still play games and have fun. But they demanded absolute perfection, and I couldn’t always keep up. If I did that, they rarely cared what I did, so long as I didn’t ruin my chances of getting into a good shinobi school. But...well I’m not good at schoolwork, and I couldn’t even have a social life anymore. As I started to approach high school, things grew more difficult. Enough so that they wanted to hire a tutor.
He...helped make me feel at ease. Kinda liked the guy over time. With so much pressure, I stupidly spilled the beans about my family, hoping he’d return my feelings. Turns out, he was a sadistic son of a bitch who wanted to torture me before killing me, mocking how my heart was broken. From then...I don’t remember a thing. All I saw was red before I was on top of him, all his bones broken.
Turns out though, I wasn’t exactly a queen of stealth, so this attracted a lot of attention from the good shinobi. Breaking so many rules, they banned me from ever even going to a school, claiming I was far too unstable. And my parents? Kicked my ass to the curb with a family sword they sure as hell couldn’t use, and left me to die.
[As she explained a rather dark past, she seemed mostly composed, not even looking at Maruki. Truthfully, she was mostly over this. But mostly was the keyword thanks to the soul pool.]
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Date: 2021-08-12 08:03 pm (UTC)I tend to get exercise running around this place. Helps me scope out places.
[Mostly to know where she could run to for certain stuff. Knowing the area was important for emergencies, and fighting. She listens carefully to the explanation. Back then, she would have been more wary. Now though...screw it. She didn’t abide by either side in the shinobi battles anymore. Those rules didn’t affect her, and she already revealed herself publicly.]
I guess I can start at the beginning, so you can at least know where I come from. Already stated it on the network before, but I can say it again.
[She took a long, deep breath. Time to explain this crap again.]
I was a born to a family of good shinobi, powerful ones too. Don’t really remember anyone beyond my parents. It wasn’t the strictest life, I could still play games and have fun. But they demanded absolute perfection, and I couldn’t always keep up. If I did that, they rarely cared what I did, so long as I didn’t ruin my chances of getting into a good shinobi school. But...well I’m not good at schoolwork, and I couldn’t even have a social life anymore. As I started to approach high school, things grew more difficult. Enough so that they wanted to hire a tutor.
He...helped make me feel at ease. Kinda liked the guy over time. With so much pressure, I stupidly spilled the beans about my family, hoping he’d return my feelings. Turns out, he was a sadistic son of a bitch who wanted to torture me before killing me, mocking how my heart was broken. From then...I don’t remember a thing. All I saw was red before I was on top of him, all his bones broken.
Turns out though, I wasn’t exactly a queen of stealth, so this attracted a lot of attention from the good shinobi. Breaking so many rules, they banned me from ever even going to a school, claiming I was far too unstable. And my parents? Kicked my ass to the curb with a family sword they sure as hell couldn’t use, and left me to die.
[As she explained a rather dark past, she seemed mostly composed, not even looking at Maruki. Truthfully, she was mostly over this. But mostly was the keyword thanks to the soul pool.]