| [May. 28th, 2009|07:21 pm] |
Asuma sauntered until he got around the corner, then broke into a flat-out run. Fifteen minutes was long enough to get into normal armour (jeans and jackets were perfectly normal), but clambering into ANBU's ridiculous get up took a lot more practice and patience than any sane man could hope to possess.
He ignored the lift and bolted up the stairs, taking them three at a time. Why ANBU had their living quarters on the third damn floor--
A quick scramble with the stairway door, a dash down the hushed corridor, and a fumble with his keys (he was just going to start leaving his door unlocked), saw him in his room and facing the tangle of monochrome armour thrown messily across the bed.
Right. Skin-tight bits first.
He kept his bracelets on, pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket, and unknotted his fire-kanji sash from his waist. Then he folded it carefully and tied it around his forehead, squarely in place of a hitai-ate. It wasn't a sign of Konoha, technically, but it meant Fire Country and loyalty, and he wasn't ready to lose it yet. Not when he was one of the last two alive left to wear it.
A head shake got rid of darker thoughts and he dived for his armour, shucking jeans and shirt along the way. Blacks went on first, followed by tightly buckled whites. Chest-plate, backplate, long night-coloured gloves held in place with white... he wasn't quite sure what. Gauntlets? Arm-armour? Whatever they were, they had far too many damn straps, even if they did look sturdy enough to shake off a bladed blow.
Bracelets sliding oddly against ceramic, he fixed the assorted hip-pouches into place, checked they contained everything he needed, strapped on his shin-guards and buckled his trench-knives onto his belt. There were no freakin' pockets for cigarettes, so he stowed them in the one hip-pouch with a little space left.
And that was it--no, wait, sandal things.
Asuma regarded the standard-issue footgear with a curling lip and tossed them aside for his heavy black boots. He could run in them; they protected his feet. Good enough.
Right, that was everything.
He was two minutes to go and halfway down the stairs before he realized he'd forgotten the stupid mask. |
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