| [Oct. 31st, 2008|02:27 am] |
"A fair amount," Genma agreed. He led her down the hall past the quartermaster's office and to an unmarked door, keyed in a lock code, and held it open for her, revealing a narrow, brown-carpeted hallway of nearly identical unmarked doors. "Third door on the left," he instructed as he carefully resealed the door behind them.
The hallway was empty and silent, but the presence of the place was humming with the lingering effects of jutsu being cast, chakra being manipulated. Genma moved noiselessly along with Tsume, a rolling, graceful, silent gait that said as much about his profession as the scent of poison on his clothes or the weapons in his pockets.
"I use senbon a lot. They're very effective ranged weapons with a little poison added, and there are all sorts of effects you can get, not just killing. But you know what part of the Hunter force I'm specialized in: most of my missions are gonna end up with someone dead. Poisons are good for keeping people from knowing you were there, for getting people asleep when you need them asleep, sick when you need them sick, and for making a death look like it wasn't at a ninja's hands. That's what this one is for. Make it look like a stroke, leave no trace for a snooping coroner to find." |
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