| [Apr. 27th, 2009|07:03 pm] |
"S'all right. Long as he doesn't scare me out of any more trees." Katsuko frowned as something occured to her. "How'd you know I was in ANBU, anyways? Unless you're..." She peered at the woman. Inuzuka, Inuzuka, there was an Inuzuka living on her floor, right? Something Tsu...Tsubasa? Tsubame? Tsu...Tsu..."Inuzuka Tsume?"
Yeah, that sounded about right. There'd been rumors that some Inuzuka Hunter had been in a tough mission. Both she and her dog looked rather worse for the wear.
Not that that stopped the pair from sneaking up on her, though.
She grimaced at Kuromaru's observation of her hidden weapons stash. "Hey," she complained, "I like explosion notes." And kunai and shuriken and kodachi and katana and...
Katsuko examined Inuzuka Tsume, whose name she'd placed in a mental folder called, "List of Conspicuously Absent Floormates: Exhibit A in 'Why Does Katsuko Have No Friends?'" about two weeks ago, when she'd learned the special jounin had returned from that spectacularly insane mission. Katsuko knew that near-death experiences made everyone feel a bit...touchy...and had kept her distance from the woman.
Now, though...Katsuko took the opportunity to study her (until just now) invisible floormate. The first things she noticed were the scars. Scars everywhere on her bare skin; some were clean, long lines, obviously caused by bladed weapons, while others had that jagged edge to them that screamed claw marks. A combat-oriented fighting style, then? With those fangs and claws, Katsuko could see how Tsume would be a formidable hand-to-hand fighter. Her build didn’t lend much advantage in a fight, though. Tsume was built like bird, and the men’s shirt and pants she wore did nothing to hide it. It looked like it would be disturbingly easy to snap her in two. The way she held herself, though…Katsuko looked into her senpai’s assessing gaze and had no trouble believing that the Inuzuka woman could take down enemy shinobi three times her size. That air of barely restrained violence…as if Tsume was ready to fight at a moment’s notice. The woman practically radiated an aura of danger.
Well, that and her fangs were pretty damn huge, too.
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