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| Entry tags: | raizo |
WHO: Raizo and Anyone!
WHAT: New Arrival and dealing with that.
WHERE: A flower and plant/gardening shop in London UK
WARNINGS: probably not
The ninja had seen and done and experienced many things. Much of it rather brutal. However this situation baffled him completely. He had been experienced at keeping on the move. Adapting to his environment and situation and blending in. Knowing various languages fluently, adopting personas and cover stories...it all came naturally.
But dealing with this....
It wasn't even the same Earth he knew. He did not even know if the 8 Ninja Clans that were left even existed. Was the Ozunu clan still whole here - and not scattered to the winds like in his own world? Was Mika still alive? Blissfully ignorant and safe? Here, he was completely out of his element and very unsure.
Raizo did not like this at all....this unknowing and uncertainty.
When he had woken up - his last memories having been at the mountain compound - the scent of burning still in the air.....he was somewhere else. Sprawled on his back in the middle of a green house. It was quiet. Peaceful. There was no one else in sight. After exploring the place...and gathering and hiding the weapons that had blown here along with him - he set about trying to gain some footing. He had originally thought that he had been ambushed and drugged somehow, taken somewhere else. But has since then discovered that it wasn't the case. It was worse.
A few hours later - the flower shop now closed, but the light still on - Raizo was in the green house...a structure that jutted out from the side of the building. The second floor - was an apartment...it had belonged to the one he had replaced here. The ninja assassin could not think of sleeping however. Rather, he naturally sought solace in the greenhouse, surrounded by greenery and flowers. He would be easy to spot from passerby outside - there was a door (which was shut and locked) at the front of the building with the closed sign...but the clear door leading into the greenhouse had the window open - cool late summer air drifting in through the screen. With it brought sounds and scents. The ninja was not concerned about being caught by surprise.
He moved about, watering various plants, wearing a baggy hoodie and jogging pants. He was bare foot, feet barely making a whisper against the tile floor.
But dealing with this....
It wasn't even the same Earth he knew. He did not even know if the 8 Ninja Clans that were left even existed. Was the Ozunu clan still whole here - and not scattered to the winds like in his own world? Was Mika still alive? Blissfully ignorant and safe? Here, he was completely out of his element and very unsure.
Raizo did not like this at all....this unknowing and uncertainty.
When he had woken up - his last memories having been at the mountain compound - the scent of burning still in the air.....he was somewhere else. Sprawled on his back in the middle of a green house. It was quiet. Peaceful. There was no one else in sight. After exploring the place...and gathering and hiding the weapons that had blown here along with him - he set about trying to gain some footing. He had originally thought that he had been ambushed and drugged somehow, taken somewhere else. But has since then discovered that it wasn't the case. It was worse.
A few hours later - the flower shop now closed, but the light still on - Raizo was in the green house...a structure that jutted out from the side of the building. The second floor - was an apartment...it had belonged to the one he had replaced here. The ninja assassin could not think of sleeping however. Rather, he naturally sought solace in the greenhouse, surrounded by greenery and flowers. He would be easy to spot from passerby outside - there was a door (which was shut and locked) at the front of the building with the closed sign...but the clear door leading into the greenhouse had the window open - cool late summer air drifting in through the screen. With it brought sounds and scents. The ninja was not concerned about being caught by surprise.
He moved about, watering various plants, wearing a baggy hoodie and jogging pants. He was bare foot, feet barely making a whisper against the tile floor.