cursed-immortal || god forsaken
There was no doubt the healer was in a foul mood. After already tending to one other Akatsuki member she had to go to the next? What what it now? Was one foolish enough to get severely wounded or was he simply separated from his superior. That seemed to always be the case... In the young woman's mind she had better things to do than to play nurse and run around tending to fools who held no regard to their own well being.Â
As these condemning thoughts mulled through her, she continued her route to the location she was told to meet the other member of the akatsuki at. Her fingers tugged at the dark hood over her head, making sure it was secure yet it wasn't long before she noticed a body. The uniform... certainly it was an ANBU op. The mask was unmistakable. With this corpse lying around, certainly he wasn't too far behind. The medical-nin took a few steps further, only to notice beneath the towering ligneous trees was a figure lying against the ground with a stake through his chest.Â
"... Typical..." The words were muttered with disdain as she approached the jashinist. Clearly he had or was still performing one of his rituals. As her jade eyes glanced around however, his masked partner was no where to be seen. So she had to guess it was merely for an escort mission... but first thing was first. The wounds. Her vivid eyes returned with their impassive gaze down to him before speaking. "Is that your own self-inflicted wound or did you do any other reckless damage to yourself?"Â
