#historia multorum

Eijirou swam lazily through his territory. Being a shark mer meant he was often alone. He tried friending some of the local mer shoals but their warriors often chased him away.

Tsunade can feel the blood rising to her face. A clear indicator, of the scarlet flush taking over her facial features. If she wasn’t trying to get Naomi to like her (or at least tolerate her) by now she would have turned her head away. Whiskey eyes flickered towards the others face hesitantly. Clearing her throat and attempting to find her confidence to answer Tsunade debate on how to reply back.

“It’s like...” Tsunade started off before taking a moment to gather her thoughts. “Well it was like the whole world was on my shoulders. I already grew up knowing most of what was happening in the Village politically and protecting it as one as shinobi. I was raised on that part. That was probably the most easiest part of it all.” A small chuckle leaves her. That truest was the easiest part of people the Hokage. Everything else seemed like a battle and repetitive.

“Pick your poison.” Tsunade said as three cups laid before them filled with alcohol. It was an easy task, poisonings someone, a simple act to cause a quick and swift death. One that was impossible to trace back to herself unless you knew the origins of it. What the person choosing one of the three cups didn’t know was they all had the deadly mixture. “Unless you don’t trust me?” Testing the other lightly, a smile on her face that was only there to gain the others trust even more.

Without a answer Tsunade began shuffling the cups around. Again lining them up in a neat little row. Leaning back in her seat, she waited for the other to pick first, nails tapping to a slow beat to hide the rise of impatience’s that was brewing within her. This route while cleaner did take more persuading, one in which Tsunade didn’t care for but would rather not dirty her hands until later tonight.

Lucy, since returning to London and getting told she would no longer be allowed into Narnia had taken to walking around the city. This is what she would do what Aslan asked of her, finding him in her land. It was much more difficult then the girl had ever expected. It gave Lucy a sense of dependency though. Bumping into new people and greeting them...and she did exactly that this time.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” Apologizing quickly before crouching down and gathering the things that had fallen out of the others arms. Popping back up Lucy has flashed them a smile that lightened up her eyes. “I hope nothing was ruined. I didn’t mean to run into you...” Here she seemed to turn a bit guilty. “I was a bit lost in thought.” Admitting that it was most likely her fault that they had collided together.