Dec 15, 2014
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" — Move. "
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( misobells ) said:
i’ll make you one ! do you want me to submit it to you or do you want me to post it on my blog ? & like what do you want it to say
givES YOU A HUGE HUG thank you so much
you can just submit it to me; all it needs to say is my url and 'indie shikamaru nara'
『 misobells 』
It wasn't often that he had a chance to actually speak with shinobi after they'd suffered a loss in the field, and thank the gods that might be that that was the case. It had been a six-man platoon this time, four back safe. At least their medic was alright.
He'd never spoken to this woman before, although Sakura could undoubtedly tell him her entire life story. ( she was in the habit of being a friend to all her teammates. ) How unfortunate that their first meeting was in a situation like this.
❝ you were the squad's medic, yeah? if you've got the time, come talk to me for a bit. ❞
[ 4. 9. 29. 39. 40. 50. ]
Character solidifying!
4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?
Either home Zeini belonged to as a kid ( in Sunagakure and Iwagakure, respectively ) enforced a level of strictness opposed to leniency.
As stated in her bio, her mother Yōni made certain than her daughter do well in the academy by ‘forcing’ her to do work rather than aiding in her business ‘til nightfall. And, since Zeini spent about half her living life with her mother, she also taught her a good bit about proper manners. Yōni was a strict lady who never sugarcoated a thing.
Compound life was only a little different. While she was still subject to quite a bit of getting on to’s, since essentially everyone in the compound had the right to reprimand those who did wrong, Zeini was given more freedom in her actions — just not as much as you’d thing. More of a 75/25 deal, which she didn’t mind.
9. What about political beliefs?
Going into modern politics probably isn’t what this question is referring to, so I won’t even indulge in all that bullshittery.
I guess it would be talking about her stance on all the Kage’s? Well, Zeini wouldn’t care either way about them. Whoever governs, governs, and she will always hold a high level of respect for those holding the title.
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the village of the leaf was bustling as it always had been. leaving his temporary place of residence, he started down the main road towards the village hospital. a session of therapy was in order. it was after a mission in the rain, his chakra systems had been irregular and for the last three months, he been in the leaf. Sakura had been taking real good care of him and his recovery depended on these sessions until she had time to create his ultimate cure.
in no time, he was walking through the doors of the hospital and went straight to the receptionist desk. it was a regular dance for him, he told them about his appointment with Sakura and they sent up him. it was usually pretty simple but today, there was a mix up.
❝what do you mean she isn't in...? i'm her regular! three days a week. you know!❞
a slight elevation in his voice was noticeable as he pointed to the appointment sheet. Sakura was never late, and was always prompt. with such a regular routine, he could not help but get upset in the presence of disorder.
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[ " uhm -- " ah, what a wonderful time to be plagued by nerves. but, despite that, she would continue; brows knitted inwardly as she endures. " i .. i-i -- " a pause. " i .. i l-love you. " finally, she had said it. the medic felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her; & so a sigh of relief is given. ]
..oh.
he pauses— as if time itself has suddenly ceased. his heartbeat is all that he can focus on, the swelling in his heart seemingly to be.. well, satiated. he didn’t feel so lonely anymore. he didn’t feel like yoshikazu was all he could think about. no.. for once in his life, he felt genuine, absolutely genuinehappiness. he rose from the chair he sat in, ever so slight a smile on his face, before placing himself only inches away from her. she was his world— he knew that now. “you idiot.. why didn’t you say that sooner? i.. love you too.”
[ ♂ do you resent your son? if he had gone the route of being a business man, would you care for him? ]
Send me a ♂ and a question and my muse's father will answer it.
It had been years since he had last heard any mention about his "son" whatsoever. He had made sure that his existence was completely erased in the minds of his family and the rest of the village. Ryota had painted Noboru as a traitor who let his brother die. But did he resent his son? What son? Ryota cleared his throat before responding. "I assume you mean Noboru. No, I have no means of resenting him for he is out of my thoughts. Hotaka is a much suited heir for the Kobayashi clan. Noboru would have only led to it's downfall, taking the rest of the village with him. Now, please leave me. I must take my medicine."
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Authors were liars; snow was hardly light and fluffy. It was heavy, grainy, crunchy, and a whole other set of unpleasant ‘-y’ adjectives. Additionally, it was almost always accompanied by a bone chilling cold, which was a burden she could hardly take on. Nearly everyone loved this Satan Salt – children especially, for some ungodly reason – and Zeini just couldn’t fathom why.
Furled up on a bench as means to gather warmth, her words reached out as a method of gaining pity. Generous souls weren’t hard to come by. Not anymore.
“I-it’s chilly…”