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Unprompted ask. - @oc-lootcrate​​ said: “I never thought I’d ever get tired of playing games.” ( from ken to lux! )

     By now, Reika is more than used to pit stops on road. Be it weather, obstacles, or even people getting in her way, she’s had to develop a patience for when her schedule gets waylaid.

     Not that she has much of one. A wandering healer mostly just goes where the wind takes her. Or...where it lets her rest.

     Today it’s a rainstorm, clouds rumbling with thunder as the sky unleashes its downpour. Without an umbrella, Reika’s taken to waiting it out beneath the tattered awning of an abandoned shop, the banners faded and drooping in the deluge.

     With nothing to really pass the time, she’s taken to staring out across the road at the trees beyond. Leaves dance with every impact of rain, puddles quickly forming as the storm rages on. Passively, she lets her body take in nature chakra, the extra energy helping to ward off the drop in temperature...and the gnawing feeling in her belly. It’s early yet to concede to the supper she has in her pack.

     But greys slide to their corners as a signature - long since felt, but only now coming into view - rounds the corner at a brisk jog. With a huff and a shake of the moisture from his clothes, a man joins her in the shelter of the awning.

     Reika only gives him a brief once-over, ensuring he’s not going to be trouble before returning to her vigil. She’s typically not too talkative, but...she’ll respond if he asks. Until then, she’ll let the rain do the talking.

Shisui notes the exact moment when things start to look a bit different. The signs on the shops change -- symbols and letters and colors shifting as if in a dream -- and the walls of the buildings around him adopt varying stages of wear: stages that look completely different to what they did merely hours ago. Trees that were once here are now no more, and even the animals seem to have moved and taken their homes with them to entirely different spots. Where it was relatively sunny only moments ago, it is now raining softly. Judging from how wet the ground is, Shisui figures it has been raining a while now.

He's crossed dimensions again, though this time it looks like he's simply crossed over to an alternate version of the same place. 

Here's hoping it's not the Kirigakure that still remembered who he is. He can only hope that, after twenty years, he looks different enough that neither the people from the past nor the future would recognize him. As it is, he's dressed in civilian clothing similar to that of a local farmer's-- no indicator that he is from anywhere outside the Land of Water. 

The goat walking beside him suddenly takes off, though, and decides to try and ram into a kid nearby. 

Shisui takes after it, and manages to pull it back by its collar before it tries to get up to any more mischief. 

"I am so, so sorry!" Darned goat. "He's usually very well behaved. You're not injured, I hope?" 

     [ First of the five year anni g.iveaway art: Etsuko Senri for the darling @oc-lootcrate​! We...adore Senri. Ryū especially, she has pretty much adopted this kiddo, so it was super cool to be able to give drawing him a shot! Hopefully this looks accurate to your vision of him, Faith! And thank you for being an awesome mutual and for participating in the anni!

     When it comes to blood, Ryū is practically akin to a hound - she’s so keen on the smell and what it means in her field, it typically doesn’t go unnoticed for long. Turning to it, she notices a boy about genin age, the crimson dribbling along his chin telling of a split lip.

     But before she can address him herself, he gives a snide remark at her look, coming to duck behind a hand to hide the wound. Something about his manner brings a furrow to her brow. Maybe he’s in some kind of trouble...? A split lip doesn’t come from nowhere, after all...maybe he was in a fight.

     Right away, Ryū finds herself far more at ease around Hikari than she has been regarding other Senju thus far. Still a bit new to the direct politics (though having vague notions of inter-clan warfare given her own clan’s neutral position), it’s been a bit of a shock finding herself glowered at for ‘siding’ with the Uchiha. While very few clans are allied and come anywhere near trusting each other, she’s been quickly learning that Uchiha and Senju are among the bitterest of enemies.

     Hashirama, despite her new husband’s annoyance with the man, has been quite pleasant in her opinion. It’s Tobirama that she’s been wary of. Being the man that almost (though in all technicality, temporarily) ended Izuna’s life, Ryū regards him with the most caution. But Hikari seems far more like the former than the latter, so Ryū lets herself relax a bit further.

     “And you,” she replies in earnest. “Things have taken some...adjustment to acclimate myself to. But I’m doing my best to earn a favorable impression. Given how...tense things seem to be, I aim to at least not make things any worse.” Her expression turns a hair sheepish. She knows she can hardly mend the rift between the clans. But far easier would be making it deeper should her actions in any way offend either side.

     Seated under a café’s awning, Reika reclines in her seat, one leg swung over the other as she indulges in a book. Ever since relocating to Konoha and lending her services to the hospital, she’s found few and far between days to herself. A self-proclaimed workaholic, it’s not often she can be spotted actually doing something leisurely on a day to herself.

     But even when focused on something else, her sensory ability remains piqued...and with it, she recognizes a familiar signature not far off. Greys lift to confirm what she feels with what she sees, and indeed she spots Ari just across the street.

     [ Okay! I’m...a little late (got distracted ahaha) BUT, here’s the results of the drawing! Numbers were assigned in order of notes, and the generator gave us these results! Congrats to @oc-lootcrate​, @uchiha-madara​, and @historias-multorum​ - you got picked!