If I feel like talkin' I'll never be wrong.

Ryan had walked down the street he had noticed after trying to figure out how he would go about doing a job that's non existent for him. Perhaps it wasn't a matter of doing that job but making this his primary task and branding it his job for the time being. That would be much simpler and would convince the female who had decided to name herself Kirigakures Watchful eye that Ryan did know what he was doing when the time called for it. He continued with his slightly hunched forward posture and continued to fiddle with the scalpel in his right pocket thinking about how he should proceed. He had not noticed any corpses since he arrived in Kirigakure, but he had noticed the inhabitants of this crusty dieing city; most of them seemed tired or fatigued and dirty as if this town had just been through a war. The minority of the population, including the female following Ryan, seemed all too willing to do their part in making sure this city had the order it so desperately screamed for with it's overall condition.


Ooc: It is indeed short but I can't be too specific without the female who is Following me :/

A wave of nostalgia hit the female hard as her chest became tight, her heart beating loudly in her ears. Scanning the once busy streets, she felt her teeth bite the inner portion of her cheek, her crystalline hues flaring with an unknown intensity. She watched several elders walk across the street, bundles of food in their arms as they looked a bit dirtied and warn from the attack on the village. Clasping her hands together, she quickly shot them behind her back to stop herself from portraying her obvious dislike of the whole situation. A slow breath brought her back from her nerving state as she glanced at the male beside her. Walking forward, she gave him a signal to follow her.

"Come this way." She whispered, her mood altering as she walked through the streets that once seemed so lively to her. It was indeed the Bloody Mist, now that she thought about it. A nerve struck her as she kept her shell composed while her insides flared with a burning hatred for the thing that had caused so much destruction.

Sighing, Brielle looked overhead to see a bird. This bird looked familiar as she rose an eyebrow. Looking to Ryan, she paused before speaking.

"I must leave you now. I have business to attend to. If I find out you've caused havoc, I will use your head as a door stop..." With that said, she bowed her head and sprinted off towards the center of the village.

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