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tampered2006-08-27 06:26 pm
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Log: Ongoing
When; Sometime later this evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Kimimaro (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ossuarybouquet) & Deidara (chaoticcreator)
Summary; Two ninjas set out to investigate the 'sabbuwei' in the middle of a snowstorm.
Log;
Visibility even in the narrowest of city streets had been reduced to zero; the snowfall was such a solid mass that the shadows of various overhead buildings and trees caught like motes across the wind. It was freezing, in the drafty hallways of the half-inhabited apartments as well as outside; but Kimimaro didn't even seem to notice the elements tearing at his clothes and hair as he stood still between snowdrifts and silence.
Motion seemed to come to him easier than breathing in the icy air, and the billowing robes at his wrists and knees didn't appear to impede him at all as he flowed through complex arcs and fluid lines, eyes closed serenely as he stepped through the fundamentals of his dance--each move deliberate and deadly even without the edge of his kekkei as he allowed instinct to guide his oustretched hands, each gesture a killing blow.
Rating; PG
Characters; Kimimaro (
ossuarybouquet) & Deidara (chaoticcreator)Summary; Two ninjas set out to investigate the 'sabbuwei' in the middle of a snowstorm.
Log;
Visibility even in the narrowest of city streets had been reduced to zero; the snowfall was such a solid mass that the shadows of various overhead buildings and trees caught like motes across the wind. It was freezing, in the drafty hallways of the half-inhabited apartments as well as outside; but Kimimaro didn't even seem to notice the elements tearing at his clothes and hair as he stood still between snowdrifts and silence.
Motion seemed to come to him easier than breathing in the icy air, and the billowing robes at his wrists and knees didn't appear to impede him at all as he flowed through complex arcs and fluid lines, eyes closed serenely as he stepped through the fundamentals of his dance--each move deliberate and deadly even without the edge of his kekkei as he allowed instinct to guide his oustretched hands, each gesture a killing blow.