Post by BEX on Jan 23, 2012 20:52:08 GMT -5
The sun beat down in horrid sweltering waves with the only solace coming by way of a momentary kiss of eastward wind coming off the western coasts of the island. Only gods among men survived the mentally and physically draining task of laboring tirelessly for a government who saw them only as tools. Tools they were indeed.
Mopping up a filmy layer of sunscreen weighted perspiration from his forehead the Director strode through his camp, eyes shimmering like black beetles as each minute detail was caught then discarded according to whether it met his standards of quality or not. One thing he did enjoy working with the ninja of this particular region was their attention to detail—warriors of precision as opposed to brute strength, yes, the Crysiland masters of ninjutsu were hardly ones to leave a task poorly or undone. Straightening the tweed knee length black coat he was reminded yet again how superior these black clad men and women were physically when compared to him and really man born of another land. The thought made him wrinkle his nose as though he’d smelled something unpleasant.
“When is our new recruit arriving upon the island?” he asked the air beside him.
In an instant the space previously unoccupied was filled with a woman as elegantly shaped as ever was before. Fae, was the prettier of the two assistants he’d personally selected from the scores of ninja presented to him after he received the title of director. Flowing indigo hair that remained untangled and harmonious fluidity as it rolled down to her shoulders, she remained a beauty that caught his eye each and every time she appeared before him. Only now the woman only served to remind him t hat Natai still hadn’t returned from her recon mission--another fact that grated on him when it came to mind. “He should be arriving at the entrance of the camp by the time you arrive.” the small woman responded blandly. Her eyes were leveled not at the man whom she had slowly become overly dedicated to, but instead on the path ahead of her. The Director couldn’t help casting a quick sidelong glance to drink in the sight of her another time. If only he could just reach out and squeeze one of those…
No.
He’d been down that rode before and likely Natai would find out about it…not that he f*cking cared anyhow! First she starts fights she can’t win; now she won’t leave me to a moment’s peace of mind! Damn women always causing trouble when they ought to be doing the opposite! Sensing his mood Fae allowed the space between them as they walked to grow. She was intelligent when it came to reading him. Both she and Mae were astute sensors of his emotions. It really was too bad that they were unable to leave all ties to their people behind and return with him once nine successful agents had been forged from these arid lands. Grumbling once more about women before mopping his forehead with the kerchief again he pressed on until he finally saw the tiny plain white flag hanging limply at the point that marked the entrance of the encampment. Native wild life saw the flag and knew it to mean that the Crysiland ninja were populating here—a testament to the people’s dominance when creatures with no sense knew enough to steer clear of them without cause. Everyone on this island was like that.
Not far off he could just make out shadowy forms coming through the abundance of leaves hanging down from trees too tall to spot their tops in the sky. Even with the excellent shelter the sun’s rays still beat down with retribution upon the small gathering and the Director impatiently awaited the arrival of his latest recruit. He’d lost Neyruk and a good many others, but it seemed that he still managed to hold ties to Natai and Demetri. Those two would be his pillars for now. They gave him something to start with and he needed all the progress he could get. “I hope you people warned him about staring openly at women before bringing him here” It was a question rather than a wish, one that would certainly serve this particular fellow’s health a great deal.
The women were usually the worse when they felt disrespected. Women were a problem in all lands.
Mopping up a filmy layer of sunscreen weighted perspiration from his forehead the Director strode through his camp, eyes shimmering like black beetles as each minute detail was caught then discarded according to whether it met his standards of quality or not. One thing he did enjoy working with the ninja of this particular region was their attention to detail—warriors of precision as opposed to brute strength, yes, the Crysiland masters of ninjutsu were hardly ones to leave a task poorly or undone. Straightening the tweed knee length black coat he was reminded yet again how superior these black clad men and women were physically when compared to him and really man born of another land. The thought made him wrinkle his nose as though he’d smelled something unpleasant.
“When is our new recruit arriving upon the island?” he asked the air beside him.
In an instant the space previously unoccupied was filled with a woman as elegantly shaped as ever was before. Fae, was the prettier of the two assistants he’d personally selected from the scores of ninja presented to him after he received the title of director. Flowing indigo hair that remained untangled and harmonious fluidity as it rolled down to her shoulders, she remained a beauty that caught his eye each and every time she appeared before him. Only now the woman only served to remind him t hat Natai still hadn’t returned from her recon mission--another fact that grated on him when it came to mind. “He should be arriving at the entrance of the camp by the time you arrive.” the small woman responded blandly. Her eyes were leveled not at the man whom she had slowly become overly dedicated to, but instead on the path ahead of her. The Director couldn’t help casting a quick sidelong glance to drink in the sight of her another time. If only he could just reach out and squeeze one of those…
No.
He’d been down that rode before and likely Natai would find out about it…not that he f*cking cared anyhow! First she starts fights she can’t win; now she won’t leave me to a moment’s peace of mind! Damn women always causing trouble when they ought to be doing the opposite! Sensing his mood Fae allowed the space between them as they walked to grow. She was intelligent when it came to reading him. Both she and Mae were astute sensors of his emotions. It really was too bad that they were unable to leave all ties to their people behind and return with him once nine successful agents had been forged from these arid lands. Grumbling once more about women before mopping his forehead with the kerchief again he pressed on until he finally saw the tiny plain white flag hanging limply at the point that marked the entrance of the encampment. Native wild life saw the flag and knew it to mean that the Crysiland ninja were populating here—a testament to the people’s dominance when creatures with no sense knew enough to steer clear of them without cause. Everyone on this island was like that.
Not far off he could just make out shadowy forms coming through the abundance of leaves hanging down from trees too tall to spot their tops in the sky. Even with the excellent shelter the sun’s rays still beat down with retribution upon the small gathering and the Director impatiently awaited the arrival of his latest recruit. He’d lost Neyruk and a good many others, but it seemed that he still managed to hold ties to Natai and Demetri. Those two would be his pillars for now. They gave him something to start with and he needed all the progress he could get. “I hope you people warned him about staring openly at women before bringing him here” It was a question rather than a wish, one that would certainly serve this particular fellow’s health a great deal.
The women were usually the worse when they felt disrespected. Women were a problem in all lands.