Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-26068742-20170806205515/@comment-28929139-20170806221259

During the ride from the Daimyo's palace to Amegakure, Kideme changed kimono's in the carriage, not wanting to ruin her clothes. Since she still had on her corset and bloomers from the palace, neither Duke nor Hayato wouldn't be exposed to something they shouldn't be seeing. Swapping the fancy torn kimono for her usual red and white doryung and white linen pants, Kideme completed the change with her black tabi boots and stuffed everything back into the large scroll which went back into Bindi's kimono. Although it would likely be useless, she also pulled out a red hooded cloak to cover her head and keep the rain out.

"I like the rain..." She said offhandedly in response to Duke's first comment.

The events back at the palace still kind of had her mind reeling but Kideme had mostly calmed down. She was sitting one the bench as she peered out the window to observe all the constant falls of rain, and just couldn't believe her eyes. There was barely much of a transition, but it went from a warm summer day to a cold rainy night in December. Just like that. The dreary skies and the falling mist of the place gave the village a very eerie effect as the pelting sounds of rainfall seemed to drown out the normal buzz of the village it occupied, making it seem dead. That couldn't be farther from the truth and Kideme turned away from the window and just restless turned back in her seat to face Duke and Hayato. Both of them were quiet, and quite frankly, she herself didn't have much to say. Instead, she utilized the time to strap on her weapons. Her senbon, shuriken and kunai were all in place, shamisen strapped to her back, hammer harnessed to her leg, rope, fan, doll, tanto. Everything was in place.

As Duke spoke up, Kideme looked to him and nodded while listening. "Right. Aizen...tower. And I agree. I'm a little tired and kinda hungry." With having just acquired a fair amount of food, Kideme could have eaten right there, but she felt a little too vulnerable to do it in a small carriage going through a village where anything could happen. Eating in a position like that would have made her a sitting duck. Soon enough too, the carriage pulled to a stop and Kideme pulled on the cloak, pulling the hood over her head and hair. "I guess this is our stop...." If they all agreed, Kideme would gingerly step out of the carriage, glancing around the village.