Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-26068742-20170824003340/@comment-32868247-20170827152451

 Oh wow. This guy was either gullible, or a really good actor. And somehow, despite him being a Shinobi, she didn’t think he’d ever really been through any major theater classes. Oh boy… She lowered her lute to the floor of the cart as they drew nearer to their destination, hearing him mutter something about women. “Hm? What was that?” He was certainly fun to pick on, though she wasn’t sure if that was because she’d gotten bored on the trip due to the lack of action or if it was because she’d desperately needed to unwind from the frustration of her earlier failed shopping attempt. Regardless of the reasons, she found herself looking forward. Meir, huh…? Her gaze trailed after a squirrel, and she glanced up in the trees, somewhat put off by how quiet everything was. Not that she expected a ton of wildlife, but… Ugh. What was the eerie feeling she was getting?



 “I mean, I guess you can call me that. Meir, Rin, Rina, Rinna, Ridiculous… It all works out about the same.” She gave an easy laugh, rolling her eyes. “As for the other question… Well, I don’t remember, really. We settled into Konoha at some point, but… I have an odd schedule and don’t get out around other humans much, so I couldn’t say when I got here and I doubt you would have seen me even if I’d been here for years.” She tapped her chin quietly, frowning down at her instrument for a moment in thought. “ Has it been years?” Not that she expected he’d know the answer to that. Moreso, it was a question for herself. She spent so much time in the shop that she really had no idea. Probably not, since her family had originally come from the Land of Eddies. For all intents and purposes, wherever they laid their heads was home. The idea of being nomadic was exciting, but… Well, she preferred her shop. It was getting quieter and quieter… And before she realized it, a man came into view. She sat upright slightly, gazing tensely towards him - was he alive? Unfortunately, this left her completely off-guard for the moment--- and when Deucalion tugged back on the reigns, the cart jolted to a stop and she found herself launched forwards, almost completely out of the seat. The only thing that stopped her from completely going end over end was that she threw out her hands and quickly caught herself before the motion could carry through completely. She glanced his way, ready to riddle him with complaints for the bad driving, but he was already jumping out towards the man.

She watched him cautiously, marveling once again at the fact that this was a Konoha Shinobi. At least...she thought he was. Was he? He was so impulsive, so openly emotional, so...gullible. At least, he seemed gullible. She couldn’t help thinking him naive, to just run off towards a strange man all alone like that. For all they knew, he could have been anyone. Bait, or victim. And yet, he approached the man with no caution whatsoever. Maybe it’s a police thing? She found herself huffing as she lurched out of the cart herself, soles of her shoes digging into the dirt road roughly and hearing the skidding as loose soil and dirt slid under her feet. She’d climbed out onto the edge of the road, and there was a bit of a dip - just enough to leave a fairly uneven spot. Combine that with the loose soil, and...well...it was a likely recipe for slipping. If she would have been watching where she was going, she might have chosen a better spot to land - unfortunately, she was busy watching Deucalion, since he didn’t seem to have any wits about him. “Whoa-- OUCH!” Her arms struck out as she felt her legs slipping out from under her, grasping at air before her head came down, forehead striking the side of the cart roughly before nearly hitting dirt. She quickly sat upright, but something warm and wet covered her left eye and forced her to close it before continuing down the side of her face in a quick stream. A gash to the forehead? Greaaat. She brushed her hands off quickly, trying to dislodge any dirt that might have stuck to her skin before raising a hand to wipe away the blood and put pressure to the cut for a few moments. Facial wounds could bleed, but they were mostly superficial… Still, it was probably better not to alert her momentary companion to this, since he had more important concerns. Being as she lacked any real medical ability, there was really nothing she could do to help the wounded man, so instead she lingered by the cart quietly and glanced out to watch.