Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-28929139-20170714035649/@comment-28929139-20170714194026

Kideme was going over a mental battle plan in her head. There was nine of them and one of her, so taking them head on or going in guns blazing would have not only been stupid, but suicide. If she wanted to pillage them for their supplies and safely make her way past them, she was going to have to break up that group. They looked like a bunch scrappy scragglers with nothing better to do and she was willing to bet money that they'd have chased her all the way to the Stone border.

Not today.

After some quick assessments of her surroundings versus that of the bandits, Kideme came up with a strategy. But in that moment, she could sense the presence of someone approaching and she turned her head to see a man with candy floss white hair. He looked so....ethereal. The fact that he was wearing white made him stand out and practically glow in stark juxtaposition to all the brown of the dirt roads and discoloration of the gray skies. How odd that he was moving about in an area like this alone, without a horse, and from what she could tell, unarmed. What was even odder was that he was approached her, and then when he did, he asked the oddest question.

"....My name?" She raised a brow, but to him, even her voice was the same as Tak's and her skeptical, reserved nature seemed to shine through. Perhaps the question itself wasn't that far-fetched, many people often did that, but it was just his tone of how he asked. As if he recognized her. "Kideme Sagara. Have we met?" She looked him in the eyes, searching his face for any answers. Kideme had a great memory and she had a flair for remembering people with very distinct features, and with his uncommonly white hair, she knew she'd have never forgotten his face if ever she had previously seen it.