Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-25955740-20170822224213/@comment-25955740-20170829110059

A Sarutobi..? Huh. That was interesting.  Her amethyst hues narrowed to the name, his name, as she thought about it—Quite the stories that clan had. She had an aspect of his identity; name and face remembered. She thought about it, his voice, his actions and expressions, he held himself quite hostile to a point, saying he’ll kill a person without a second thought, however, he seemed rather chilled now.. He had mixed expressions if she could be honest. As she thought on this, she couldn’t tell if he was careless or opinionless. As she was shifted to her, standing up without a single expression or mumble of pain, she cleaned her crimson mess and picked up her cloak as she listened to his next question, he questioned why she believed such and seemed to be skilled enough to take pain, which was impressive in his opinion—Shaking her head for a second, had she actually ignored that question? “ Sacrificial .” A mumbled word for him to hear, what did it mean? She folded up her cloak, walking into his kitchen directly to his sink, there was a few dishes, but she moved them into the other side of the sink and moved the faucet to the empty-clean side as she ran a bit of water, cold water, taking her cloak, ringing it out of any blood she could, awhile her lips parted to speak.   “ I wouldn’t call it impressive. It bothers me. To take pain and torment.. Those are normal to me, an everyday thing. It’s hard to understand others in that regard. It’s not a dislike or hate for me. It’s just a standard of my day and life. It’s not a weakness. It’s a curse. ” Extending her right hand, she grabbed some soap, rubbing it into her cloak to clean it off, it wasn’t staining, which was good. “ Those three men had me beat on numbers and directness. I had them beat on speed and intelligence. I could outrun them for awhile, yes. I could’ve fought them, yes. However, I am not skilled in direct contact. Thus. My downfall would simple be getting caught by a direct hit and I would lose. I am not experience in ninjutsu, taijutsu or genjutsu, thus I must rely on tactic and speed. ” She paused for a moment. It was her turn to ask something, to invade his personal bubble and it’ll be a shame if he didn’t honor it and not just that, she wanted to see if she could truly judge someone by their cover.   “ You’ve suffered something. Haven’t you? ” She started it there, allowing a second to linger. She didn’t think about him that deeply, it was just brought up by how everything was locked, his reaction, how he easily wanted to result anything in death and how distrusting he was.. And he hardly seemed dispassionate. “ <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:700;white-space:pre-wrap;">I couldn’t help but notice. You are a skilled ninja. Yet. Such trivial things seem important to you. You aren’t an ANBU. ‘Least to my view. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She added. Her point was simple, this whole apartment was an example. It was isolated, it was simple and held nothing fancy, almost as if he preferred to be in ‘ <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">poor <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">’ in fashion; his habits too.