Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20161214011641/@comment-30269418-20161216051256

Rena watched what Obelisk was doing with an intense interest. He seemed to reanimate the corpse, which shocked her a little. After the conversation finished, she approached the burned woman before she'd be returned to the earth from where she came. She didn't expect a response, if Obelisk was in a hurry, but maybe it would bring her solace. Even if their sensei wanted her to keep her guard up.. "Look. I know it sucks. Fire sucks. And... yeah, you died. I'm sorry. Nobody should have to die that way. I almost did, and it's painful. But our sensei... please forgive her." She'd raise her left bandaged arm and slam her severely scarred/burned right fist into one of the places she knew there was stitches. Purple began to soak the bandages in that area. "This is 80% of my body. I'm sure we would have saved you if we could, if we knew. It's... so, so painful.  But, I'll return. I'll bring your body back home and explain what happened. And I'll remember you. I'm sure we all will. So please, forgive our sensei, because you died a death you didn't deserve. You've died, but you've done something great for Konoha. So, thank you. That man can't hurt you anymore." She bowed her head in respect. If there was a response, she'd linger for but a moment before turning away. "And we'll make him stop."

She'd return to find the truth. But still, she wouldn't trust her eyes; the only reason she trusted that woman is because of the relay of information.

She'd follow her team as they continued. Perhaps the man she had been speaking of was an old man...? Quite spry if he could string up that many shinobi.

And then Obelisk suggested they should hold hands. Rena would dart to Nanalu and instantly take her hand; not because she wanted to hold her hand per say, but because the mist was as black as the night. Rena began to shake a little; the mist reminded her of something but she wasn't quite sure what. These spells of deja vu came and went, but none of them instilled fear like this. It was almost as bad, if not worse, than her fear of fire and the dark combined. Whoever grabbed her hand next, she'd look back to check who they were before turning back and squeezing her eyes shut, counting on Nanalu to lead her, hoping that Nanalu would get her out of the fog. She was afraid and she didn't want to see the darkness. Obelisk would comment on how ugly they were.

Forgetting her fear, she'd retort with, "Have you looked in a mirror lately?" ....crap! What the hell was that? She'd never said anything like that to anyone before. She was definetely losing it. She'd stutter on her next sentence, her fear flooding back with her doubt. It was difficult to focus and she had to forget her fear again. "N-Nanalu, remember the time we.... B-body flicker training. Laughed... we laughed at the end, went to eat. What is it that we ate?" Games. Quizzes. She always had fun when she was playing something that was like a game. This time around, she'd ask Nanalu twenty questions throughout the mission, especially when she was scared. She'd follow up with the second question. "Nana...lu. Nanalu, wha... what was the... when we were training, running around and stealthily body-flickering, who won the race to the roof?"

She couldn't help it. She was scared. But maybe... she didn't delay, she simply ran along with Nanalu. She wouldn't slow down no matter how much she talked.

"Obelisk... where'd we first meet? Sachi-sensei, can you cook?" She didn't know much about Sachi-sensei. She knew it was a mission but maybe... maybe this would help her relax. She'd breathe in, and breathe out. She'd stop her questions now.