one_long_mission | [Open] I have too many Gaara mused OTL

In the blink of an eye, from one moment to the next, she was somewhere else. The redhead blinked in mild surprise and stared around at her surroundings. This...didn't look like Kumo. She'd been there a moment ago, speaking with the Raikage about possibly reworking some of their treaties, and now...

She appeared to be standing on the outskirts of a village that she didn't recognize; from the numerous pinpricks of strong, trained chakras, she suspected it was a shinobi village of some sort. That was...not a bad thing, she decided. And so Sabaku no Gaara began walking toward the village, long red curls lifting briefly away from her neck in the stray breeze.

If this is genjutsu, it is unlike anything I have seen before, she mused as she walked, easily weaving between others visiting the markets and wandering. The gourd strapped to her back earned her a few surprised looks, but she ignored them in favor of searching for someone who was likely to be a shinobi; civilians rarely had the answers she required.

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...what would you have to get creative about, Shisui? That scarf was white and red and oh-so-soft to the touch; expensive silk, actually. She'd be ever so sad to have lost it, actually.

But luckily - apparently - the stranger that had bumped into her had seen it fall and caught it before the stamp of careless feet could grind it into the dusty, hard-packed earth of the market. She didn't hear him land, but she'd felt the burst of chakra as he followed.

Sand puffed from the mouth of the gourd warningly as she turned, the question of 'why are you following me?' obviously on her lips - then she caught sight of the scarf and blinked down at herself. "Oh-" She'd dropped it. She glanced at the cliffs, then at Shisui. "...I suppose it could be?" she replied, slightly confused, and reached for her scarf.

...About making up an excuse to follow her, maybe~? But the smile widens as he hands over the scarf, and then glances over at the mountains. "Hm, perhaps." But he sort of had a much better view right in front of him just then~

"Are you new here?" Quietly shifting behind her, Shisui sits cross legged on the roof, eying her from his spot.

Are you being a creeper, Shisui? Good thing Gaara wouldn't have any idea if you were either way. Taking the scarf, there's a moment where she examined the length of fabric for damage, then wound it around her hips again and turned halfway to look at those mountains as well. Have a pretty profile view, Shisui - that jacket and lilac vest hide quite a lot.

"You might say that. One moment I was speaking to Raikage-dono, the next..." She shrugged, lightly brushing red curls over her shoulder. "The next, I was standing outside this village. I am still uncertain as to what happened." She slanted a glance down at him, unaware of the fact that he might be looking at her. "You?"

He had been looking. So much so that he quickly averted his gaze to her face when she spoke to him. "I was headed to Suna." Coincidence? He uncrossed his legs then, bringing one knee up to rest his elbow on. "Got delayed thanks to a sand storm, and once it cleared, I was here." He paused, looking down at the busy streets below them. "I's not a genjutsu," he confirmed, eying her sideways.

That makes her turn back to him, green eyes slightly surprised. "To Suna, really?" He wears a Konoha hitai-ate, which makes him an ally - at least in her eyes. Hearing that he was headed to Suna just piques her interest.

Talk of a sandstorm gives her pause. "I see." She crosses the few steps over and knees, carefully, to peer at him. "And you are unharmed, aside from that?" If he's an ally, she has to be concerned about him. But - "I know. I am somewhat proficient with genjutsu, though," a glance at his dark hair and darker eyes, "not as much as a member of the esteemed Uchiha Clan. Even so, I can tell that this is not - would that it was." At least then it would make sense.

She didn't even have to look at his hair and eyes; he was wearing that tell-tale high collared shirt. But he snuck in a glance at her face again, so he wasn't complaining~

"The sandstorm didn't do any damage, really, just delayed me. I'm fine!" And he laughs when she talks about his clan. "Yeah our 'esteemed' clan. Pffft. So... Where are you from?" He hoped she wouldn't mind telling him, though that would be difficult, given that people were still rather wary of Uchiha.

That was true enough. The glance had been to confirm it, though. She didn't immediately straighten, partly because the gourd was resting on the roof life this and it alleviated some of the weight off her back.

There was a slight frown at his treatment of her comment about his clan, but she let it go, draping an arm over her knee and sighing. "I am from Suna," was the unhurried reply. She didn't seem to distrust him at all. "I am - or was, I am uncertain as to how this will change - the Godaime Kazekage."

A beat. "I am called Sabaku no Gaara, though just 'Gaara' is preferable, unless you happen to be my enemy."

[Open] I have too many Gaara mused OTL

Gaara is confused.

It is super effective?

Perhaps. She's used to chivalry, /kage's daughter

lololol he's a knight without a title XD

Pffft.

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