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 Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 1:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 1:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 4:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2018 12:06 am
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『 o i n i n - b u t a i ￤ h u n t e r - n i n 』
▹ ► As Taylor stepped off the ferry she would easily notice the Aburame standing further down the dock, by the toll booth that monitored and registered newly arrived goods and individuals into the Land of Mist. Taylor's insects were calmly acknowledged by a lone drone of the Oinin Aburame. At the near same time the individual with a large amount of chakra neared Taylor - and continued walking by. A shorter, younger-looking individual walked up to Taylor, a bright grin on her face.
"Hello, sis." The young woman spoke. She was neither an Aburame nor dressed like a shinobi. Her neck was covered with lines of beads and semi-precious stones in a complex necklace. This close, Taylor would see the tattoo beneath though it's detail and extent was lost. "Big bro and I would like to walk home with you." She continued, softly nodding to the Oinin. Taylor would recognise her from the ferry, scribbling excitedly in her sketchbook. Her face fell to worry. "A lot happened when you left. Papa got hurt. He says..." The girl pauses, biting the inside of her check. "He says if you run away again, he can't convince the grandparents to let you back home. Please don't prove them right," She adds, voice low and pained. "Please tell us you want to come home and not be mean."
Behind the young woman, the masked Aburame had yet to move, but the lone drone had revealed something about his hive; they were bred to kill other insects.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2018 1:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2018 4:16 pm
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『 o i n i n - b u t a i ￤ h u n t e r - n i n 』
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▹ ► The numerous necklaces wrapped around the young woman's throat shone as they caught the light. She moved to stand in front of Taylor - remaining a respectable distance so as to not to imply any intention of being a threat - with the same look of worry on her face. "Please, sis." She spoke softly. "If you trust Papa at all, if you have no regrets nor anything to hide, then please, you should feel no threat from us. Including big brother's bugs, yeah?" She gave a hopeful smile to Taylor, her own body language relaxed and calm. "The grandparents will want to ask you things, I won't lie. They'll be mean about it too. Really mean and cranky-like." She frowned at the thought of it, paying no mind to the beetle-like insect that landed on the back of her left hand. "But Papa sent us specifically for you. Because he's hoping you're coming home - that you aren't mad or cranky-like like the grandparents. That you don't hate your family, no matter the faults and arguments we've had." She pauses, eyes wide and bright, and her left hand extended, palm up and the male Aburame's drone was nestled in the web of her index and middle finger, peeking out and up at Taylor with a calm acknowledgement. "If you're worried, or scared, just tell us. We're on your side sis. We want you to know you still have family - by blood or no."
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2018 6:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2018 1:00 am
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