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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 9:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 8:34 am
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Bast hid the headset that she was using to talk to San--who was away on a mission--when she noticed a girl in the doorway.
"Not at all!" the Kazekage told the girl, who looked like one of the students who had recently graduated from the academy. Bast was used to small class sizes, but this one had been ridiculously so. "It's no trouble, no trouble at all."
She threw her coat over the pile of polished senbon needles and kunai on the floor, sat up straight, and wiped her shoe prints from her desk.
"What can I do for you, young lady?" she asked. It felt wrong to assume that the girl was from the Academy, so she was acting like she did not remember. Truthfully, she didn't remember the girl specifically, just her general build; the face rang a bell, but it was a small world.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 2:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:56 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 11:48 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 12:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 1:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 2:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 2:33 pm
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Bast agreed, and said as much. The pens on her desk skittered around frantically, lined up, and listened to her orders, which boiled down to staying in the Office and letting any visitors know where she was. She smacked a piece of paper down on the table. The animated writing utensils saluted, then skittered into the dark recesses of the room. When she was finished equipping herself for the training exercise, she turned back to the sweet flower.
"The library it is!" she proclaimed, a hint of excitement in her voice. With none of her subordinates in the Village for so long, she had gotten lonely, but now there was company. She wondered when she would stop mentally frolicking through fields of flowers and go back to her usual self, but had no way to ascertain that at the moment.
She was on her way to the library before she remembered that she was supposed to be taking someone there, but she refrained from turning around out of embarrassment. Her long, white robes kicked up dust as she strolled along the sandy road. The overwhelming heat of the day was made bearable by the wide hat she wore, the symbol of the Wind Country proudly emblazoned on it front. Tea sloshed back and forth in the flask on her hip as she walked, occasionally bumping into the sword at her side.
---To Library---
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