Reaching Across The Aisle

Another day, another rainstorm. Despite the driving downpour and the unsettled wind, goods still wound their way down the road, a main artery that terminated in the resurgent village of Amegakure. Nonetheless, as carts continued to clatter along, two cloaked figures were going in the opposite direction. One whistled cheerfully as they went along.

"You're in a good mood," the taller of the two noted. Neither of them seemed bothered by the miserable conditions.

"Of course! We either have new friends or the mandate to ; it's a win-win situation!" their partner responded. They continued their whistling as the two sauntered along.

"So what do you think will happen? Will they be friendly? Or will we be bringing out the bodybags? Uncle TK bought me some for my birthday and I've been itching to use them. Now that most of the nasties are gone, there's no one to use them on."

The taller one paused for a second, before sniffing the air. "Depends on how desperate they are and how that desperation works. It could mean they're willing to cut a deal that gets them on the right side of surviving and new friends. Or it could mean they'll do something stupid that sends them to the next world." They smiled sardonically. "We'll see how this goes." They nod at fellow Ame-nin as they pass them. Most recognize "Jackie the Ripper" from the glowing eyes alone, but are wise enough to keep their thoughts to themselves.

"Well, they should be appearing any second now. Desperation is in the air."