Drowning Stones

A dreary cityscape. Perpetual rain that discouraged any sort of travel. It was Azumi's fortune that she happened upon this place when giving the slip to Iwa's shinobi. The industrial design and chaotic happenings made this place a beautiful location for disappearing. Plus it gave Azumi a legitimate reason to use her umbrella. While she may not be familiar with the workings of this area, she knew that the Iwa-nin would be just as clueless. With luck they either turned back or were killed; this place didn't take kindly to the meddling of other nations. They had lost too much after all. Azumi's head finally quieted, her bloodthirsty companion ceasing its bellowing and ferocious complaints. While the other side stopped wondering why she didn't end it already; an oddball like her would never be accepted into mainstream society. Such a thought prompted the remembrance of a label she heard so often; Changeling. Though perhaps she could be described that way any more. Though her unique appearance and consistent heterochromia would serve as a distinction. Azumi placed her umbrella's handle on her shoulder, listening to the steady pitter-patter of raindrops as they slid down the outer layer of her umbrella. She honestly felt it was far too quiet given the hour, though she doubted anyone would consider walking around in this weather. The woman sighed, her mind barren for once as she thought about all that could have been done to Iwagakure. Perhaps she was a victim who couldn't overcome her own paranoia. She winced as the voice roared for once more, asking why she didn't kill them. Her parents especially. Scum of the earth who she wished weren't related to her. Part of her hoped they were dead, only to receive the steely retort that such faith wouldn't be necessary if she had done the job herself. Nevertheless, she continued to meander down the path, her careless if not distinctive appearance masking the woman's acute observation of her surroundings. While an excellent cover, Amegakure was not a haven by any stretch of the imagination. Unless you were a criminal; perhaps this was home then since the missing-nin label was ascribed to her.