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Post by Mokuro on Dec 21, 2013 21:28:38 GMT -5
Standing before a fleet of shinobi, the cloaked man peered inquisitively at each of the ninja standing in front of him. He could feel and sense their loyal at an atomic level, to them he was a man that couldn't be contested by any other. A cascading column of smoke billowed up from the butt of his cigar. His stubble chin poked out into the open, inhaling on the green drug that was tightly rolled into his cigar.
Although, he was a frequent smoker, he had a habit of over indulging whenever he had a decision that needed to be made. With a hefty pull on his cigar, the Mohawk-sporting Lord yawned a smoky yawn as he rubbed his chin with his index finger and his thumb. It was then that he selected the two of his personal operatives that would be conducting the mission that he was assigning.
"Mokuro-sama," a voice called from behind him, turning around to acknowledge whomever had just called his name, the cigar-smoking Lord of Yomigakure huffed.
"What is it?" his deep, rough baritone asked in a rather rude tone of voice.
"The mission was a success." The pink haired, spectacle wearing shinobi grinned. Thumbing through the stack of manilla folders that he held in his arm, he found the one which held the images of the captured Kazekage. "They are sealing him in the laboratory right now, as we speak."
Grinning widely, Mokuro bellowed a loud, devious laugh. His teeth clenched down on his cigar, smoke rolling off of his tongue and through the slits in his teeth.
"Great! Everything's going according to plan." He grinned nice again. "With the Kazekage in our possession, if the reconnaissance we gathered is true, soon we'll be able to harness his abilities and apply them to our...operations."
"Send word for Maka-sama."
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