Haru Tsukan's Story

Haru stood up upon hearing the voices. Without turning around, she analyzed the situation. Two females. One male. The females did not seem to like each other. Despite her curiosity, the corner of her mouth lifted in a half smile. Amusing. 

Taking a deep breath, she turned and saw the three. Something struck her as odd about them. They did not seem... ordinary. Haru raised an eyebrow. Interesting. Might as well check the situation out. Making allies couldn't hurt, she reminded herself. The grass brushed against her as she approached them, cool and brazen as ever. She whistled a short note. 

"'Ey!" she called. "Whassup?" It might have been informal, but that was her style. It's not like she was trying to impress anyone. 

"'Future priestess?!' Don't make me laugh, Tomasu!" Mokou objected stoutly, giving a slight glare to her annoying fellow clansman. She did not object further, however, for just then, two strange figures appeared out of nowhere. The first hailed them rather rudely, but Mokou didn't really care how polite or rude they were. Grinning and waving back, she was just about to reply when she heard a loud noise, like something stampeding through the brush. Turning about, she placed a hand on her sword. The sound stopped suddenly, but although nothing appeared, she didn't withdraw her hand from Tentou's hilt. Not until she confirmed the fact that a person was now walking toward them. She might have removed her hand then from politeness, but she delayed a moment, noticing that the newest arrival was wearing what looked like a shroud of chains, a most unnatural mask to hide one's face with. He hailed then in a somewhat nervous voice, which only further confused the young warrior. Too many things about this man's sudden arrival, appearance and actions didn't add up.

"If this is your hunting ground, then why don't you know where you are?" She asked pointedly, sounding rather skeptical of the chainheaded man's claims. Turning back to Tomasu, she motioned toward the road and whispered.

"With all the people who have showed up so suddenly, I don't think standing out here in the tallgrass serves any purpose but to give us a bad case of itches. Besides, if something happens and a fight starts, it might be better to be out in the open."