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[color=9e0b0f][b]Location:[/b] Iwa to Ame - [b]Interaction:[/b] N/A - [b]Squad 4[/b][/color] 

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[indent] The news had almost come as a surprise that she would be heading off to Ame. From what the Kunoichi had read and heard, it wasn't exactly somewhere she ever cared to find herself.  But for the Nation, she would gladly serve and give her life to help aid in the success of its growth. Miyako rubbed her Omamari's between her fingers at the VTOL craft landed, her expression remained blank and unsurprised by the massive vessel that would carry her to Ame. Her eyes shifted from each face of the Shinobi's that would be traveling with her to Ame, her mind began to wander on who she would cross paths with again - who would be sent home in the VTOL alive or dead.  But these thoughts didn't loom over her, concerned with only her own well being for the moment. It wouldn't be till she was in a squad that she would begin to care about the misfortune of others. 

As the craft landed, the chosen ones were ushered in - Miyako acquiring a window seat, she gracefully folded her hands in her lap as her attention turned to look out the window. The buildings were suddenly becoming the size of small hills as the craft soared up and away to their destination. The trivial chattering of her possible future comrades reached her ears, but she fell short of any conversation as she began to reminisce on any and all information pertaining to Village they would soon be arriving at. Her brain was like a rolodex, circling through random pieces of information she could pull from her memories. Her attention turned back to the window as rain began to pitter patter quietly, the clouds looming over head left an ominous feeling rising in her gut. They had arrived.

 She grabbed for her Luck Talisman and rubbed it in between her fingers - the landing was smooth, and the door smoothly slid open. Attendants were parked outside to shuttle every arriving passenger to their rooms, and make light of their arrival to this gloomy village. [color=2e3192]"What a dreadful place..."[/color] She murmured as she exited the craft, her face turning to that of disgust as the foul air reached her nostrils. She placed her kimono sleeve over her nose and lower face - a feeble attempt at keeping the smell at bay. [i]"Kurosawa, Miyako?"[/i] A voice called out to her, she turned and met eyes with a young man - [i]"Follow me please".[/i] Keeping her arm raised to her face, she followed him obediently. He would try to make small talk with her, but it was a feeble attempt on his part. Her mind began to wander, and absorb what it could as they walked along towards her room for the night. [/indent]

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[color=9e0b0f][b]Location[/b]: Ame - [b]Interaction:[/b] N/A -[b] Squad 4[/b][/color][/center]
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As the sun rose, so did the Kunoichi - or at least she assumed it was rising through the rainclouds. The dead of the night became a bit brighter, but all the while the Village still retained a mundane feel to it. Feelings of nervousness slightly filled her body, only because she was unsure of what was to unfold at this meeting. Miyako stared around the rather large room she was placed in, it didn't impress her all too much. Except to wonder why her village would spend the extra coin to have their Shinobi and Kunoichi's in such comforting rooms. It left her to come to the conclusion that this mission may be more rigorous than she imagined, tho the comfortable nights sleep was appreciated. She ate a filling breakfast, and followed a similar routine to most - a shower, and then putting her attire together. What took the longest was combing out her long coal hair, but once she felt it was satisfactory, she rose and began to inspect the room of anything she could be forgetting. Nope. Nothing.

Miyako began to walk out of her room, but a small mobile spot on the wall caught her attention - her eyes shimmered with excitement at the baby spider that crawled along the wall to the corner of the ceiling. She gave a small bow, as an actual thin lipped smile appeared on her slender ghostly face. [color=662d91]"Ah, such a symbol of fortune to of been bestowed upon me this morning..."[/color] Miyako hummed, she took her talismans in her hand and let out a relaxed, and relieved breath. The dreadful feeling that had filled her gut upon arriving was now to slowly dissipate with the good luck symbol that greeted her this morning. She watched the small spider crawl along the wall, and departed from her room - though her face wouldn't show it, she was beaming with confidence for what was to come. 
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[center][color=9e0b0f][b]Location:[/b] Great Hall - [b]Interaction:[/b] Selective Team Members - [b]Squad 4[/b][/color][/center]
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It would be only mere minutes that she would arrive after Sakana, having to go through the same process as every other attendee and receiving a seat number. She thanked the correspondent after receiving her '[i]ok[/i]' to proceed. Folding her arms into her kimono, Miyako made her way through the gushing crowd quickly, to get away from any needless chatter that could arise. Miyako made eye contact with the young black eyed boy that was going to be seated next to her, she gave him a small bow. [color=662d91]"Uragiri, Sakana - a pleasure to be alongside you,"[/color] as if the boy needed his full name recited to him, it was a small way for her to affirm information into that library of a brain. She took a seat next to him, removing her hands from her kimono, resting them in her lap neatly. [color=662d91]"I believe we will be successful in whatever is to come"[/color] she commented, leaving it at that. Very seldom few shared the same beliefs that she did, and it wasn't within her interest to ever elaborate on it, unless she was asked. The two could possibly be mistaken as sharing a blood relation, even the way they carried themselves seemed to be one in the same. She remembered reading his file one day back in Iwa, being of the Intelligence Division, she was introduced to a wide array of files and tales. Miyako was familiar with what the Shinobi was capable of, but not of [i]who[/i] he was. The only thing she could hope for was a cell that would be able to communicate, and execute the task at hand appropriately. 

The chatter that filled the room played alongside the feeling of anticipation - as many mouths sparked conversations of what was to come from this meeting. One's self could be riddled with anxiety as the emotion of the room seemed to surge from excitement, to nervousness. Miyako detached herself from the emotions that were circulating as the universe had sent her a sign of a fruitful mission - she felt she had no need to worry. Her focus was now turned onto the newcomer that approached Sakana. Staring the Shinobi up and down, she began to form her first opinion of him - and then nodded as they met eyes. [color=662d91]"Kurosawa, Miyako - I will be apart of your team as well,"[/color] She spoke to the boy firmly, [color=662d91]"Nice to meet you...?"[/color] Her eyes stuck to his face as she waited for him to introduce himself, her hands still perfectly folded in her lap as she spoke to him. 


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