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Yoshi shipped around from down the hall suspiciously gazing at her.  "Where did you come from?"


" from the road..I have been..traveling to meet my family. On the way I was attacked by thieves, I am very hungry." Eve said.. She patted her self on the back internally. She had traveled to see her aunt..She just so happened to be dead now..Thieves had attacked her but they were the ones that paid the price. Hunger was no lie, her stomach growled in response.
 
Quote: With all the dark deeds going on his suspicions did not subside much, but the poor kid did seem hungry. Nor did he see a kid in his vision. "Come inside. I am sure there is plenty for you to eat."
 
With all the dark deeds going on his suspicions did not subside much, but the poor kid did seem hungry.  Nor did he see a kid in his vision.  "Come inside.  I am sure there is plenty for you to eat."

( hey she is not that young..only.four..plus six.minus two..19)
Smiling Eve walked into the dojo the smell of almond cookies had her walking faster..." So what is your name..." Eve asked to just pass the silence..
 
Suddenly, both ninja found Hijiri standing in front of them. "Glad you asked!" he said, obviously showing off. "My name is Hijiri, humble ninja and master of the elements! and who might you be, fair young maiden sent to me from the heavens above, like a daffodil in a vase of flowers..."
 
(he's gonna call her a kid anyhow :p )

Yoshi was often kind when he spoke, unless he was facing a foe or irritated, but he didn't speak often. "Calm down you overgrown fuzzy flirt." He blinked at him then continued walking. He laughed on the inside.
 
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Yoshi glanced back then decided to confront him. "Eve the kitchen is there, I will be right back." He returned to Hijiri. "Knock it off." He poked him in the chest with a firm but hushed tone.
 
Mumakai was resting on a bench in the dojo gardens when he heard a scream. What could it be NOW? he wondered. The scream came from the kitchen. It sounded just like Sanya. Even though he was hurt, Mumakai was up and taking a beeline for the kitchen. He reached a pile of rubble blocking his path, and sat down, discouraged. since I'm wounded, I'll have to do this the hard way. Mumakai sat down, meditating, imagining himself lifting the pile with ease...

...and a minute later, he was sitting on the other side of the pile. Not exactly what I had in mind, he though, looking behind him at the rubble, but it'll do. Huh? what's that? Mumakai found a scrap of old bamboo paper, the paper used to make scrolls, lying on the ground. he picked it up and ran down the hall towards the kitchen.
 

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