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[dangerouswind]

[Temari's back.

She's not sure she wants to be. She's keeping to the trees as much as she can, before she finally decides she really needs to get into the town and figure out what in the hell is going on.

There's blood smeared across her cheek. Her hands are scraped raw. Her wings -- normally tucked away under her clothes -- are ragged and missing feathers here and there. There's a wild look in her eye.

And she doesn't really know where she is.

This might not end well. At least she doesn't have her fan on her.]

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[dangerouswind.livejournal.com]

[She's fine. Absolutely fine, despite having only hazy memories of how she even ended up in this situation. She looks fine, doesn't she?]

Who are you?

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[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

You can call me Xander, that's close enough. Who are you?

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[dangerouswind.livejournal.com]

You don't need to know.

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[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

[He frowns and stands up, axe and pine branches reclaimed.] Well that's no fair. I told you who I was.

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[dangerouswind.livejournal.com]

[She takes a step back, hands rising in a defensive posture. She does not like that axe.]

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

[What's wrong with the axe?] Ha. You're acting like I'm going to hurt you or something.

[dangerouswind.livejournal.com]

[It's sharp. That's less than shiny.] One never knows. [Yeah, she's eying you.]

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

No, see, I always know stuff like this. I'm that Guy Who Rarely Hurts People. At least not on purpose.

[dangerouswind.livejournal.com]

That's what you say.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Do I look like I know how to use this thing? On people?

[dangerouswind.livejournal.com]

Appearances deceive.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

I guess they do, sometimes. You look like you need help. Is that true?

[dangerouswind.livejournal.com]

No. It's not.

[She's such a liar.]

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

If I were to offer MY help, would you accept it?

[dangerouswind.livejournal.com]

[She considers this for a few minutes.] No.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Riiiiiiiiiiiight WELL? Me and my completely non-lethal axe and my pine sticks are going back to the village now. Feel free to wander around out here all bloodied up and paranoid for a few hours more, 'kay?