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[dangerouswind]

[At some point during the afternoon, as you walk across the town or through well-used paths in the fringes of the forest, you may feel as if you're being watched.

Yes. You.

A fleeting shadow, the feeling of eyes following your every move, the feeling that you can't shake a follower. You know the one. It makes the hair at the nape of your neck stand on end. Makes you paranoid and jumpy. Or maybe just amused. Annoyed. Whatever it does, it's there.

Temari's not trying too hard to stay unseen. It's less training and more something to do. You might turn around and see a ninja standing behind you. Maybe she's touching down next to you. Maybe you're attacking. (She won't like that much, to be honest, but maybe that's how you respond to being watched.)

There's a ninja stalking you. What do?]

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[anxiousgrace]

[...

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Cayla makes a mental note to upgrade her medication dosage. She's in the forest, returning to CH6 after a trying dance session in the battledome, and she swears it's like she's being followed. Shadows seem to twist unnaturally in the corner of her eye, and the branches above her seem to arch and sway a little more than the wind could cause.

So she's going to turn around, just to make absolutely certain there is no one behind her. For good or for ill, there is.]

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[anxiousgrace]

[ajkgsdlh]

Oh. Hello.

[dangerouswind]

[She's standing there as if she hasn't a care in the world.] Afternoon.

[anxiousgrace]

[Well, not crazy is a good thing.]

Were you following me that whole time?

[dangerouswind]

Define 'whole time.'

[anxiousgrace]

... Since I left the battledome?

[dangerouswind]

Then, yes. I have been.

[anxiousgrace]

[That was surprisingly frank.]

Why?

[dangerouswind]

Because I can. Because I was bored. Because I wanted to. Take your pick.

[anxiousgrace]

[Actually, she was doing a pretty good job of it, all things considered.]

If you're bored, why not go to the battledome or something? [And not stalk paranoid people.]

[dangerouswind]

Simulated battles versus actually watching real people? Yeah. I'll take reality.

[anxiousgrace]

They don't have to be simulated. If you want to go spar... [Yeah, she's a little tired from ballet, but it's actually a great workout for the martial arts. And Cayla is very good at both.]

[dangerouswind]

I didn't have anyone to spar with. Wasn't really looking for a spar anyway.

[anxiousgrace]

Well, did you want to do anything in particular? Aside from stalking me?

[dangerouswind]

Ah, no. [Just a little awkward. She knows.]

[anxiousgrace]

[...}

Do what you like.

[dangerouswind]

... Do you often suck all the joy out of life?

[anxiousgrace]

[She give a half grin at that.]

I'm a teacher.

[dangerouswind]

It's in the job description, then.

[anxiousgrace]

Not quite, but it's heavily implied.

[dangerouswind]

If you're anything like my teachers, it's more than implied.