Old Blades - Private Match

[Xeim]

OOC: I'll be using my character Chloe Austin

The day was gentle. The sun smiled down kindly from its place in the deep, uninterrupted, azure sky. The unpaved road that Chloe Austin was currently strolling upon was narrow, with tall weeds growing on either side. In the distance, a beautiful manor was outlined on the right side of the road. There was nothing else in sight for miles. Chloe smirked. He'd be there already, of course. Solstafir would never turn down such an invitation.

As she got closer to the manor, she was easily able to see a grove of stunning sakura tress in full blossom. Their elegant petals danced about in a relaxed routine as a gentle breeze released them from their positions on the branches.

Chloe soon found herself at the front of the manor. Before her lay a garden path lined by tall bamboo. The entrance was a straight shot from where she stood, but many small pathways branched off from the main one. They undoubtedly led into a labyrinth of sakura, lilies, mosses, stones, water and other such eastern style garden components. But they would have to wait.

Chloe soon reached the entrance and pulled the elegant sliding door open. As she stepped out of the entryway, her feet were greeted by hardwood flooring that supported crimson tiles. A hallway of open doorways stretched in front of her. Just as she was beginning to wonder how she would ever find him, Chloe heard a grunt off to her left. She grabbed the edge of the entryway that was the portal to the room containing the sound, and swung herself around to fill it.

Sitting at a low table, with steaming green tea set out in front of him, was Solstafir. Chloe grinned as she stalked into the room, and bent over to scoop up the full cup opposite the unusually tall man.

"Mmm...green tea. My favorite. Almost as good as blood. Almost." And she chuckled.

[Itachi Uchiha]

"Mmm...green tea. My favourite. Almost as good as blood. Almost."

“Then it seems I am treating you then.” Solstafir laughed also expressing a smile, one of the few he meant. His eyes wondered up and down the woman not sat opposite him, observing her appearance with great intrigue. Memories that were centuries old flooding his mind as the familiarity of his friend came back. He’d missed Chloe as she meant something to him. He barely thought of her but their friendship was clear. In all the world he saw her as the only one to understand him. But such was the cruel and playful nature of fate.

“It seems you’ve changed your choice of attire since last time” he mused, “It bares a more…modern look to what I’ve seen over these past few years. But as always you still have that same look about you. If I weren’t so old and tested by life, I’d honestly tremor with fear from your being.” Scratching his head, thoughts dwelling off else were, he looked out back into the garden. Drinking more of his tea, he re-entered thought, “Yes. Very terrifying. But I complement you too much and we have business to take care of.”

A held wind blew calmly through the room carrying silk petals from the Sakura outside. They scattered throughout the room. An odd petal that danced longest on the air landed within Solstafir’s cup. To him it bared a strange omen as it settled on the tea’s surface. Looking back to his friend, he sighed. “I hope we will have more time to talk after this. I had to rid the place of its Lord with little objection but that is not what bothers me.” Taking his cloak off, he threw it to his side. It brushed a long the floor as its wearer stood. “Let us get on with this. The amount of bouts is insignificant to me. I’ll just appease you until your exhausted.”

A more wicked smile now crossed his face as Solstafir took his leave of the room. Stepping down into the garden, he walked to the trees whilst drawing his swords from his back. Silently they slide from their sheaths and so sprung to life. Truth crackled with menace in its blade whilst Deceit hummed its quiet song of death. Turning to face Chloe with Truth raised, tip pointing down, and Deceit held horizontally across in front of him, he called out to her, “Well being the gentleman I am, it only seems fair that the Lady goes first.”