The Calm Before A Storm [OPEN]

((I hope you don't mind if I join.))

The door opened, and a cool gust of wind swept across the bar. The figure, framed against the doorway, was obviously feminine, though shrouded I shadow. She stood in the doorway for a brief second, only piercing green eyes peering from over the darkness of her face. The chill wind swept across the bar once again. The irritated voice of a patron defaced the door be shut, and the figure complied, closing the heavy wooden door and stepping into the light.

She was an exceptionally attractive woman. Long black hair fell to her waist and grass green eyes burned when an unusual intensity. A black mask covered the lower part of her face, the thin cloth hiding her features. Her dress, a simple garment ending at mid thigh and coupled with black fishnet on the arms and legs, was parted at the hip by two series, twins in everything but the sigil on the hilt, shaped like a budding rose.

Kuki was uncomfortable in places like this. Too many people and impossible to secure. Her eyes saw everything. She saw the eyes follow her, felt the gazes slide down her legs. Several of the curious gazes slid to her blades. Most slid to her thighs. The gazes, though familiar, still made her uncomfortable; she did not wish to fight drunk, frisky men.

She reached the counter. "Firewhisky." Say what you want about the Fire Nation, they have good liquor. Her eyes slid to the man next to her. A hidden face and weaponry? No one would see the smirk that bloomed across her as her drink came up. These adventurers always amused her. They shroud their faces because it looked cool, not to hide their secrets from the world. It irked her, ad the same time. "I am looking for a woman. Mistress of the ninja arts. Have you seen her?" This was directed to the man, her eyes flashing. You never do know.