[Oogani Hisomu]

It was yet another day at the training grounds, and this time Hisomu was present in all of her glory with a bag of hotdogs in her pocket and a finger-gun aimed at any by-passer in the area. She wore her large raincoat that was crimson in colour and great in size, obviously too big for someone of her size.
Hisomu looked up into the sky and opened her mouth to catch a refreshing drink of rainwater. Refreshment before any exercise was important, and so was the upcoming warm-up Hisomu underwent as she stretched out. Jumping in place following her stretching, Hisomu was energized and prepared for whatever gimmick that would spark within her mind! Perhaps another session of handling her bloodline’s ability? Perhaps an understanding of how it works and manipulating of it? The possibilities were endless, and Hisomu was all for it. There had been a minor training session regarding manipulation of her chakra, but that was to regress the transformation.

Skipping around the training field, Hisomu gradually got worked up – her muscles tense and exhausted. It was good stress, but stress nonetheless, and said stress triggered the transformation that reinvigorated her – but caused a slight change in her appearance, granting her a dark marking across her forehead and hardened skin if anyone touched her. Empowered by the power flowing through her, Hisomu proceeded to run repeatedly in a circle at the grounds – and possibly into anyone passing by.

She was worked up, training was foremost a priority so ramming into any people was of less concern – especially in her little empowered state. It'd be a hit and run situation for Hisomu - and she was in for the criminal life, jokingly of course.

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[Takehara Momo]

Momo had only recently taken her regular prescription, so she was just a little on edge. A feeling of her last dose fading, as the new dose was processed. It was with her knowledge and regularity a fact of life she could calculate without numerical math. Her feelings told her exactly where she stood in the process. She shouldn't really talk to anyone and she definitely needed to do something to calm her. She was too far to pick floors and couldn't go to a flower shop about this situation. To much glass and ceramics, to hold their sold product.

She'd not have a meal in mind either, her arms pulsated with tension as she resisted her internal temptation. She'd go to the training ground, it'd be there she could blow off steam with her archery. It was the only sensible solution, as she'd need to wait for her medication to take full effect and keep her calm. An Umbrella in one hand and an intangible heart in the other, her free hand clenching at nothing as though to squeeze an imaginary stress ball.

Momo didn't expect to find the training grounds empty, but she assumed there'd be more people. So seeing one shinobi running around the grounds aimlessly was almost relieving. Upon entering the training field and attempting to take an almost lane for the archer targets. The Onigo would notice the other shinobi lacked a headband, but had the strangest and some how most familiar appearance to them. They looked like their mother, that day she'd condoned her to die. A thought that emotionally decapitated the girl, a bit thrown back. As though in a trance, she'd be unreactive to her environment.

So without fail Hisomu would charge through the unstable goat, she'd be a bit pushed back, but her free arm was already transformed. Without hesitation the reaction of being hit was a swift and aggressive one leaning into her bloodline. She'd grasp for the academy student shoulder, then with an immense power rip her from the ground to shove her backwards and down straight into the ground. If successful, Momo would pin the other Onigo for a second practically glaring them down. Before blinking off the sudden rage and realizing their position.

"Wh-watch.. wh-where.. you're going..." She spoke with no charisma, as her action was a bit out of hand. She'd release the academy student and take a step back. Her still changed arm with clawed finger tips would reach out to try to help the other girl back up.

Words. -- Tags. Oogani Hisomu Notes. Notes go here wheee and you can get as long or as short as you want because it doesn't matter. And do you wanna know why that is? Is it because you think this scrolls? Well you'd be right. It does scroll. Pat yourself on the back my good man. You are smart. Smart little man.

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