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[Waking up in strange places, not all that unusual. But there is something decidedly off, and Anko knows it.
Not that the wings gave that away or anything.
Perched up in a tree, more or less hidden among the leaves, she observes the nearby village and pokes through the journal thing she had found nearby. An interesting contraption, to say the least. At some point, she manages to click on the video device to catch her muttering to herself.]
...Definitely not in Konoha anymore, Toto.
Not that the wings gave that away or anything.
Perched up in a tree, more or less hidden among the leaves, she observes the nearby village and pokes through the journal thing she had found nearby. An interesting contraption, to say the least. At some point, she manages to click on the video device to catch her muttering to herself.]
...Definitely not in Konoha anymore, Toto.
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Or anywhere near it, for better or worse.
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Ain't nothing 'better' about it.
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Someone's gotta weed out the cry babies from the real shinobi, kiddo.
[Muses quietly for a moment, flipping through her memory banks.]
Must not have been all that bad if you're still alive to talk about it, though.
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Oi, I'm a chuunin at least.
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of terror!, can still be counted as 'kiddo', and there'll be no one who'll convince her otherwise.]I'll make sure to get ya a cookie. Or something. [...] Do they even have cookies here?
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Unfortunately. [A topic which for some reason keeps coming up with Tony Stark. But Not Important.]
More importantly, they have all of the items you'd have had on you in the shops. If you can find your way to town, I'll meet you there and brief you on the situation.