Voices in the Wind

Mission Being Attempted: Learning the Ropes
Stat Page: Marabelle's Stat Page

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Marabelle had departed the gates, and safety that once rose from amongst the trees dwindled behind her. The story thus far had been a difficult and trying time. Her skillset being available to be of aid to others remained heavy on her shoulders. The burden that once was a thought process in her eyes was no longer one that remained the same. Taking on a new journey, the small bud from Bean Jam was now in a foreign landscape, traveling alone. The caravan that once rode upon the road she took was long gone, with no chance for her to return to its venture, Marabelle had to learn, grow, understand, and experience the world quickly. Returning home with no change, no impact, and no awareness would show the failure she would have become.

Determined to make a difference and show that change is doable, possible, and reachable by the average person, the pink, would-be shinobi turned to change her life for the betterment of others, not just in one location, but elsewhere. As if a siren's call had lured the young maiden towards some lurking danger, Marabelle's journey had taken her to a semi-desolate village within the confines of the Land of Forests. Many appearances of the denizens indicated they suffered, struggled, and encountered strife in these lands. Stopping to help was the best she could do to make up for the time spent on her previous objective.

Tending to the weak, the injured, and the sick, Marabelle spent the majority of a day just patching the torn, mending the broken, and learning tips and tricks from children whose hope was kindled by her presence. Once done for the day, a commotion brought attention to the bigger issue in the landscape, mercenaries turned bandits. Shouting could be overheard as her preparations for the evening had to be rescinded quickly, "The woman is here! We've seen her work! She has stolen from those who are this village's protectors!" A small village like this had to rely upon others to be safe from the wicked, the terrorizing and the domineering. Marabelle understood quickly what was happening, she was a threat to the order of things here. Her mind needed to be quick if she were to escape not only the accusations, but allowed to be journeying beyond where she was about to lay her head for the night.

The men totaled more than she could handle, Marabelle's skills had not picked up to a point for her to be able to properly defend herself. Weak still compared to the monsters of war, strife, and combat, the bud was starting to bloom but its time to reveal its blossom. Upon her journey from the gates that remained sealed, her skillset had expanded admirably compared to when she started. A sickle in hand was not the tool for the job presently given, a new skill set was needed. Pulling together her hands after swiftly loading her gear and roll, the actions she began were that of a Vagabond, a growing rarity in the lands at large, and an even more unique specimen in the lands around.

The techniques she learned consisted of a few hand signs that needed rapid succession and precision to execute under this duress. Her mind, ever focused, Marabelle formed a hand seal, a Ram, with the purpose of a goal in mind, Escape. A puff of smoke appeared next to the woman whose eyes turned to herself, a spitting image beyond any imagination could have provided at this time. Though unable to truly act in a meaningful way, the distraction this could provide would be immeasurable with consideration of the current affairs present. The objective at hand was to escape pursuit by any means necessary, the tools at hand were the small techniques that she had grasped over the course of her travels thus far. If done correctly, Marabelle would be on her way in the evening to the dark of night away from this village she deigned to assist.

Directing the clone to make its way beyond the edge of the clearing she had stumbled on near the last individual she aided, Marabelle made up her mind. She wished nothing more than to have the ability to confront these individuals who were abusing their strength, devouring the helpless, and punishing the virtuous. That day would come along another time for the bud that was slowly peaking as its growth was not to be stunted here today. Once fully packed, the ruckus stirred as the clone found the way to the center of the gathering of individuals and began to lead them away. A new hand sign was formed by her, a Dog, as her appearance changed to that of an elderly woman with a slump that could only aid in the frailty that she presented.

With the plan in motion, the course was to be taken to completion. Lurking beyond the sight of the overseers, the once young and beautiful woman was now a frail and gingerly walking grandmother who began to walk deep into the forests of the land at large. Many would see the actions of the woman as a death sentence as the wilderness kept to the darkness of the canopy overhead. No one would rescue or aim to help such a tender elder who actively sought to leave the turmoil of this village behind. Once the shouting dwindled, the disguise would dissipate leaving behind a woman in pink, her hair slightly stuck to her back from the stress and rigor of what occurred. Her growth was rapid and immeasurable under such conditions but she sought not to remain just out of earshot, she intended to move onward towards the call, towards her goals, and towards a better time.

Bunkering for the night in a new clearing, miles away in the dead of night, Marabelle sighed looking towards the stars, the once magnificent blanket of rest and relaxation now stood as an opposing net of the world around her. This was not the time to be idle within the world. Even if she could aim to return home, there was not much more that should accomplish in her current state. The growth she experienced just now was not that of finding out something about herself or learning a new ability, but that of just the world she actually lived in. The gloss and sheen of the lens she used to be a voyeur of the world had been tarnished by the actions of others. This was one stepping stone of many that Marabelle would be taking.

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