Akame sighed as she approached the hospital, sensory on full alert. It was a useful skill she had learned over the last couple years and one she practiced all the time to naturalize it in her everyday interactions. That way it wasn't a strain in a fight since it would be as second nature to her, like breathing and blinking. She was dressed more casually than normal, this being a non-combat oriented mission within the walls of the village itself. It was actually pretty convenient, all things considered.
Over the last couple years she had matured fully into a grown woman, with her face having a more feminine appeal to it and her body being fully developed. She had grown into a fine young woman, and a highly lethal one as the captain of Kumogakure's black ops department. She wore no mask today, being an ordinary jonin rather than a hunter nin. A knee length skirt that matched her eyecolor with a tight pair of black shorts on underneath to prevent any unfortunate flashing should she need to move quickly in case of an emergency. Her choice of a top was simple, a white blouse with black polka dots that had the top three buttons unbuttoned to let the girls breathe a little bit. After all, it was a beautiful day outside. The standard issue shinobi sandals were her choice of footwear, being the one she wore most often.
A seal decorated the back of her blouse, just the generic sealing technique, that contained her flak jacket in case things got hairy. Otherwise, she had only one katana on her left hip. It was the one thing she would never be without, no matter the day or situation. It was the one item she would take with her in any given situation. Getting by without armor and clothing is easy, getting by without something to defend yourself was not. Her full and long, jet black hair was braided in a french braid all the way down. It reached to her waist, showing a dedication to keeping it clean
Akame entered the hospital, sensing both those recovering and those dying among the regular signatures. It was an ominous feeling, to feel someone else's life dwindling away like a fire without fuel. She had taken many lives before, but she had never felt death as she did now. The knowledge was a great mental workout for her, as she frequently had to shut her emotions off completely in order to blindly kill someone. The seasoned teenager wished no harm on anybody, which is one of two reasons she had been assigned this mission. Helping where she could was something she enjoyed doing after all. The second reason was that she was very good with animals, though very, very few knew the exact reason why.
She had memorized the room she was supposed to go to and quickly navigated the familiar halls and floors of the building until she was at the assigned room. There was supposed to be a chemist here to create the anti-venom once she had managed to get the snakes and extract the venom from them. Akame entered the room, glancing around until she found the man who was obviously a shinobi. From first glance, she would guess a jonin. Nothing really stood out about him... but nothing indicating any weakness either. He had a good pool of chakra and his life force was strong too. It was odd, but this was the first shinobi she had run across where she could say with close to one-hundred percent certainty that he was competent in every area without getting to know them a bit better. She next say the snakes, smiling at the serpents who all seemed to calm down a little when she entered the room.
Akame turned back to the presumed jonin and gave a friendly wave and a warm smile. "Hi! You must be my partner for the day. I'm Akame Sasumi," she began, stopping to give a short bow. She popped back up quickly however, remembering that she had left that third button undone. Akame quickly fixed that situation, leaving only the top two unbuttoned as a light blush settled on her face. It wasn't often she spaced off. Perhaps it was all the snakes...
"I guess I'm the snake-whisperer, ahaha. Pleasure to meet you!" She kept the smile up, though it had shifted slightly in appearance to one of embarrassment rather than purely kindness. Today was going to be an interesting day, of that she was sure.
Stamina used: .5/160