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Characters: Nara Shikamaru and OPEN
When: April 11th
Where: Some vague spot in Nesreca that isn't the apartment building. >_>
Rating: PG for possible coarse language.
Summary: Another shinobi arrives and isn't ready to risk the network yet. Help him out?
Shikamaru blinked warily at his surroundings, crouched nervously inside the entrance of a crumbling building, fingers gripping tight to the odd device he’d found stowed away in his pocket. He figured it had to be some sort of communication device, taking the buttons and hole-placements into account, but there was no way he was going to fiddle with unfamiliar equipment just yet. Not when he had no idea who might answer his call.
Because this wasn’t right. This wasn’t Konoha. Not by a long shot.
He’d been walking through the the village, intent on what promised to be an impressive lunch at the Akimichi compound, and then suddenly he was here. Stranded in a decimated city, the ruins of which didn’t resemble Konoha (or any other place he could think of) in the slightest... which he supposed should have been something of a comfort, but the abrupt change in location was doing little to help along such reasonable thinking. Clenched fingers and the quiet mutter of “Kai!” had done nothing to set his situation right, and now he was left with only the desolate landscape stretching out before him and the panicked flurry of his own thoughts.
What was this? Just a dream? It seemed so real, the light spattering of rain against his skin and the sound of gravel crunching beneath his sandals. Was he... going crazy? No, there was no need for that. He had to calm down. He wasn’t dreaming and he wasn’t in Konoha, but as long as he kept thinking rationally, he could find an explanation.
Poking his head out from his impromptu hiding place, he carefully started to edge his way outside, eyes wide and taking in everything even as he reached out hesitantly with his chakra, feeling for any signs of life. Part of him was tempted to try and wait this out. To keep out of sight until he could get his bearings, but if someone had meant to get the drop on him? They would have already.
When: April 11th
Where: Some vague spot in Nesreca that isn't the apartment building. >_>
Rating: PG for possible coarse language.
Summary: Another shinobi arrives and isn't ready to risk the network yet. Help him out?
Shikamaru blinked warily at his surroundings, crouched nervously inside the entrance of a crumbling building, fingers gripping tight to the odd device he’d found stowed away in his pocket. He figured it had to be some sort of communication device, taking the buttons and hole-placements into account, but there was no way he was going to fiddle with unfamiliar equipment just yet. Not when he had no idea who might answer his call.
Because this wasn’t right. This wasn’t Konoha. Not by a long shot.
He’d been walking through the the village, intent on what promised to be an impressive lunch at the Akimichi compound, and then suddenly he was here. Stranded in a decimated city, the ruins of which didn’t resemble Konoha (or any other place he could think of) in the slightest... which he supposed should have been something of a comfort, but the abrupt change in location was doing little to help along such reasonable thinking. Clenched fingers and the quiet mutter of “Kai!” had done nothing to set his situation right, and now he was left with only the desolate landscape stretching out before him and the panicked flurry of his own thoughts.
What was this? Just a dream? It seemed so real, the light spattering of rain against his skin and the sound of gravel crunching beneath his sandals. Was he... going crazy? No, there was no need for that. He had to calm down. He wasn’t dreaming and he wasn’t in Konoha, but as long as he kept thinking rationally, he could find an explanation.
Poking his head out from his impromptu hiding place, he carefully started to edge his way outside, eyes wide and taking in everything even as he reached out hesitantly with his chakra, feeling for any signs of life. Part of him was tempted to try and wait this out. To keep out of sight until he could get his bearings, but if someone had meant to get the drop on him? They would have already.
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Nice goin' Kuro!
[Mewing proudly, Kuro jumped up onto Rin's shoulder and at once the pair finally noticed the boy slinking out of the shadows. Two sets of eyes are now directed his way, staring.]
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Or maybe they would. Worth a try.]
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Oi! Hey kid!
[He leaves a little distance between them when he stops. Doesn't want to scare him after all.]
Haven't seen you around here before.
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There was a slight surge of relief when the other boy stopped advancing, but it passed quickly only to be replaced with more suspicion. Sound's attack had ended only a few days ago, after all. This could be another trick... somehow.]
... Who are you?
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This is Kuro. You must've just shown up. What's your name kid?
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Where are we? What village are you from?
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Mostly, it was just to get a feel for the place. If Sasuke had been here for two years like he said than he imagined, and supposed that it was likely he would be here for a stretch, too.
Alertness was something he never lacked, though, which was precisely the reason he knew Shikamaru was where he was before he started to move out from the building's doorway, arching his eyebrow. That was a Konoha forehead protector...
Not of someone he knew though, which bothered him. He looked about his age, but he knew most the ninja in the village, and that was someone he did not know. He was left, just watching, silently, still.
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He picked his way through the rubble slowly, always cautious, head constantly swiveling to take in his surroundings. It was quiet... but not just quiet. Silent but for the light patter of the barely-there rain and the sound of wind passing between broken buildings. It was too quiet. The unnatural sort of silence that precedes a terrible turn in the weather or, gods forbid, an ambush.
Someone else had to be here. He could feel it. He couldn't see them, but his instincts were screaming and Asuma wasn't here to pick up his slack.
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Astute, but apparently not quite able to pick up on his chakra exactly. Technically, he had to be an ally. Whether past, present or future. Knowing what he was going to do for Konoha.
Letting out a soft sigh, he moved - slowly at first to get into the boy's light of sight, two fingers held out just in front of him. A precaution? A warning?
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He remained motionless as his eyes raked the other boy's form for a means of identification, sizing him up. He looked to be around the same age, but he wasn't like Shikamaru. He wasn't lost, for one. He knew where he was and how to handle himself, that much was obvious, and that (in Shikamaru's mind, in the mere seconds he'd had to view this new arrival) made him dangerous.
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There were a vast number of things he could say, and many more that he could do but he settled for offering a smile.
"You've just arrived from Konoha?"
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"... Yes. You too?"
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...Which is when Shisui notices the chakra, stilling immediately. It didn't feel like either Itachi's or Sasuke's.
So, there was somebody else here from their world.
Crouching on a branch and watching the kid - who seemed no more than two or three years his junior? - Shisui smirks, responding with an equally cautious burst of chakra in Shikamaru's direction.
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But he wasn't ready to break the silence of the desolate landscape just yet. Somewhat hopeful, he sent another small burst of chakra back, turning to be sure that his forehead protector would be plainly visible.
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The next burst of chakra made him smile, and he moved the branches away from his face, revealing himself to the other to give him a moment to take him in before jumping down from that tree.
"It bothers me a little that quite a few of us are here." Shisui tips his head to a side, still curious about the newcomer.
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"How many? For how long?"
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Shisui steps closer till he's just a few feet away from Shikamaru. "We're all not from the same time either. So... I may be way before your time, or after, even if I'm only fifteen here." He's keeping in mind that he was dead to both his cousins.
It's easy to tell that he is Uchiha, though, from the high collared dark blue shirt he's wearing. Right now he is trying to figure out who Shikamaru is.
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The doubt is plain on his face, but the boy presses on.
"So if we suspend disbelief, I think I'd be from after... Uchiha?"
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vnjkfdv sorry for lateness D:
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She didn't even realise she wasn't alone. She was so used to relying on her powers to warn her of any potential surprises, she'd let herself get absorbed in her drawing. Feasibly speaking, he could come right up behind her and she wouldn't notice until his shadow fell across her page.
[Anything on her profile is fair game to suss out about her based on body language and mannerisms.]
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He ventured closer, careful to keep out of sight while he moved to get a better look at the stranger.
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She was sketching a boy who looked quite similar to herself, the same black hair and glasses, though his eyes were different to hers. After she finished, she simply stared down at the drawing for a few moments, fighting tears. Unbidden, they were filling her eyes, dripping down her face and splattering onto the paper.
She fought them hard, even popping her glasses onto the top of her head to stubbornly wipe at her eyes. "Come on...I knew I was going to die...being here isn't so different..."
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He stood from his hiding place (within ten feet of her and off toward the right), pulling himself to his full height of almost five feet and purposely scraping his sandals against the gravel beneath his feet.
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He sighed heavily, not bothering to move toward her. He would probably just end up scaring her more if he did, so he settled for calling out to her, annoyance permeating his voice.
"Calm down. They're ahead of you, to the left."
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