number_one_coward: (oh fuck)
Nara Shikamaru ([personal profile] number_one_coward) wrote in [community profile] niteo_logs2012-04-11 03:59 pm

There's no motivation

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.

[personal profile] bluedemonflames 2012-04-11 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Out to search the city for anything that could be used in kitchen construction, Rin and Kuro picked their way through the rubble. It wasn't turning out to be a very profitable day. Still the pair continued on and thanks to Kuro's keen eyes found a fork amongst the debris. It was a little bent, but nothing that couldn't be worked with. Straightening up from behind a wall with a big smile on his face Rin held it up to the light to admire it.]

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.]

[personal profile] bluedemonflames 2012-04-11 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Too late to hide. Shikamaru has already been spotted and Rin is now walking over towards him, tail swishing behind him.]

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.

[personal profile] bluedemonflames 2012-04-11 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Okumura Rin. [The cat mews to make sure that he isn't forgotten and Rin grin's again.]

This is Kuro. You must've just shown up. What's your name kid?

[personal profile] bluedemonflames 2012-04-11 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Eh? I'm not from a village. I'm from the True Cross campus town. This is Russia. It's a country up north. It's gonna sound crazy, but people get brought here by a ghost. Not all of us come from the same world either. You every heard of Earth?

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counterintel: ([Itachi] Pensive)

[personal profile] counterintel 2012-04-12 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Scouting. That was what he had spent a lot of time doing. Getting a feel for the environment, trying to work out how he felt about being here, about everything he knew from Sasuke.

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.
counterintel: ([Itachi] Thoughtful)

[personal profile] counterintel 2012-04-12 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
He watched like a hawk. From the movements he could discern a few ideas about the ninja, probably just above Genin level, and apparently incredibly astute. The genin he'd known as a child were usually incredibly advanced, even those who struggled through the academy - as thanks from the war.

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?
counterintel: ([Itachi] Have a smile)

[personal profile] counterintel 2012-04-12 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Gaining his attention had been easy enough, apparently-- and when no attack came, at least initially he let his hands drop away from in front of him, straightening up enough to regard the other ninja face to face.

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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shunshinoshishi: Eddie Peng (surprise)

[personal profile] shunshinoshishi 2012-04-12 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Not knowing where you were always put a shinobi at a disadvantage. Even if it wasn't your element, it would be wise to get to know the place; there's bound to be something you could use to your advantage. At least, that is what Shisui was doing: getting a feel for the land. He was hopping about from branch to branch of whatever tree he found. The place was pretty barren anyway, most definitely a ghost town. But it wouldn't hurt to scout around.

...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.
shunshinoshishi: Eddie Peng (Shishi laugh)

[personal profile] shunshinoshishi 2012-04-14 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
The forehead protector was duly noted. Why the kid wore it around his arm, Shisui could find no logical reason for. Still perched on the tree, he peered through a few branches in front of him to get a better look at the younger nin. Nope, he didn't recognize him at all. A newbie, perhaps. That was enough to pique Shisui's interest.

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.
shunshinoshishi: Eddie Peng (surprise)

[personal profile] shunshinoshishi 2012-04-15 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Three that I know of." They're all family too, it's like a big family reunion or something, except the ages are all messed up. "I have information that there are at least twenty in all, not all of them shinobi though."

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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pencilpremonition: (Default)

[personal profile] pencilpremonition 2012-04-12 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Nearby and not even trying to hide, a girl is sitting on a pile of rubble. She has a notebook spread across her lap, and she's quietly sketching the desolate scenery around her. Becca's tired of being here, and on edge because her powers are missing. Still, she's trying to make the best of it, and trying to keep herself sane.

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.]
pencilpremonition: (Tear)

[personal profile] pencilpremonition 2012-04-13 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Well, she did have a gun in the shoulder bag she carried, but it wasn't loaded, and she didn't really know what to do with it other than to hold it and hope no one called her bluff. Nor was it in a place she could pull it out easily.

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..."
pencilpremonition: (Stunned)

[personal profile] pencilpremonition 2012-04-13 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
She gasped when she heard movement nearby, and she turned to look in his general direction, reaching up to get her glasses back onto her eyes. She seemed to be completely blind without them, her vision too blurry to even tell where exactly he was to look at him while she tried to pull her glasses down. Unfortunately, they'd gotten tangled in her hair, and she dropped the notebook out of her lap as she fussed trying to get her glasses out of her hair. After a sharp yank, she got them free...and sent them to the ground where they skidded off a few feet away. She cried out in fear, looking around the ground nearby herself with her useless eyes before slowly sinking to the ground and starting to pat around for them.

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