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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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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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"I arrived a little over a week ago."
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"Who are you?"
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Unless... of course.
"Uchiha Itachi."
You were Itachi. If he were from a time after, which was entirely possible, it was likely he'd know exactly who he was. Unless of course he'd been living under a rock somewhere, but Sasuke had answered all his questions, and he knew - for a fact, that his name was mud.
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"That's not funny."
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"... It wasn't supposed to be."
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Never mind that the fact that they had both been located to some foreign location was also impossible. Shikamaru's expression shifted into something more anxious.
"That's not possible."
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"It's quite possible." He let out a sigh. "Perhaps I'm not the right person to explain."
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There had to be someone here who would give the situation to him straight.
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"Do you know Sasuke?"
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"He was in my class in the academy. He's here?"
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"I see." After a pause he manages to add, with a smile. "He is."