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bymystrings) wrote2013-03-17 08:09 pm
bymystrings) wrote2013-03-17 08:09 pm
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1st String || {Action in Three parts}
[Action; Locked to Lee (Possibly Neji if he wants)]
[The last thing Kankuro could remember was bright light coming thorough the gaps in Kuroari from the entrapped Edo Tensai revived Deidara. It wasn't blinding, but it was bright enough that he had put up his arm to shield his vision. Hopefully that light meant that someone had managed to find Kabuto and dissolve the Edo Tensai jutsu.
However that didn't explain why his surrounds were suddenly much more confined and dark than the outdoor forest. In fact it felt a lot like the inside of Kuroari, if taller and more square.]
What the hell?
[Kankuro waved his hand through the space in front, only for something smooth and cloth-like to brush against the bare skin of his arms. The tips of his fingers brushed against smooth wood and he blinked in the dark. His mind raced, wondering if he had somehow been trapped in a genjutsu when distracted by the light show. He quickly put his hands together to dispel.]
Kai!
[Not a damn thing changed. Kankuro cursed even as he backed up, trying to put something solid at his back. He felt wood against his bare back, and pressed against it, eyes darting. the smooth cloth was still on his arms, partially entangled due to his rapid movements to dispel earlier. He tried to pull it off, grumbling at the green fabric. It was then he noticed the slivers of light coming from behind him, like daylight through the cracks in a door which had allowed him to notice the color of the cloth. Just as he came to this realization something at his back gave the faint click and the wood at this back opened, sending a startled Kankuro falling backwards, slightly entangled in greenspandex octopus arms clothing.]
Holy-[THUD.
...
... Ouch, that had to smart. Ninja he may be, but sometimes even ninja's reflexes fail.]
[Later Action in CH 1,Ninja Floor; Floor 4.]
[Congratulations floor 4, you now have an irritated, shirtless, face-paint less, Kankuro sitting in your kitchen.
Approach the Puppet master/mysterious dude at your own risk.
Reactions may vary percustomer shinobi.]
[Even Later Later Action.]
[After getting up to speed on the weirdness which is Luceti, Kankuro finally leaves CH 1. It's off to the Clothing Shop to find his clothes, If you stumble across him before he get his clothing, you'll find a rather hunched but moving figure, briskly trying to keep his arms warm and cursing snow, damp and general cold with a fervent passion.
Once dressed for the weather Kankuro then heads over to the Item shop to look for hismakeup face paint and puppet scrolls.
Those tasks complete, he may stop by the Grocery Store more out of curiosity than anything else before heading back to CH1.]
((ooc; Kankuro is FACEPAINTLESS until he finds it at the storeOr until Temari lets him wear her lipstick on his face. So even if your character knows him they may not recognize him. Obvious expection are those who've seen him without it before.))
[The last thing Kankuro could remember was bright light coming thorough the gaps in Kuroari from the entrapped Edo Tensai revived Deidara. It wasn't blinding, but it was bright enough that he had put up his arm to shield his vision. Hopefully that light meant that someone had managed to find Kabuto and dissolve the Edo Tensai jutsu.
However that didn't explain why his surrounds were suddenly much more confined and dark than the outdoor forest. In fact it felt a lot like the inside of Kuroari, if taller and more square.]
What the hell?
[Kankuro waved his hand through the space in front, only for something smooth and cloth-like to brush against the bare skin of his arms. The tips of his fingers brushed against smooth wood and he blinked in the dark. His mind raced, wondering if he had somehow been trapped in a genjutsu when distracted by the light show. He quickly put his hands together to dispel.]
Kai!
[Not a damn thing changed. Kankuro cursed even as he backed up, trying to put something solid at his back. He felt wood against his bare back, and pressed against it, eyes darting. the smooth cloth was still on his arms, partially entangled due to his rapid movements to dispel earlier. He tried to pull it off, grumbling at the green fabric. It was then he noticed the slivers of light coming from behind him, like daylight through the cracks in a door which had allowed him to notice the color of the cloth. Just as he came to this realization something at his back gave the faint click and the wood at this back opened, sending a startled Kankuro falling backwards, slightly entangled in green
Holy-[THUD.
...
... Ouch, that had to smart. Ninja he may be, but sometimes even ninja's reflexes fail.]
[Later Action in CH 1,
[Congratulations floor 4, you now have an irritated, shirtless, face-paint less, Kankuro sitting in your kitchen.
Approach the Puppet master/mysterious dude at your own risk.
Reactions may vary per
[Even Later Later Action.]
[After getting up to speed on the weirdness which is Luceti, Kankuro finally leaves CH 1. It's off to the Clothing Shop to find his clothes, If you stumble across him before he get his clothing, you'll find a rather hunched but moving figure, briskly trying to keep his arms warm and cursing snow, damp and general cold with a fervent passion.
Once dressed for the weather Kankuro then heads over to the Item shop to look for his
Those tasks complete, he may stop by the Grocery Store more out of curiosity than anything else before heading back to CH1.]
((ooc; Kankuro is FACEPAINTLESS until he finds it at the store
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I didn't see you alright! I have no idea how these aisle are set up or anything, and I was just trying to see what was in the next aisle and augh, nevermind!
[Unlike Kirk, Kankuro doesn't wipe at the flour on his face. The flour is already sticking the lines he had redrawn with his facepaint in the item shop, turning faintly purple as it absorbs the slight moisture of the paint. He shakes his head,sending puffs of flour off his cowl and face.]
It's not the coughing, it's the chucks of half chewed food! So gross.
[Flecks of apple are still on his outfit and he brushes them off with a noise of disgust.
This done he glares down at the bottles of spices scattered at his feet. With a flick of his wrist, blue lines stretch down from his hand and seem to attach to each bottle. He gives a jerk and the bottle fly upwards to land back in his arms. Screw baskets, he's carrying everything. Kankuro nudges the broken salt container with a sandled toe and sighs.]
Well that's unsalvageable.
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He turned his head to the side and coughed one more time, picking up his poor apple, now bruised, and wiped it clean on the underside of his own shirt before taking another bite.]
Yeah, I'm saying the flour's not.
Have you never been in a grocery store before?
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Kankuro snorts, slightly amused.]
No shit.
[Of course the next comment kills his amusement quite well and he scowls at Kirk.]
All grocery stores are laid out differently dammit. I just arrived so I have no clue about this place. I was looking for the vegetables and the dashi so I wasn't paying attention.
[He grinds his teeth a moment before his shoulders slump.]
... ... Sorry about the flour though. I guess. [He's not very good at this apologizing thing.
He looks at Kirk, a mulish expression on his face. It cracks slightly as he gets a good look t the flour covered captain though and an involuntary grin starts to pull at his lips. A quiet snicker escapes.]
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He frowns a bit at the other, but he sighs, his own righteous anger leaving him at the other's admission. He frowns again at the laughter, but even he has to admit he probably looks ridiculous, right? Not that Kankuro looks much better with that flour sticking to his face paint.
He rubs the back of his head and finally laughs too, perhaps a bit chagrined now.]
It's cool, it was an accident. Should have been watching where I was going anyways.
So, do you know you've got those marks on your face? Didn't fall asleep at some frat party did you?
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He really is sorry about the flour. Kankuro has a dislike of wasting food, tied with living in a desert for his whole life. When most of your food stuff is imported or just hard to grow, you learn to not waste any.]
Probably. [That wasn't very charitable. Some of the manners Temari beat into his head surface.] Me too actually.
Yeah, I did them myself. It's my war paint. [Dead serious here, by the way.] ...What the hell is a 'frat party' anyways?
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[ He shook his head.
As for the food, it was a tolerable loss. He had grown up in a near desert, on dead land that a to lazy uncle was to lazy to actually make grow anything. Of course, part of that was also that the land was rotten, a dust bowl through and through. Once he had gotten out of there, though, food had been less of a concern - or the fact there might dirt in said food.]
Never mind, I can respect it's war paint. Though we're not exactly at war. Or are you expecting one?
Sorry for the late m'dear.
[It sounds interesting, what ever it is.
Kankuro doesn't have that luck. Food, while maybe not a serious issue, is still something he thinks about seriously. He gives the flour another rather mournful look, internally calculating how much bread it would have made.]
You better. [Or you would get such a kick in the head. Kankuro shrugs again.]
Just came from a war actually.
Re: Sorry for the late m'dear.
Oh, sorry about that. Well, no war here, if that makes you feel better.
[ Kirk scuffed at the white powder with his boot, considering, and resisting the urge to kneel down and draw something in it.]
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Don't be. We are fighting for our world, there is no shame in it, no need for apologies. Sort of glad for the break to be honest, though worried about how things are going.
[Kankuro attention is drawn to the flour again. He looks up and around, remembering a particularly mean grocery clerk he'd had to deal with back in Suna. Flipped out over everything and had instilled the fervent dislike of wasting food in Kankuro through the sheer humiliating power of his voice.]
So, shall we escape before any irate clerks come and threaten to skin us and serve us for dinner at the local orphanage for wasting food or what? Do we clean it up? Hide the evidence?
[He's pretty serious about these question. That grocery clerk had been a mean retired shinobi and made very creative threats to a young Kankuro.]
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Yeah, let's make like ghosts and disappear.
[ You know, because they're all white and stuff from the flour? What, it was funny in his head. He motioned for Kankuro to follow him and hurried out, patting his shirt down as he went, leaving a puffed trail of white behind him. Whoops. ]
And I don't think Luceti has an orphanage, so that's one threat crossed off the list.
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He follows Kirk out of the store, feeling a vague guilt at walking out with groceries. Then again, apparently everything is free! Still, it's an odd moment. Teenaged killer/ninja he may be but there are somethings you just don't do. Stealing food was one of them to him.
Of course he ends up walking into the puffs of flour Kirk was leaving behind. Other than a muffled sneeze though he doesn't comment. He does sigh, looking at his now gray outfit.]
Oh. Well, that's good I guess. ...Wait, does that mean there are no kids in Luceti? [Weird thought.]
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Hmm? No, there are kids, but - well, I guess we kind of band together to help them out? Takes a village and all. There aren't any really small kids though, though I know of, mostly just young teenagers.
[ He looked at the other's outfit and had to feel sympathy. Black and flour? No good. ]
Maybe we should look into getting you a change of clothes though.
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Kankuro grimaces.]
Yeah probably. ...You know, I only just picked these up half an hour ago. [A mournful sigh.] Just my luck.
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[ He reached out and patted his back, sending a new spray of flour up and sneezing for his efforts at being friendly. ]
It's flour, it will come off, at least. And it's not like you have to pay for anything here, so you're not stretching your wallet thin.
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True enough, on both points.
Though flour can be a pain to get off clothing. Best to beat as much of it off as possible before washing otherwise you can kill a washing machine.
[That sounds like experience talking there. But be amazed by the 17 year old male who can do his own laundry! It's amazing!]
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[ It was really was, though needs must, right? ]
I suppose you could always take it out to one of the rivers and do it there, but yeah, beat it first. Look at you, all Martha Stewart.
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[Have a blank look at the name. He knows not this Martha person you speak of.]
Who?
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Oh, right, different worlds... um, okay, Martha Stewart was this woman, way back when, and she was always famous for household things like decorating or cleaning tips. She's kind of obscure in my time, but I had a lot of time to kill between finals some nights.
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Did you just compare me to a woman?
[Not only a woman, but one who couldn't even fight?]
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A woman, who according to historical records, was incredibly rich and whose advice usually worked.
[ Oh please, manly ego much? Well, okay, he had that sometimes too, but still - manly ego much? ]
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[It's less the woman thing, and more the can't fight thing that really annoys him.]
Besides I don't do decorating. That tends to end... badly. [He could cook and do laundry but let him try his hand at decorating and he was much more likely to accidentally install something upside down. Or he simply used kunai to hang up things which really annoyed Temari.
The less said about the incident with the paint and the living room couch, the better.]
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Between you and me, for a lot men, it does. Well, I say a lot of men, but there's a good chunk that are amazing at it. I'm not one of them, as my teenage room will prove.
[ Typical teenage boy - every parent's wall damaging nightmare. ]
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I hear you. That accident with acid-paste really did a number on my wall. Considering I had only been trying to draw our symbol on the wall and had gotten the paint and the paste mixed up.... Well, the lecture I got about damaging the house was extensive. And I had to relabel everything.
[A ninja's childhood was always interesting.]
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[ He pauses, staring at him like he was fairly sure Kankuro was about to grow a second head or speak in tongues. ]
I'm sorry, did you just say "acid-paste"? Who gives a kid acid-paste that can get mixed up with paint?!