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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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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?!