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[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 green ~~spandex 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 per ~~customer~~ 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 his ~~makeup~~ 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 store ~~Or 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.))

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_{[ Kirk sometimes worried he was eating to much here in Luceti, but maybe that was just because he was cooking most of it now. On a ship, it was predone in the cafeteria for you, or rations. You never actually took care of that yourself. And he as a bachelor, so most of the time he ended up botching what he made anyways.

He was poking at what looked like potatoes but he was suspicious of with a few growths on them. Not to mention the Mollies could have stuck anything they wanted in the stuff too. But he didn't have much choice did he?

So he sighed and moved on, already munching on an apple rather loudly as he gripped a bit of flour in his other hand. Seriously, this was probably a set up for something bad. ]}

[Temari's not the best cook, but she can usually whip up some sort of small meal when the need arose. And the need? It's definitely there. It might be an odd hour for a meal, but there are days when she just eats when she feels like.

Actually, she does that most days. Don't judge.

She's barely paying attention when she walks into the kitchen, gaze automatically scanning the room for occupants before she heads for the fridge.

Two steps into the room, she stops dead in her tracks.

And stares. Mouths his name silently. She barely recognizes -- much less cares right now -- that she's rather openly vulnerable because it's been too damned long and do you even know what it's like to be so separated from family? and she planted a goddamn cactus in the memory garden for you what the hell are you doing here?]

Edited 2013-03-18 03:38 (UTC)

[Take one starship captain, who's not paying attention and add in one still slightly off-kilter shinobi.

Add one bag of flour, one soup can pyramid, and one blind corner.

Let the Chaos begin.

Kankuro browsed the aisle of the grocery, mildly impressed by the selection. There was stuff he hadn't even heard of, which had him picking them off the shelves and examining the labels. A few things got put back with a thoughtful sound but some he kept, with perhaps a slightly sinister grin.

Adding the the mysterious spices he picked up a bag of brown rice, a thing of salt and some tofu.

Done with the one aisle he turned the corner, looking at the grocery he had collected and running a quick list of what he still wanted to pick up.

He didn't notice Kirk until it was too late.]

[Luckily, there is one green jumpsuit missing from that wardrobe and on Lee's body right now, as he energetically practices some punches and kicks on a mirror. He turns abruptly as Kankuro pours out and points at him dramatically.]

Ah... Kankuro-kun! You are in my wardrobe!

_{[ Not like Kirk was much better in the paying attention department. Give him some credit, most of his warnings came from an alarm system and a giant screen on a spaceship. Yeah he had been here for a few months, but some habits are hard to break and it was a grocery store in Luceti, not LA. He wasn't about to get held up at gun point.

So, no, he wasn't paying attention, and he was coming around the corner kind of hot. And smack into Kankuro. And of course, flour bags are never as secure as they should be, especially when hit with some force, so both of them would be getting hit with a cloud of the stuff, setting Kirk to coughing and unflatteringly spraying bits of apple as he did.]}

Oh, what the hell?!

[Kankuro had been grumpily staring the fridge, but had turned as he heard someone come in.

Immediately he was on his feet and moving towards Temari.]

Temari!

[It hadn't been as long for him, but the last thing he knew they were in the middle of a battle and he hadn't heard anything about her specifically, though updates of troops movements were communicated to him, simply because they could not misuse their resources like that. So he had been quietly worried if confident in her strength.

After all, war is not a safe thing.

However Kankuro finds his worry rising at her expression. It is so open and so vulnerable, something he hadn't seen in a while. It took a lot for her to look like that, and Kankuro felt himself frown worriedly as he finally was within arms reach of his sister.]

What's wrong? Are you okay?

[He has about a thousand question about this place but Temari was more important than those.]

((ooc; Need more icons. Fffffff. Need more icon space. *weeps in corner*))

[Kankuro rubs at his head where he had unfortunately snacked it on the floor.

That voice. This...green spandex monstrosity trying to eat his arms. That same damn jumpsuit he could see attached to a bowlcut and too much enthusiasm. He knew exactly whose wardrobe he'd just fallen out of.]

Lee-kun?

[Okaaaay, from 'middle-of-forest-battle' to 'Lee's-closet'. What the hell was happening here.]

What the hell is going on?

You are unaware? [His bushy eyebrows raise, as if they were their own independent lifeforms expressing their confusion. Lee gives a quick bow] My apologies. I was ready to assume that you were surveying me in secret, perhaps to prepare your brother for a potential rematch.

However... I now notice your clothes! That of a New Feather! Have you recently arrived here? As well as Gaara-kun?

[His questions snap her out of it, but they bring with it something else and it hits her like a sucker punch in the gut. She'd read his lips, knew exactly what he said to her, but as he'd said the words, she hadn't been able to remember quite how his voice sounds. Couldn't quite remember the cadence, which words he'd emphasize, what syllables he'd treat lazily, what he'd enunciate.

She can't remember her brother's voice. There's horror and shame and rage at the realization and she's fairly certain she needs to go tear something apart right then and there.]

I'm good. I'm good. [Some of the voice control she's built so carefully and deliberately is slipping.] I didn't expect you.

[[ooc; you and me both!]]

[Being held up at gun point probably would have been better at this point.

Kankuro manages to keep most of his groceries but a few daring spices make their escape, clattering to the floor. The salt takes this chance to go crashing, spreading salt and flour underfoot.

Kankuro also coughs as the flour spreads around them in a beautiful white mushroom cloud of wasted ingredients. He also curses up a storm, a few choice phrases flying. Most of those were because of sudden bombardment of chewed apple chunks.]

Man, watch where you're walking! And stop spitting food at me, it's freaking gross!

[Kankuro glares at the other man he can see as the flour fog clears. He looks at his arms and groans. Since Kankuro is dressed in black the white of the flour is especially prominent. He curses again. Flour is an utter bitch to get out of black without washing. HE JUST THESE CLOTHES BACK MAN. They had even been clean!]

Goddammit.

Me? Uh, didn't exactly see you jumping out of the way either buddy!

_{[He wiped his mouth, glaring through the flour mask he now wore at the - well what he assumed to be - a young man. You could never tell, he was finding out. He tried to rub the flour from his face, but it was only making it worse.]}

And sorry for coughing up a lung!

[Kankuro immediately know she's not good. Unfortunately he doesn't know what's wrong. His frown deepens, looking strange without the facepaint to follow the movements.

She sounds off. It sounds like Temari, and he knows it's her, knows it like he knows his puppets and his brother, but there is a strange quality to it. His head tilts ever so slightly, much like the namesake of his first puppet.]

Are you sure? Your voice, it sounds different. Did something happen?

[Kakuro places his hands on her shoulder. He wasn't sure what to say to the last comment, but he gives a crooked if still worried grin.]

Heh. No one expects the Shinobi of the Sand.

[Holy christ those eyebrows. Kankuro is momentarily fixed on those ...things. The bow breaks his eye contact with those two sentient beings on Lee's face.

Wait. Wait, what? What?]

...Okay, okay first of all, no. If I was going to spy on you, windows work quite well. Secondly, Gaara has his damn eye of sand, if he wants to spy on you he can do it himself and probably would.

[Kankuro blinks at Lee. Okay, so where ever he is, it's getting weirder.]

...New Feather?

[Wait, what's this about Gaara?]

Well, unless Gaara is now standing in your closet, then he certainly wasn't with me.

[He thinks a moment.]

Wait, are you saying Gaara isn't here? At all? What the hell is going on dammit!?

Edited 2013-03-18 04:45 (UTC)

Damn straight. [It's an automatic response, but it's enough. It's Kankuro through and through: irreverent and arrogant. His hands on her shoulders ground her and, even though she'll have to tell him things she doesn't want him to hear, it's enough.

She's good.

Gods, it's been so long.

She inclines her head toward the table.] Sit.

[He pauses for a moment, then he takes out his pocket notepad and scribbles down in his own shorthand notes regarding windows being Kankuro's preferred spying point and a reminder about Gaara's eye of sand. Then he pops it back into his pocket and bobs his head back towards Kankuro enthusiastically.]

Your confusion tells me that your are truly new to this world! Gaara-kun must not be with you yet. [Oh well. The rematch will have to wait. Or maybe he can simulate something in the Battle Dome that can suffice for the time being.] Kankuro-kun, in essence... you are not home anymore. Another world has drawn you in, as it has many of us. It is not a Genjutsu!

[Once he hears that Kankuro is infinitely glad for the flour as it hides the heat in his cheeks.]

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.

_{[Kirk had gotten enough of his eye sight back to see those blue lines snatch up those spices and inwardly he groaned. Seriously, more super-powered people? Or a ninja, hell, he didn't know. He was beginning to think he was severely outnumbered here and he was not entirely sure he liked being entirely human. He was learning to fight, but he was much better with a gun. He'd need to start investing in getting the materials to make one...

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?

[At her reply Kankuro's grin widens.]

Yeah, damn straight.

[Of course he's still worried, because she hasn't answered his questions and a slightly sick feeling is building in his stomach that something is wrong.

It's not an unfamiliar feelings, one that had shown up quite a bit in his past, giving warnings to nasty surprises of the Gaara or Kazekage kind when he was younger, and of danger to his siblings as he got older.

He slowly sits, reluctant to let go of Temari's shoulders, but having little choice. Kankuro makes sure to move his chair closer, though, the sick feeling combining with tension as he looks at his sister.

When he talks his voice is quiet.]

What's wrong Tem?

[Tem.

He only does that when he's worried. Even without that cue, his demeanor practically screams concern and confusion. Temari angles her chair so that she can face him, silent for a long moment.

There's only so many ways to say this and she's fairly certain that he'll want to know how she ended up deaf -- and that's the question she really doesn't want to answer.

But she's never lied to him before. (Well, okay. She's lied about little things. Like not knowing where her lipstick is when he needs an emergency facelift.) She's blunt about it, because she's Temari. Blunt is who she is.]

I can't hear you. [Oh, and it's been some twenty months since she's seen him and she can't remember what he sounds like. That, too.]

Edited 2013-03-18 12:41 (UTC)

[...What the hell. Kankuro blinks in confusion at the notepad Lee whips out and scribbles madly in. Is...is he seriously writing down notes on what he just said. Seriously?

Oh god the enthusiasm. Don't get Kankuro wrong, he actually doesn't mind Lee, but sometimes he is too easily reminded of an enthusiastic jackal pup and it's both astounding and tiring.

He stares blankly at Lee, even as he finally manages to get the clinging octopus of spandex off his arms. He raise a hand, finger pointed and opens his mouth, before closing it. He closes his eyes, and pinches the bridge of his nose before exhaling a long breath. Then he looks at Lee again.]

...So, this place is not of our time and space continuum? [He is uncomfortably reminded of Madara and the summit of the Kages. Kankuro runs a hand through his hair in building frustration.]

Shit.

[Hey, most of the ninja's here are fully human too. Just with special talents. No need to be jealous Captain.

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.]

[While Itachi had already retrieved the clothing he was familiar with after he got back from his recent return to his own world, it had taken the act of collecting them again to make him realize how little he really had to choose from. He's not the sort of person who feels the need to have a fully stocked closet, but a couple more items suited for the cold weather wouldn't hurt either.

So, with little else to do this evening, he finds himself (coincidentally) looking around at the same time as the new arrival.

Now, Kakuro might have been a familiar figure if not for the fact that Itachi is near blind and not willing to use his Sharingan around just anyone. (One red eye is bound to raise questions, you see.) It would have been the lack of paint that would have made him recognizable, as even though the former Leaf ninja might not know much about Kankuro, he's very familiar with the image of the fourth Kazekage, and the puppet master resembles his father a great deal.

As it is, Itachi responds to the presence of another with a polite nod of his head, finding his way to the warmer clothing by a brush of one hand along fabric here and there.]

_{[ To late, he's jealous. At times he's even jealous of Spock. Seriously, what, did he need to dunk himself in a vat of hazmat?

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?

That is an accurate way of summarizing the situation! You are on your way of understanding. And not only is this place independent of our time-space continuum... it takes people freely from all times and spaces. There are people here from different worlds... as well as different times in our world.

[Well, here's someone who's seen him with his paint off! Although the last time she did, he looked a good sight worse for wear. But still, have Sakura strolling in for a bite to eat and pausing at the door.

Oh hi there, shirtless dude.]

Kankuro? [Blink, blink, stare. Yes, that's New Feather clothing all right]

... Well, Temari's going to be happy to see you.

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Even Later Action: Grocery Store

Ninja kitchen action.

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Ninja kitchen action. Time for the feels.

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Ninja kitchen action. Bring on the feels.

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Ninja kitchen action. Oh ouch. Temari... ;_;

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Ninja kitchen action. /sob

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Ninja kitchen action. /gross sobbing

Ninja kitchen action. s-so many feels. ;;

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[action - clothing store]

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Later Action - Ninja Floor Kitchen