No more sinister than sane // Briefing your life away
Who: Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Izuna, Uhiha Madara?, Yosuke?, WHOEVER IS THERE \o/
When: Sunday, right after Sakura makes the offer to patch up Izuna's doll.
Where: Suite 35
Summary: Izuna's doll needs mending. Sakura volunteered to do it. So... she does. (My summarization talents rock.)
Rating: PG-13/R?
Warnings: Izuna feels severely burned, and boy is he going to feel the doll-patching. No posting order, threadjacks all happen in the glory of bendytime, responses from me will be slow until this evening and tomorrow.
Sakura didn't hurry. If this was going to be a matter of doing her job in another situation she abhorred, so be it. Her three word commitment to an egomaniac overlord had brought her here to look down at an obsessive, pain-ridden and yet untouched shinobi. Izuna was frightening, in some ways more so than his brother.
Then again, it did seem to be a bit of a family trait. Pushing unwelcome thoughts out of her mind, she focused on the task at hand.
"Where is the doll?"
If she was going to get this done and over with, despite the nasty tangle of unease and disgust (to her? to everyone here?) roiling in her stomach, there was no point in dithering. She looked toward Izuna, noting his silence. She wondered how well that would hold.
When: Sunday, right after Sakura makes the offer to patch up Izuna's doll.
Where: Suite 35
Summary: Izuna's doll needs mending. Sakura volunteered to do it. So... she does. (My summarization talents rock.)
Rating: PG-13/R?
Warnings: Izuna feels severely burned, and boy is he going to feel the doll-patching. No posting order, threadjacks all happen in the glory of bendytime, responses from me will be slow until this evening and tomorrow.
Sakura didn't hurry. If this was going to be a matter of doing her job in another situation she abhorred, so be it. Her three word commitment to an egomaniac overlord had brought her here to look down at an obsessive, pain-ridden and yet untouched shinobi. Izuna was frightening, in some ways more so than his brother.
Then again, it did seem to be a bit of a family trait. Pushing unwelcome thoughts out of her mind, she focused on the task at hand.
"Where is the doll?"
If she was going to get this done and over with, despite the nasty tangle of unease and disgust (to her? to everyone here?) roiling in her stomach, there was no point in dithering. She looked toward Izuna, noting his silence. She wondered how well that would hold.