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Characters: Itachi (kin_slayer) and Madara (thefirstuchiha)
When: Friday morning
Where: South Wester area of the Safe Zone
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Summary: Due to someone who will remain nameless Al Itachi is having a hard time keeping his emotions in check. Madara has a hard time not playing with fire. Combined, it leads to explosions?
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Itachi was heating up miso on the stove, a rice cooker already waiting with the morning rice. He'd liberated a generator from the warehouse as soon as he'd moved himself and Madara away from Vincent's, and the few eletronics he'd hunted up were powered by it. He'd probably need to get one of the mechanics or Tails to work with it, though, soon.
For the moment, however, power sources were far from his mind. He was busy dwelling on the disturbing occurances of the dreams, and the even more disturbing fact that ever since Al had been in his mind, he'd woken up from some of the dreams crying...
He hadn't cried since he was thirteen. The idea that he had little to no control over his emotions was unsettling and frightening... Especially in this place, surrounded by enemies who he needed most of all to never see the cracks in his facade.
When: Friday morning
Where: South Wester area of the Safe Zone
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Summary: Due to someone who will remain nameless Al Itachi is having a hard time keeping his emotions in check. Madara has a hard time not playing with fire. Combined, it leads to explosions?
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Itachi was heating up miso on the stove, a rice cooker already waiting with the morning rice. He'd liberated a generator from the warehouse as soon as he'd moved himself and Madara away from Vincent's, and the few eletronics he'd hunted up were powered by it. He'd probably need to get one of the mechanics or Tails to work with it, though, soon.
For the moment, however, power sources were far from his mind. He was busy dwelling on the disturbing occurances of the dreams, and the even more disturbing fact that ever since Al had been in his mind, he'd woken up from some of the dreams crying...
He hadn't cried since he was thirteen. The idea that he had little to no control over his emotions was unsettling and frightening... Especially in this place, surrounded by enemies who he needed most of all to never see the cracks in his facade.