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[just_like_daddy]

Characters: Russel and whoever shows up.
Content: Arrival and confusion
Location: Near the University
Time: Day
Warnings: Russel has a dirty mouth.

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[defaultstare]

The sun was mostly hidden by clouds. It mirrored Senju’s bad mood rather poetically, though he wouldn’t have said that if asked. The Shodaime-Hokage wouldn’t have said very much at all, should someone have bothered to inquire. But of course, shinobi-training kept his face blank, and there was only a thin line of tension in the way Senju gripped the unsheathed katana, wet with greenish-gray gunk. Crab-blood, and it stunk like rot.

Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. It had splattered over his face and armor, and didn’t want to come off.

He’d started the mourning out with two blades and ten knives. Senju had lost four of the smaller blades, and snapped the other katana. “Annoyed” didn’t even begin to cover it. “Pissed Off And Ready To Kill Someone” was more like it.

He really needed to stop getting up at 2 A.M.

The kid shouting for someone below him wasn’t much of a target. Senju glared at him from his perch on the chunk of concrete that reached about fifteen feet into the air, and exhaled slowly.

“Shut the hell up,” alright, so he wouldn’t be polite, “before you bring them down on us, kid.”

[just_like_daddy]

Russel reeled on the stranger. How dare he try to get in the way of his search for his brother! "Who the hell are you?!" he snapped back angrily. He took note of the sword, he'd be stupid not to. But that doesn't mean that he wasn't angry all the same.

[defaultstare]

Senju might have smiled, or it might have been nothing, but he moved, and jumped down, landing soundlessly on the concrete. This place couldn’t take that skill away from him, though it had taken just about everything else. Taijutsu wasn’t something you could loose, easily or not. It was just there.

“Senju,” he said in response to the question, utterly unimpressed with the show of temper, “and you have a sadly underdeveloped sense of self-preservation.”

He twirled the sword when he said it, almost without noticing.

[just_like_daddy]

Russel stood his ground, his hands in his pockets. He almost glared at the other man, but his look was closer to bemused than anything. "Is that supposed to be some kind of threat?" he raised a curious eyebrow.

[defaultstare]

A blank stare was Senju’s response. Stupid boy. This was why he didn’t like civilians. Always assuming the wrong thing, and never seeing the true danger until they were rotting dead on the ground. “No,” he said coolly, “not a threat. Only a fact.”

He turned his head slightly, but no crabs were coming. Yet. “If I were going to threaten you, I would not have spoken at all.”

[just_like_daddy]

He looked around himself. Alright, maybe it would be smart to pay a little more attention to his surroundings. He looked around, then back to Senju. He still wasn't sure if he believed a word he said. There was blood on that sword, and he had an intention of keeping his own off of it. "What the hell are you talking about, and who the hell are you?" His fists clenched in his pants pockets. If there were nuts like this guy around...

[defaultstare]

“It is rude to ask for someone’s name and not give your own,” Senju commented blandly, staring unblinkly at the boy, “And I have already said mine”.

He shifted the katana, resting the flat of the blade against his shoulder in a casual stance. The shinobi saw no threat in the boy, but only fools let their guard down completely. Dead, rotting fools. Senju was not one of them.

“Use your head,” Senju told him without smiling, though part of him felt like it, tapping the sword-guard slightly with a gloved hand. “You’ll hear them coming, the crabs. I would suggest running, before they come.”

[just_like_daddy]

Russel looked around himself again. "It's Russel. And what kind of crabs are you talking about?"

Well, at least it seemed like he wasn't going to attack with that sword. At least not yet. "I haven't got a damn clue what you're talking about."

[defaultstare]

Russel. It was a different name, but then, Senju had heard many, many new ones since his arrival. He accepted it now, with less skepticism. What was common in his world was far from it, in others.

"Little monsters," he said blandly, "they'll eat you, if you let them swarm."

Senju gave him a level-look that didn't give Russel much credit for intelligence. "Pray tell, what can I do to explain, Russel-san?"

He didn't sound exactly friendly when he said it, either.

[just_like_daddy]

The less than friendly tone on served to make Russel angrier. On top of his carefully veiled fear, it was not exactly making for a fortuitous combination. "Where the hell is this place? What happened here?" he spat out the question, letting out some of what was building.

[defaultstare]

Senju only looked at him. "Monster attacked, people died. Strangers started to show up, and here you are."

He paused, tapping the sword. "It is called Manhattan. And," he gave Russel a cold stare, "if you want to fight me, I would suggest not telegraphing your emotions so much."

[just_like_daddy]

He retreated a bit on his rage at that. "...What kind of monster?" he asked, as though he didn't really want to know. "And I've never heard of Manhattan."

Russel pulled his hands out of his pockets, palms open to show that he was unarmed. "You're the guy with the sword."

[defaultstare]

Senju cocked his head. "A big one. The size of a Tailed Demon. And it's little children, the crabs." He paused, tapping the sword again. "I had not, either."

The sword was gripped tighter for a moment, and then Senju relaxed his grip, expression not changing at all through the whole time. It was always, perpetually, blank, like a rock. "You act like one of my students, who had a penance for letting things burn before she killed them."

He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Assume I am giving you the benefit of doubt."

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Now, he had trouble keeping panic at bay again. "I'm looking for someone. His name's Fletcher. He's my little brother, our last name is Tringham." He held his hand up near his shoulder. "He's about this tall, and he's got green overalls on. He's probably pretty scared."

[defaultstare]

Senju cocked his head slightly. "I have not seen anyone with that name, or description. Do not look too hard, though. Not everyone shows up here."

[just_like_daddy]

"You don't understand." It was Russel's turn to talk down to someone. "He wouldn't be here without me." He paced. This just wasn't going well.