[Gaara awakens abruptly on the beach. The journal is next to his side, open and recording. He sits up too quickly and stifles a quiet groan of unease. The sand around him shifts and stirs, seeming agitated.]
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[After a short while, he rises to his feet. He looks down and acknowledges the journal with a brief glance. A slight shift of
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Read more... )
[She sees the sand moving in strange patterns further down the beach and her fingers clench press against the closed journal. Is it...?]
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......
[He continued walking forward, watching her warily, as his sand kept stirring with the intention of protecting him.]
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[She can't tell whether or not he is a threat but turns to face him anyway as it seems she has been spotted and she would rather not present her back to him. She tries to grow an eye from his shoulder where he wouldn't be able to see it, but it doesn't work-- so she waits, holding the journal in front of her, water rushing briefly over her feet.]
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He observed her in silence for a few moments. When he deemed it a waste of time to continue doing nothing, he finally spoke up.]
State your identity.
[If Gaara wasn't under the impression that he was in enemy territory, he wouldn't have sounded so antagonistic. He could tell that his chakra level wasn't up to full capacity. Engaging in a fight now, wouldn't be the smartest thing to do.]
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[Yet]
It wouldn't be of any use to you even if I did.
[At least she doesn't recognize him from home.]
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Which country is this?
[He could at least determine the expectation of enemies or allies in this land.]
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I believe it's called Luceti. We've all been kidnapped and brought here.
[So easily. How can that even happen?]
Your journal will tell you if you wish to look.
[She shrugs and and shifts her own journal closer against her stomach. It is what she must protect right now.]
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All? [He blinked in mild surprise; was she a demon host as well? He doubted it.]
...Journal? [He vaguely remembered seeing that item lying on the sand before he walked away. Clear disbelief flickered over his expression just then.] Inanimate objects don't talk.
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I mean to say that it's written. Where we are. What has happened.
[She opens her own journal to show him the page]
Also through this others can see and hear us and we them, but you can cover it, I believe. [she blossoms a hand from the top of the book and taps the camera before shutting the book, the hand disappearing in a small burst of petals.]
But everything say or do is recorded by the Malnosso. The ones who [trapped] bought us here.
[A shiver runs down her back even saying it and the tide running over her feet before drawing back feels all the colder.]
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[His question was cut off by the unexpected appearance of the hand. What kind of technique was… Could she be a kunoichi?]
…?
[He stared at her journal for a moment longer, before shifting his eyes away. He knew the name of his kidnappers, but not how to access them.] Has their primary base been uncovered?
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Also, take care of your wings, ne? They are your weakest point. [They are obviously hers as well but she doesn't say as much. She doesn't know if she can trust him but she doesn't want to be responsible for his death, either. Though...does that kind of thing really matter here?]
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The wings. [He looked back at them, shifting his shoulders slightly. The red feathers ruffled with his movement.] They aren’t functional. Why are they a source of weakness?
[If he really wanted to kill her, he could find more effective methods. But he had no reason to incite any violence against her.]
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[It is careless not to read the journal, she realizes. More then careless. To be ignorant of such a vital fact...]
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[He looked up sharply.]
Is that a proven fact?
[How could something so useless be of such high importance?]
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Are you willing to risk it?
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[Silently, he orders his sand to crawl over the wings, inspecting them. Outwardly, he shows nothing.]
I don't intend to act impulsively.
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