[Yamamoto's voice cuts through the network in a neutral manner. The of a lawyer or a doctor informing a patient that they have a terminal illness. It is almost impersonal but one that might give illusion that he is actually smiling behind the words.

Either way, it is still calm, because he needs to know. Wants to know ( Read more... )

[The screen is steady as it blinks awake, afternoon light streaming in and bouncing off large branches as it illuminates a peaceful scene of green grass gently bowing to the wind and trees rocking and swaying in an even rhythm. Everything is just alive. At peace.  And amongst it all is a small boy, hand tucked under his chin and arms tucked about ( Read more... )

[When the feed starts, it's dark, with just the last traces of sunset on the horizon. Iruka is walking through the grounds of Himorogi. His question is simple, and he's in full shinobi attire, a little worse for wear, ponytail coming loose and shoulders hunched. They hunch because Iruka breathes slowly, because he can catch his breath ( Read more... )

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Okay, has everyone gone fucking batshit in the last day?

[Because Matt's really sure there weren't so many people paired up just a little while ago, and his girlfriend and best friend are acting weird, like borderline-delusional-weird, and he has enough to worry about already.

He wants to get to the bottom of this.]

[Did I get knocked out? Donning a confused scowl and looking around with apprehension, Lee tries to make sense of his surroundings. This is DEFINITELY NOT the battlefield he remembered. …Unless they have moved on? Had they moved on? No! Surely he would have remembered a change in location and their magnificent victory against the Mist ninja ( Read more... )