[LOG]
Who: Deidara & Sasori
Status: Open?
Style: Action
Where: Yomisato
When: Backdated, I'll add the exact date later
Rating: PG at least with these guys.
Warnings: I'll add if something disturbing comes along.
[ Shinobi is a weapon, a living, breathing blade, honed sharp and crafted into the bearer's image. Every jutsu, every stroke of chakra is practiced with simple-minded devotion until it is like second nature, like an arrow ready to leave the string of a drawn bow. They are the weapon and the armor, the force to the compared. Controlling chakra is one of the first things a shinobi will learn, to control your own life force, to draw upon it for strength and speed, to measure it, to cherish it.
Losing chakra means death.
Yet, here Deidara is, dry of any chakra as the sand of the desert, tracking after Sasori in the exhausting heat towards a spot on the map called Yomisato. He is hot, tired and feeling more vulnerable than he has for years and years, since early childhood perhaps. Most of his belongings, sacks of clay, various weapons, leg warmers (or whatever) and a water skin are all wrapped up in his cloak, which is rolled up and wrapped over one shoulder into a impromptu backpack. He's wearing only a loose wrap shirt and pants tied up to his knees. A rosy shade of burn has spread across his arms, neck and freckled cheeks, hair bundled up to his neck and tied back with his hitai-ate.
He had been a quiet traveler, closed off and keeping to his own thoughts, fanning himself with his rice hat and occasionally mildly complaining about the heat. Not very characteristic behavior for Deidara.
But it's not every day a shinobi loses his powers. ]
Status: Open?
Style: Action
Where: Yomisato
When: Backdated, I'll add the exact date later
Rating: PG at least with these guys.
Warnings: I'll add if something disturbing comes along.
[ Shinobi is a weapon, a living, breathing blade, honed sharp and crafted into the bearer's image. Every jutsu, every stroke of chakra is practiced with simple-minded devotion until it is like second nature, like an arrow ready to leave the string of a drawn bow. They are the weapon and the armor, the force to the compared. Controlling chakra is one of the first things a shinobi will learn, to control your own life force, to draw upon it for strength and speed, to measure it, to cherish it.
Losing chakra means death.
Yet, here Deidara is, dry of any chakra as the sand of the desert, tracking after Sasori in the exhausting heat towards a spot on the map called Yomisato. He is hot, tired and feeling more vulnerable than he has for years and years, since early childhood perhaps. Most of his belongings, sacks of clay, various weapons, leg warmers (or whatever) and a water skin are all wrapped up in his cloak, which is rolled up and wrapped over one shoulder into a impromptu backpack. He's wearing only a loose wrap shirt and pants tied up to his knees. A rosy shade of burn has spread across his arms, neck and freckled cheeks, hair bundled up to his neck and tied back with his hitai-ate.
He had been a quiet traveler, closed off and keeping to his own thoughts, fanning himself with his rice hat and occasionally mildly complaining about the heat. Not very characteristic behavior for Deidara.
But it's not every day a shinobi loses his powers. ]