her next post miiiight involve her not talking to invisible people?
[orihime has found dirt.]
[no, not just the dirt around the gate and other patchy looking places that weren't really large and stuff- she's found a nice, albeit dusty and dry, place to dig holes in.]
[it doesn't look all that fertile though, so she's sitting in front of it, looking thoughtful.]
Are you sure this'll work, Ayame? Shun'o?
[she listens for ( Read more... )
[no, not just the dirt around the gate and other patchy looking places that weren't really large and stuff- she's found a nice, albeit dusty and dry, place to dig holes in.]
[it doesn't look all that fertile though, so she's sitting in front of it, looking thoughtful.]
Are you sure this'll work, Ayame? Shun'o?
[she listens for ( Read more... )
... the hell, un?
[his last few creations have been closest to par. a dirt spider creeps near the shield and-]
Katsu!
[-explodes.]
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. . .
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[have her most serious face, deidara, as she examines you closely- and somewhat suspiciously. she isn't actually in a defensive stance right now, but she's ready if you try to throw something at her again :|.]
Was that explosion yours?
[she didn't actually see the spider.]
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just an artist passing by.
[-he does not recognize that technique; it is automatically a threat - she is automatically a threat - until-]
yeah. what about it, un?
(a crooked grin)
don't like my art?
[-proven otherwise. another handful of dirt feeds his mouths and-]
what was that barrier?
[-there are tiny creatures scurrying behind him and something else in the making.]
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A healing technique. What are. . .
[noticing his hands now. a pause, then another suspicious look.]
What are you? You're not an arrancar, are you?
[though those generally have masks- and dress in white. she's not sure what else he could be though.]
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... the hell is an "arrancar"?
[-but the latter catches his attention more. some new name for nuke-nin, the Akatsuki perhaps?]
that what you're calling the monsters around here, un?
[it is mildly amusing that she would step back; a smart idea-]
odd name. never heard it before, yeah.
[-he is missing a proper display of his art.]
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It's. . . . a ghost, I guess. It's kind of . . . complicated, I think?
[she doesn't know how to explain it if she doesn't start from the beginning, and starting from the beginning doesn't sound like a good plan here, but. then again, what else do they have to talk about. deidara might notice parts of her hair clips zooming off, preparing to defend her if necessary.]
It's a ghost that's started to decay, I guess.
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... a decaying ghost? sounds more like a fucked-up summon to me, un.
[the other hand-mouth still works-]
not sure about you, but I'm not dead.
[-on something.]
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. . . . Right.
[she's not sure what to say to that, so she just takes another step back. whatever he's working on. . .she's not sure she wants to find out what it is.]
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that little thing's a weapon, un?
[-and the spider by his feet detonates; the other hand spits out birds and-]
doesn't look like much to me, un.
[-he is out of dirt; a crooked grin-]
not a bad disguise for 'em, though.
[-he'll take that risk; what is Shunshin for, after all?]
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Leave me alone.
[kay. it's time to stop going on the retreat. you can do this, orihime. :| he's just like the bullies at school except. more lethal, right?]
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the hell did I do to you, un? you're the one who decided to destroy my art!
[his chakra is still gathered, ready to be used to protect and mold and attack until nothing is left.]
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[oh no. she's so sorry D: D: D:]
Y-You can still make more, right? I'm very sorry! I know it won't replace the original or anything, but. Um. I thought it was another bomb. . . . .
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[entirely dismissive; if the shield had held it would have been worth paying attention to and if not-]
wanted to see what that golden thing was, un.
[-well, there would only have been minor injuries, for the most part.]
those (and here he gestures to the hair-clips) things, they're weapons, aren't they? (an odd half-grin.) saw 'em moving around, yeah.
[it's a basic rule of survival, to never be caught off-guard; in a strange place, he will always-]
(a wider grin.)
figured I'd rather not get hit by 'em, yeah.
[-attack first and leave the mess behind for someone else to-]
that?
(the grin morphs into something slightly maniacal in its intensity)
's my art, un. it's supposed to be a bang.
[-clean up.]
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[she raises a hand, resting her fingers against them, and considers her answer for a moment, taking in his explanation about the dirt creatures, and nodding slowly, and deciding not to actually answer]
Why didn't you just ask then? Wouldn't that have been easier?
[she still looks somewhat suspicious and doubtful]
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you don't stop and ask the enemy about their techniques, un. easiest way to get yourself killed and (a crooked grin) only an idiot would tell the truth, yeah.
[-best be cautious for a bit longer.]
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