Wash it all away [Open/Active]
Who: Shisui, YOU~!
Where: Glass Bathroom
When: Day 002
What: Shiusi takes a moment to bathe.
Warnings: Half naked ninja, talk of gore possible.
( Feel Almost Human Again )
Where: Glass Bathroom
When: Day 002
What: Shiusi takes a moment to bathe.
Warnings: Half naked ninja, talk of gore possible.
( Feel Almost Human Again )
He inclined his head, smiling faintly. "It's kept me alive this long. I suppose I'll keep on doing it until it gets me killed." The Sharingan was all about predicting opponents, and he had been the master of the family Doujutsu for some time now. It bled into the rest of his life, leaving everything tainted with a blood red veil. Even in this, a quiet conversation, he could still feel the urge to fall back on the eye he still possessed. He was glad Mello had rolled with it, glad that he took no offense. Though he wondered what the other man thought of him. Shisui had always been gifted in appearing non-threatening. "Then we can depend on each other for one thing, at least, we both want to get home."
He smiled, still relaxed. "Good. Because I don't either. Sitting still and waiting for death to come for me has never been one of my strong points. So we need to find answers, and whoever our captor is seems inclined to give us clues."
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He glanced back up at the kid, and gave a brief nod. Perceptiveness was an asset, and and he saw no reason to take offence to what Shisui had noticed; he didn't consider it to be a particularly negative impression to give off. "And you're used to this lifestyle, aren't you?"
Mello might not have gotten the feeling that Shisui was especially threatening, but he hardly seemed helpless, either. Considering the way he'd been speaking-- and particularly his behaviour in light of those injuries-- Shisui sounded like he was used to fighting, and living to survive. And that would make him useful if he was determined to win against their captors.
He couldn't help but be a little bit concerned, however, about Shisui's comment about wanting to get home. He wasn't sure that he considered his own world to be home, even if he had nowhere else to go. And if a few weeks had really passed-- or even a few days, for that matter-- would there be anything left for him to go back to? The idea very nearly frightened him.
But Shisui didn't need to know that.
He put on a wide grin, though one wouldn't have to be especially perceptive to tell that it wasn't sincere. "That's right," he said, standing up again so as to be on eye-level with the kid. "And I can't guarantee answers, but is there anything specific you'd like to ask about?"
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He flashed Mello a smile, hand still relaxed on the pile of clothes and the hidden hilt of his tanto. "I've been in this ah - lifestyle since I was a child. It's just another battle we'll need to overcome. I'm luckier than most, I have people that I trust here to guard my back." And watch his blindside. He would need to change his fighting style to make adjustments for the eye.
"The day cycle, what can you tell me about that? It seems off and wrong, but I've spent much of my first few days here unconscious. Does anyone have any sort of count for just how long it is?"
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He narrowed his eyes as he considered what the kid had said. "Having that sort of attitude about this, makes you lucky, too," he commented. And having allies around, he had to admit, was probably useful here-- especially in Shisui's case, considering the condition he was in-- though it was the implication behind the statement that interested Mello. "Should I assume that these acquaintances of yours arrived from a different time than you?"
Unless Shisui had managed to make friends in an absurdly short amount of time-- most of which he'd apparently spent unconscious-- it did make sense that he might have been speaking from his own experiences when he'd mentioned that.
Mello bit his lip, glancing off to the side for a moment as he thought. "I'm not sure if there's any sort of pattern to the day cycle yet," he answered. "The first day lasted for about two weeks. But the night lasted for about one, and this day seems to be going by at around the same rate."
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He smiled, lacking humor. "I suppose it does. Though it is more the product of training than anything else." He rolled his shoulders, nodding. "Two of them arrived from the far future, and one of them arrived from the past. He should be dead. But then, by all accounts, so should I."
He nodded. "Do you have a watch? Or any sort of time piece that could tell you exactly? I didn't have a stop watch on me or I'd try to measure for exact."
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He listened carefully to what Shisui had to say about this place's screwing with time; it seemed like it could have very well been useful information. "I wonder," he said thoughtfully, "If whatever this place is doing affects time wherever we're from." If it didn't, then was it somehow possible that his arrival here hadn't made the most recent events he'd been aware of back home fall into some sort of a mess? "I'm sure I should be dead, too," he added dryly after a moment.
That was true for a couple of reasons, and they weren't necessarily related to what had been going on right before he'd found himself here. He should have been dead just from what had happened in the house last night.
Even though he knew this place was fucked up, though, he wasn't sure he wanted to tell Shisui that he was nearly positive that he'd already died and had been revived here.
"I've got a phone," he said. "The clock worked perfectly fine for the first few weeks, but..."
But then I was killed by a pack of zombie dogs, and it hasn't worked properly since.
He exhaled sharply. "It's on this place's time now."
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He frowned, shrugging. "I should be dead by now, being pulled from my time-line would change things. I think." Or at least, he wouldn't die that night. Or with the rest of the clan. He'd disappear. But Itachi hadn't acted like he was forgetting, and Kakashi had said dead. Not vanished.
There was a different tone for ninja that had simply disappeared. Something between 'traitor' and the empty place that was left by unanswered questions.
Knowing what he knew now, would he be content to go back to die? After seeing how it all panned out, could he? His smile slipped a fraction as he thought.
"Join the club. Maybe this is some twisted form of the afterlife. It seems the most likely thing."
He frowned, thoughtful. Maybe that was another word for clock. "What changed?" Something must have changed.
"And what does this time look like? Slow?"
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While he supposed he could have died in his own world and somehow lost the memory of his death, he didn't have much confidence in the possibility. Despite the fact that he didn't understand how he could have been killed before he had at least parked the truck, he'd undeniably arrived here while he'd been driving. Falling into the house definitely hadn't been so painful for anyone else he'd spoken to.
"It's been the same as the time on the clock in the parlour since I--"
He glanced away from Shisui for a few moments, gritting his teeth in frustration as he thought. His death here was by no means a subject he wanted to dwell on, but he realized that there was really no sensible reason to avoid talking about it. Especially not when it was possibly the most significant thing he'd experienced here so far.
"I don't care if I sound like a complete screwball. I died last night."
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He wound his fingers in the fabric of the shirt on the counter, waiting patiently for Mello to speak. There was no sense in rushing him.
He paused, frowning as the information finally came out.
"You died? Did you get better? You seem to be alive now, unless you're a ghost."
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Although, of course, who the fuck knew that he wouldn't have been able to simply wake up again, entirely in tact?
"I'm nearly positive that the dogs killed me," he said bluntly. "Along with two other people." He firmly placed one hand on the edge of the glass counter. "And apparently I did get better, because as far as I can tell, I'm perfectly alive."
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Battles had been won and lost in less time.
He didn't know what Mello would take from it.
"Interesting." His eye turned red for a fraction of a second, barely visible. There was no...corrupted chakra. He didn't know Mello, but forbidden Jutsu had a habit of leaving a mark on the soul they were perverting for their purposes. He looked like a human, as simple as that seemed. "What do you remember happening? Just...died and woke up?"
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And even if he had somehow managed to survive, the attack would have undoubtedly left him in some sort of terrible condition. The fact that it had healed him entirely made frustratingly little sense.
He sounded decidedly unenthusiastic as he continued speaking. "The next thing I knew, I was in the attic and any sign that I'd been injured at all was completely gone."
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Nothing he had ever been exposed to could do something like this. "What sort of dogs were they? I mean, I realize you likely didn't have much point of reference. But as there anything different about them?"
He frowned, making a mental note to check the attic a soon as time and Itachi allowed. Perhaps there was something different about it?
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It really didn't make any sort of sense.
"Undead," he stated flatly. "I swear that I can't think of any other way to describe them. They looked like they shouldn't have been alive. They were rotting."
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"Undead..." It sounded like a Genjutsu or something...but. "I'll have to see them. Rotting dogs...this place gets crazier and crazier, I think. I'll have to see what I can learn when night falls again, to see if anything can be learned."
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