[log] Darkest Between [Tenten][Closed]
Who: Tenten
What: Training after a long, sleepless night
When: Shortly after her switch the new Team Omega
Warnings: None, except maybe her reflections on her teammates? :o?
It was just after five AM, and the Nevada sun hadn’t yet come up to start scorching the training grounds. Which was, after all, just how Tenten preferred it; the desert hadn’t woken up yet to burn her up. She stretched for what had to be the two-hundred and thirty-third time already, filling her head up with schematics and weapons. Tenten just didn’t get it: after a long night making a pile of stuffed animals (quickly disposed of come ‘wake’ time), unable to sleep, she still felt fine.
Her teammates weren’t so terribly bad; Kiba was chilly, hot and cold in his interactions with her and others, but interesting to watch. Sasuke… she’d keep a wide berth of him outside of training, and leave it at that. Suigetsu often deserved a punch in the face, but Tenten had been practicing explicit patience. She made sure there was nothing wrong with her performance, and would give him little reason to complain. Finally, there was Kankuro… which Tenten had no particular note for, save for the fact he annoyed her with his ability to better adapt to the dry desert than she had. But all of those Sand people were like that, really. Grit-covered bastards.
The little Chinese agent drew breath into her lungs and leapt straight up to a precipice waiting. Her targets were several hundred meters away from her, mixed into a crowd of other dummies; their yellow ID badges the only difference from their regular brethren. Tenten popped her neck and slipped a bud into her ear. The voice on the other side was alien and fairly robotic.
“Test Two-Two-Five-A-Seven. Subject One-Zero-One-Zero, Codename: Ballista. You have fourty-five seconds to find and eliminate sixteen targets. Would you kindly begin your test?” The words rolled around in Tenten’s brain, lighting up old training directives.
“I hear and obey.” Tenten responded automatically, unthinkingly, her voice a thin and airy whisper.
“Begin test.” It wasn’t a long time, and Tenten got to work, pulling a sniper rifle from the seemingly endless stream of weaponry that she had at her disposal. Forty seconds left. Head. Heart. Head. Heart. Head. Heart. Twenty-two seconds. Head. Heart. Head. Heart. Reload. Twelve seconds. Head. Heart. Heart. Head. Where are the other two…? There. Head. Head. Six seconds left. The shots hissed out, unaided by scope or laser. Tenten’s pupils dilated to more cleanly absorb the thin light of pre-dawn. Striking cleanly between bodies within millimeters of each other, proving the caliber of her training. Tenten wondered if it made her de facto Papi proud. She really hoped so - it wasn’t as though her scientist parents had offered any praise.
“End test,” Tenten whispered into the bud.
“Test ended. Five seconds remaining. Total targets eliminated: sixteen-of-sixteen. Accuracy: One-hundred percent.” Tenten sat back on her haunches and rolled her shoulders.
Of course it’s one-hundred. Why would I miss? Tenten pursed her lips as the voice continued to pipe out her statistics. Two-thousand of two- thousand sniping tests completed. All targets eliminated. Tenten yawned.
Maybe she’d just have to make a recording of this voice; it was enough to make her eyes droop and finally be tired. “Permission to be dismissed?” she asked, feeling her shoulders burn with the need to rest and sleep.
“Permission granted.” Tenten pulled the bud out and handed her gun to a waiting scientist - no doubt waiting by to see if her chemical compounds had changed since the last thirty times she’d been asked to make the weapon. Dimly, Tenten wondered if the guns carried anything of her on them. She’d have to ask Kiba. Tenten carried herself off in the direction of the tent, stopped, turned around and walked to her new suite. Even if she got a little sleep, it would be a blessing.
What: Training after a long, sleepless night
When: Shortly after her switch the new Team Omega
Warnings: None, except maybe her reflections on her teammates? :o?
It was just after five AM, and the Nevada sun hadn’t yet come up to start scorching the training grounds. Which was, after all, just how Tenten preferred it; the desert hadn’t woken up yet to burn her up. She stretched for what had to be the two-hundred and thirty-third time already, filling her head up with schematics and weapons. Tenten just didn’t get it: after a long night making a pile of stuffed animals (quickly disposed of come ‘wake’ time), unable to sleep, she still felt fine.
Her teammates weren’t so terribly bad; Kiba was chilly, hot and cold in his interactions with her and others, but interesting to watch. Sasuke… she’d keep a wide berth of him outside of training, and leave it at that. Suigetsu often deserved a punch in the face, but Tenten had been practicing explicit patience. She made sure there was nothing wrong with her performance, and would give him little reason to complain. Finally, there was Kankuro… which Tenten had no particular note for, save for the fact he annoyed her with his ability to better adapt to the dry desert than she had. But all of those Sand people were like that, really. Grit-covered bastards.
The little Chinese agent drew breath into her lungs and leapt straight up to a precipice waiting. Her targets were several hundred meters away from her, mixed into a crowd of other dummies; their yellow ID badges the only difference from their regular brethren. Tenten popped her neck and slipped a bud into her ear. The voice on the other side was alien and fairly robotic.
“Test Two-Two-Five-A-Seven. Subject One-Zero-One-Zero, Codename: Ballista. You have fourty-five seconds to find and eliminate sixteen targets. Would you kindly begin your test?” The words rolled around in Tenten’s brain, lighting up old training directives.
“I hear and obey.” Tenten responded automatically, unthinkingly, her voice a thin and airy whisper.
“Begin test.” It wasn’t a long time, and Tenten got to work, pulling a sniper rifle from the seemingly endless stream of weaponry that she had at her disposal. Forty seconds left. Head. Heart. Head. Heart. Head. Heart. Twenty-two seconds. Head. Heart. Head. Heart. Reload. Twelve seconds. Head. Heart. Heart. Head. Where are the other two…? There. Head. Head. Six seconds left. The shots hissed out, unaided by scope or laser. Tenten’s pupils dilated to more cleanly absorb the thin light of pre-dawn. Striking cleanly between bodies within millimeters of each other, proving the caliber of her training. Tenten wondered if it made her de facto Papi proud. She really hoped so - it wasn’t as though her scientist parents had offered any praise.
“End test,” Tenten whispered into the bud.
“Test ended. Five seconds remaining. Total targets eliminated: sixteen-of-sixteen. Accuracy: One-hundred percent.” Tenten sat back on her haunches and rolled her shoulders.
Of course it’s one-hundred. Why would I miss? Tenten pursed her lips as the voice continued to pipe out her statistics. Two-thousand of two- thousand sniping tests completed. All targets eliminated. Tenten yawned.
Maybe she’d just have to make a recording of this voice; it was enough to make her eyes droop and finally be tired. “Permission to be dismissed?” she asked, feeling her shoulders burn with the need to rest and sleep.
“Permission granted.” Tenten pulled the bud out and handed her gun to a waiting scientist - no doubt waiting by to see if her chemical compounds had changed since the last thirty times she’d been asked to make the weapon. Dimly, Tenten wondered if the guns carried anything of her on them. She’d have to ask Kiba. Tenten carried herself off in the direction of the tent, stopped, turned around and walked to her new suite. Even if she got a little sleep, it would be a blessing.