Twenty-Ninth Rebirth [Accidental Video]

[neverquitedies]

[The PCD flickers on, starts recording. Yuca doesn't notice it at first (no, he's not dead, sorry). He's kneeling on one knee, using both his hands to pull, hard, at an annoying patch of crab grass. He seemed to be in a lot where a building was destroyed, judging from the rubble around him- a sledgehammer lay in the grass not too far off, broken

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[visionofblood]

Ahha... you tolerant thing. I'd have waited until they were entrenched deep inside the maze, and then a mysterious fire would appear and frighten them half to death.

Or fully. [He bats a hand carelessly.]

Whichever.

Fires have minds of their own and can't be told to behave once they're set.

[chaserprongs]

[Snort.

Oh, Izuna, you unflappable crazy mofo, only you can look at the gravity of the situation and correct Yuca on the handling of the situation. ♥]

[visionofblood]

[Gravity? What gravity? We all float, here, Mister Potter.

Or at least, Izuna tends to. Its very difficult to take a story like this seriously when held parallel to his own temper and how he'd have handled it (which would be about as graciously as one can handle something with a fistfull of fire and anger management.)

Even an immortal should value his time more than this. What a waste of effort. Raze the earth so nothing will grow there again! Or at least exact some revenge to get a payback on the waste.

(Izuna-logic, understand, should never be tried at home.)]

[neverquitedies]

Well, I wasn't alive when they tore it out.

[He offers a cheerful smile to match Izuna's own.]

I wasn't even alive when they were. I came back after their line had been destroyed by a neighboring country.

[visionofblood]

Ahh, what a waste of perfectly good come-uppance...

[neverquitedies]

I had no interest in vengeance. I don't care for flowers, mister Izuna.

[visionofblood]

Then its a double waste! And... I don't much care for them. They're useful weapons of Hashirama's, but it loses some of the mystique when you experience first-hand what a plantar feels like.

[neverquitedies]

I can imagine so.

I trust you've been faring well?

[visionofblood]

As well as to be expected. They didn't lock you away! That's nice, isn't it?

[neverquitedies]

If you say so. Either way, it doesn't matter much to me. I had expected to be dead by now.

[visionofblood]

You know better. Death is fleeting, here moreso than ever.

[neverquitedies]

Had expected to be killed by now.

There are stories of people who have stayed dead here.

[visionofblood]

Oh, that. Haaah~ I had too. People are full of surprises.

[neverquitedies]

Funny, how things work out.

[visionofblood]

Extremely, but most don't see the humor. It's a shame, like a well-told and elaborate joke voiced to a room full of the deaf or insipid.

[neverquitedies]

If you insist.