log. | T-minus 0900 to lift-off
Who: Madara (obfuscater_tobi) and anyone/everyone else who feels like getting to the mountain earlier than the 6 o'clock deadline; OPEN. (Stein's already up here, isn't he?)
What: Just killing time.
Where: On top of Old Smokey the mountain.
When: February 8th, early.
[ Madara arrives at the mountain long before the appointed arrival time. He'd dropped all his other plans to get there so early, of course. He hadn't had time to check on his tailed beasts, to make sure that someone hadn't been tampering with them--because he still couldn't imagine how else someone could have created an illusion this complicated. People running about talking about imaginary cities and travel between other worlds... Feh. Madara was lucky he still had his wits about him.
Although, then again, there was nothing of "luck" about it, was there? Unless one counted being born into the Uchiha clan as a stroke of luck.
He looked over the landscape of the mountain, although he didn't feel like powering up his Sharingan to study it more closely. No need; he could tell that the mountain itself was real enough, he'd looked at it through the Sharingan enough times from a distance. At least it wasn't part of this mass illusion--which begged the question of where it had come from in the first place. But that's what this little moon mission was supposed to figure out, wasn't it? ]
... Feh. What a lifeless waste of rock.
[ Mainly he was annoyed about how all his plans had been put on hold by this crisis and he didn't have a single idea why. Admittedly, insulting the mountain didn't do a lot for his mood--but it helped a little bit.
He supposed he should start looking for the others. From the sound of the transmission he'd heard last night, it seemed as though several other people were already up here, either to help coordinate the moon mission or to help find "volunteers" to drag along. Surely they'd be around here somewhere. So he pulled out his perky Tobi voice again (it was getting quite the workout lately), cupped his hands around the place on his mask where a mouth should be, and shouted - ]
Hellooo?! Is anybody here yet?! It's Tobiii!
[ Pause; he didn't hear an immediate response. Madara sighed irritably and started trudging along a ledge, wondering what the hell he was supposed to for the rest of the day. ]
What: Just killing time.
Where: On top of Old Smokey the mountain.
When: February 8th, early.
[ Madara arrives at the mountain long before the appointed arrival time. He'd dropped all his other plans to get there so early, of course. He hadn't had time to check on his tailed beasts, to make sure that someone hadn't been tampering with them--because he still couldn't imagine how else someone could have created an illusion this complicated. People running about talking about imaginary cities and travel between other worlds... Feh. Madara was lucky he still had his wits about him.
Although, then again, there was nothing of "luck" about it, was there? Unless one counted being born into the Uchiha clan as a stroke of luck.
He looked over the landscape of the mountain, although he didn't feel like powering up his Sharingan to study it more closely. No need; he could tell that the mountain itself was real enough, he'd looked at it through the Sharingan enough times from a distance. At least it wasn't part of this mass illusion--which begged the question of where it had come from in the first place. But that's what this little moon mission was supposed to figure out, wasn't it? ]
... Feh. What a lifeless waste of rock.
[ Mainly he was annoyed about how all his plans had been put on hold by this crisis and he didn't have a single idea why. Admittedly, insulting the mountain didn't do a lot for his mood--but it helped a little bit.
He supposed he should start looking for the others. From the sound of the transmission he'd heard last night, it seemed as though several other people were already up here, either to help coordinate the moon mission or to help find "volunteers" to drag along. Surely they'd be around here somewhere. So he pulled out his perky Tobi voice again (it was getting quite the workout lately), cupped his hands around the place on his mask where a mouth should be, and shouted - ]
Hellooo?! Is anybody here yet?! It's Tobiii!
[ Pause; he didn't hear an immediate response. Madara sighed irritably and started trudging along a ledge, wondering what the hell he was supposed to for the rest of the day. ]