RL POST (locked to Tobi, Kabuto, and Kisame if he wants to join)

[petmysnakes]

The past few two weeks had been practically sleepless. Heh, what did a god need with sleep anyway? Perhaps he’d been stepping out of line by irking so many upon his entrance… but there were times when it was so incredibly irresistible. Especially what with being introduced to so many unique talents and abilities. Everything was so… new

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[secondvirgo]

Orochimaru liked to mock him, and he didn't like being mocked.

Tobi could take a joke. He simply didn't like the man. And perhaps with good reason, seeing as he had actually taken to a bit of spying on him in previous years. All related to Sasuke, of course. Anyone who'd come in contact with the oh-so-popular "last survivor of the Uchiha clan" was subsequently stalked by the masked nin until they were found to be useless.

All of the said stalking was completely undetectable, for the most part. Madara was, indeed, a skilled shinobi.

This snakelike nin he was now hurtling towards had possibly made the largest impact on Sasuke other than Itachi himself. But unlike Itachi, Madara could feel no compassion toward him. He was not blood, he hadn't done such merciless acts on mere orders. No, Orochimaru was truly something to be despised

[beware_of_jaws]

Kisame liked training at night

[petmysnakes]

Orochimaru enjoyed having others seek him out. It was somewhat of an unhealthy self-absorbing obsession, really. It delighted him to know he'd impacted someone enough to be sought out, kind of like a game. He realized Tobi was more than capable of finding his whereabouts and time was the only crucial factor now.

Coincidentally, the Sannin's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a very a familiar presence nearing. Ah hah... Tobi. So the game was beginning sooner than he anticipated? How exciting! He hadn't the slightest that there was another specific carnivorous Akatsuki member nearby as well... but if he did, he would find himself overwhelmed by double the entertainment.

Orochimaru didn't shift stances. He didn't even move. He simply held his ground, waiting for Tobi to make himself known.

The games were on.

[secondvirgo]

Tobi's mind was a bit like a dog's, deadset on whatever goal it could hold at any given time. Little thought was given to the fact that he should still be on guard duty... well, it wasn't like anyone knew where the hell their base was, and nothing ever came around except someone to exchange positions. Nothing to worry about

[petmysnakes]

The masked Akatsuki's presence was now more than apparent. Orochimaru's back still faced the now perched figure, but the he was more than aware of his newly arrived guest. A slim smirk twisted up his face, as he allowed himself to stand without reaction for another brief moment. Then, he turned, the smirk ceasing to vanish, his dashingly smug expression now fixed on Tobi.

"So you found me," he began, sounding somewhat nonchalant about the statement. "I assume it wasn't too difficult for you." So they were facing off once more? Good. Though, this time, Orochimaru's primary goal was a bit... different: He was going to unmask his mysterious taunter. The little man couldn't hide forever, and Orochimaru planned to strip him of the single apparent factor that seemed to be sealing Tobi's hard-nosed confidence.

[secondvirgo]

Once Orochimaru finished talking, Tobi dropped down from the branch he had been on and continued to grin. He crossed his arms almost relaxedly, Sharingan still glowing faintly. "Heheh... not a problem at all."

He stood there, a dark smudge against the slightly illuminated bark on the trees. Tobi had been looking forward to fighting Orochimaru once more ever since he found he had not, in fact, killed the man. And who would strike first? Seemed Tobi himself was the one who had taken the initiative last time. And he would again, if the snakeish nin didn't come at him within the next second.

[petmysnakes]

Orochimaru's own serpentine eyes locked onto the single gleaming orb that could be seen behind the mask. How quaint. It seemed that regressively childish attitude was fading in his opponent. Perhaps he'd truly gotten under the other man's skin. Well... that wouldn't really surprise him, but after being constantly teased and irked by the man, Orochimaru was more than satisfied to feel the aura of faint agitation.

Tobi didn't seem to be making the initial move. Too bad. Orochimaru almost hoped the Akatsuki member would pull another ridiculous move like last time. It would make things much easier, but oh well. A challenge was always good.

The Sannin's expression hardened a bit, his eyes narrowing, more out of anticipating delight than irritation. The animalistic gaze seemed to glow behind the blanket of shadows caused by the trees. "Tonight we're going to find out who you really are, boy." His voice now was something more of a snake-like hiss, as opposed to his typically calm bemused tone. That said, his jaw dropped,

[secondvirgo]

"More snakes, Oro-chan?" Tobi taunted, leaping out of the way of the snakes. One managed to tear across his side, leaving not a mark but a tear in the fabric of his Akatsuki garb.

"Aww, look what you did!" the masked nin cried out, examining the damage. Well, if Orochimaru was going to be unoriginal, so would Tobi. Why not continue that little sequence he'd been working on in the previous battle?

He performed the same stolen-Waterfall jutsu, sending another vortex toward Orochimaru. Excitement for Tobi meant the opposite for Madara. The Uchiha had felt something different in Orochimaru as soon as he'd laid eyes on him this night, the way the other shinobi stood, had talked. Even the fact that he made the first move this time. He was wary, to say the least.

[petmysnakes]

Tch. The man was just as crafty with dodging as he'd been during their last battle. Well, that minute tear in the fabric was only the start of things.

Next came the oh-so-familiar water vortex. This time however, it didn't catch him by surprise. Orochimaru lept backwards and up onto a branch. Promptly after, he began bounding through the tree branches. His moves were incredibly nimble and agile, his movements practically soundless.

He thrust his arms forward, allowing his chakra to fluently spill into his attack. Futon. A violent wind crashed through the trees, leveling some of them and sailing towards Tobi.