[ Transmission #8: White Mage Uchiha ]

[redpaperfan]

[ Sasuke has never looked so pale, and it's not just because of his skin-tone this time. He's all dressed up and standing pretty at the top of a stone tower, and he doesn't look pleased. He's learned a few very important lessons: 1) he has none of his old abilities. In fact, he can now heal, and use relatively shitty shielding spells to 2) avoid

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[redmoonrequiem]

. . . .

What did you do?

[redpaperfan]

[ For a long moment, Sasuke just levels a flat stare at Sasuke. Finally, a curt: ]

I built a fire.

[redmoonrequiem]

[Have a deadpan look to match your flat stare, other half.]

I'm sure that took a lot of talent.

[redpaperfan]

[ Oh. And another deadpan; nice to see you do have a sense of sarcasm as bright as the rest of you, Sasuke. ]

And sticks.

[redmoonrequiem]

Hn. That's the best you can do?

[Notice how his reaction seems unchanging in the face of that. Admittedly, a rather amusing exchange would anyone actually witness this. Or incredibly boring. Either was, Sasuke seems not to care.]

[redpaperfan]

On short notice.

[ =|a Theirs is a drama enacted with a sunny vibrancy good for drying already dry paint. ]

[redmoonrequiem]

[Just one more show of their epic talent. He's still unmoved. Though, maybe that's the barest flicker of amusement in his eyes.]

I'll remember that for next time.

[redpaperfan]

I'll remember to be flattered.

[ =| And next time, you get to wear the white strappy clothing, other self. ]