[OPEN] - backdated
Who: Sasuke (hcyanide), open (...maaybe except for Naruto, because, well. Probably for the best? xD;;;)
When: Sometime after this.
Where: Outlander Community Block/Public Park/A small tour of Anatole
Format: Paragraph
What: Sasuke's testing the waters. He's also trying to find the docks to minimise Naruto's homeground advantage in their upcoming fight. But mostly just finding his way around. Please feel free to stir things up/meet him/stroll on by! ♥
Warnings: None.
It's been a few days already. Hard to believe, and yet gradually the aches and inexplicable episodes of vertigo from the nearly invisible - for now, anyway - mist have faded.
Perhaps he's one of the... Scorched, now, and though the thought is unwilling it's seemingly inevitable.
So it's easiest to concentrate on the physical. His immediate surroundings, as he's been trained to analyse them; an easy vantage point for a long-range stealth fighter, there. There's the Door he'd supposedly come through, flickering with an eerie light from within, and when he walks closer images flutter as though buffeted by an unseen wind. He doesn't recognise any of them.
Still, the tang of the air is a welcome change to the starkness of his room. It's been days since he's trained - or it feels like it, at least, and -
He's fighting Naruto in a matter of days. Hours, even.
Sasuke's face hardens, his mind made up. He flips the Forge on, turns right towards the Public Park, turns his thoughts to the map on the screen and most importantly - towards the small white letters that spell out -
Docks.
When: Sometime after this.
Where: Outlander Community Block/Public Park/A small tour of Anatole
Format: Paragraph
What: Sasuke's testing the waters. He's also trying to find the docks to minimise Naruto's homeground advantage in their upcoming fight. But mostly just finding his way around. Please feel free to stir things up/meet him/stroll on by! ♥
Warnings: None.
It's been a few days already. Hard to believe, and yet gradually the aches and inexplicable episodes of vertigo from the nearly invisible - for now, anyway - mist have faded.
Perhaps he's one of the... Scorched, now, and though the thought is unwilling it's seemingly inevitable.
So it's easiest to concentrate on the physical. His immediate surroundings, as he's been trained to analyse them; an easy vantage point for a long-range stealth fighter, there. There's the Door he'd supposedly come through, flickering with an eerie light from within, and when he walks closer images flutter as though buffeted by an unseen wind. He doesn't recognise any of them.
Still, the tang of the air is a welcome change to the starkness of his room. It's been days since he's trained - or it feels like it, at least, and -
He's fighting Naruto in a matter of days. Hours, even.
Sasuke's face hardens, his mind made up. He flips the Forge on, turns right towards the Public Park, turns his thoughts to the map on the screen and most importantly - towards the small white letters that spell out -
Docks.