[OPEN] Old dudes play chess in the park aaaaaall the tiiiiiime
Who: Uchiha Madara & [OPEN]
What: Madara is currently looking like some unassuming old dude playing chess... really badly. But he seems content! And like he's playing against an invisible partner. Oh, old people.
When: Saturday, March 26th, All Day
Where: One of the parks.
Warnings: ... Madara?
Notes: Madara looks like a fairly generic old (think 70+) man, probably Asian in origin, for the moment. It's a genjutsu, so his hair looks a little more silvered and his eyes are a very unremarkable black.
He'd been following the events on the S. S. Sigrun with some interest. No... more than some. Knowing all but Mikoto were on the derelict ship had given him a focus for the dregs of a "clan" defying fate by existing out here, on this ship in space. Not only that, but there was the nine-tails to think of, and almost more intruigingly, the former container. It was amusing, in a certain light, to realize the kind of family Kushina and Naruto had been building. Minato would have been proud, probably. Minato wasn't here. He never had been, if current records were accurate.
Regarding the chessboard, Madara considered his next move. Nagato was here. A traitor, and for someone -- something -- like hope. He was foolish, worthless in his own way, but... but also one who could control the binding statue. He moved the rook forward, fingers lingering on it after moving it to its new position. There were other ways.
Surrounded by the 'artistry' of illusions and actual plants meant to mimic an outdoor environment, Madara didn't cut much of an imposing figure. A shorter, shrunken old man playing a game of chess against himself. Thinking about things literally thousands of lightyears away... and deciding on what it was he wanted to do. Once he introduced himself.
He moved a pawn forward, lips twitching up the smallest increment at the corners.
"Your move."
What: Madara is currently looking like some unassuming old dude playing chess... really badly. But he seems content! And like he's playing against an invisible partner. Oh, old people.
When: Saturday, March 26th, All Day
Where: One of the parks.
Warnings: ... Madara?
Notes: Madara looks like a fairly generic old (think 70+) man, probably Asian in origin, for the moment. It's a genjutsu, so his hair looks a little more silvered and his eyes are a very unremarkable black.
He'd been following the events on the S. S. Sigrun with some interest. No... more than some. Knowing all but Mikoto were on the derelict ship had given him a focus for the dregs of a "clan" defying fate by existing out here, on this ship in space. Not only that, but there was the nine-tails to think of, and almost more intruigingly, the former container. It was amusing, in a certain light, to realize the kind of family Kushina and Naruto had been building. Minato would have been proud, probably. Minato wasn't here. He never had been, if current records were accurate.
Regarding the chessboard, Madara considered his next move. Nagato was here. A traitor, and for someone -- something -- like hope. He was foolish, worthless in his own way, but... but also one who could control the binding statue. He moved the rook forward, fingers lingering on it after moving it to its new position. There were other ways.
Surrounded by the 'artistry' of illusions and actual plants meant to mimic an outdoor environment, Madara didn't cut much of an imposing figure. A shorter, shrunken old man playing a game of chess against himself. Thinking about things literally thousands of lightyears away... and deciding on what it was he wanted to do. Once he introduced himself.
He moved a pawn forward, lips twitching up the smallest increment at the corners.
"Your move."