LOG; ONGOING; CLOSED
When; Sunday, July 12, late morning.
Rating; R; for violence!
Characters; Gaara (sandmullet) & Kankurou (smacktalker)
Summary; Gaara arrives cursed like the rest of the crew of speshul (ed). Ninja-ing around the network, he finds evidence of his missing-nin brother. It's easier to track someone in the City, kids! WARNING: ASH AND I HAVE MUTUALLY DECLARED a dmsalkd re: fight logs, making us the worst players of shounen kids ever. So timing will jump around 8). Suck it.
Log;
It had been years since Gaara had walked on the city pavement, a constant ticking reverberating in his skull. There was more room for it now, but it didn't make it less irritating. It had been years, but he plucked at the memory easily enough as it came, remembered certain intricacies, the over reliance on the network and that, consequently, it would be the best place to find information.
The date on recent posts told him it had only been a few months since he had left. Almost eleven years had passed, and in their passing added new depth to his much-blackened eyes. If he thought about it, it was jarring, and so he did not over think it. He prioritized locating any and all allies via network, while sending out a sand eye. It should have been an indication of something, that the others were older. The other posts on the network.
But it was new again, and jarring, and a voice he hadn't heard for six years laughed in response to Nara Shikamaru.
It took him some time. But Gaara found him, and blood or sand roared in his ears as he sped to the location. Common sense: attack first, remain always on the offensive, give the enemy no opportunity. His brother was the enemy. He had chosen that the minute he left the village, and his hitai-ite behind. So when his feet hit the ground in a whirl of sand, Gaara did not hesitate to thrust out his arm and with it a rope of sand.
Rating; R; for violence!
Characters; Gaara (sandmullet) & Kankurou (smacktalker)
Summary; Gaara arrives cursed like the rest of the crew of speshul (ed). Ninja-ing around the network, he finds evidence of his missing-nin brother. It's easier to track someone in the City, kids! WARNING: ASH AND I HAVE MUTUALLY DECLARED a dmsalkd re: fight logs, making us the worst players of shounen kids ever. So timing will jump around 8). Suck it.
Log;
It had been years since Gaara had walked on the city pavement, a constant ticking reverberating in his skull. There was more room for it now, but it didn't make it less irritating. It had been years, but he plucked at the memory easily enough as it came, remembered certain intricacies, the over reliance on the network and that, consequently, it would be the best place to find information.
The date on recent posts told him it had only been a few months since he had left. Almost eleven years had passed, and in their passing added new depth to his much-blackened eyes. If he thought about it, it was jarring, and so he did not over think it. He prioritized locating any and all allies via network, while sending out a sand eye. It should have been an indication of something, that the others were older. The other posts on the network.
But it was new again, and jarring, and a voice he hadn't heard for six years laughed in response to Nara Shikamaru.
It took him some time. But Gaara found him, and blood or sand roared in his ears as he sped to the location. Common sense: attack first, remain always on the offensive, give the enemy no opportunity. His brother was the enemy. He had chosen that the minute he left the village, and his hitai-ite behind. So when his feet hit the ground in a whirl of sand, Gaara did not hesitate to thrust out his arm and with it a rope of sand.