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I was born of the womb of a poisonous spell.

Mar 15, 2010 14:06

Who: Madara and OPEN to anyone.
When: Monday.
Where: The biodome.
Summary: Madara's up to something. You know that, don't you.
Rating: PG?
Warnings: None? No, seriously, he won't kill you for chatting with him.

( Beaten and broken and chased from the lair. But I rise up above it, high up above it and see, I was hung from the tree made of tongues of the weak. The branches were bones of liars and thieves. )

yoshiya "joshua" kiryu, shelke rui, uchiha izuna, tsubaki nakatsukasa, open, nara shikamaru, uchiha madara, yosuke hanamura

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demonswordmode March 15 2010, 21:20:46 UTC

Going into the biodome was turning into a bit of a gamble. Tsubaki had already seen Yosuke, and now she had spotted the other one of her supposed friends that had fallen to madness. It was hard to put his face to those actions, when he looked so calm. Her friends had all said that no one was truly lost until they went full Kishin.

It was the same as when she'd seen Yosuke. She wanted to know why. What had happened? How far had he gone into insanity?

Tentative, as though intruding on something, she eased closer to the older man. "I didn't know you studied herbs."

forefather March 15 2010, 21:29:43 UTC

He heard Tsubaki's approach but didn't stop his work. Madara gave her a glance and a smile in greeting before returning his eye to the bowl, his left hand sprinkling a pinch of some crushed leaf. "I've had a lot of time to study a lot of things," he replied. "When a man lives alone in the woods for several decades, he picks up a few things about plants."

His lips twitched as he caught himself on the verge of launching into a ramble about wild herbs. "You're not really interested in hearing about my wilderness survival studies, are you."

demonswordmode March 16 2010, 00:04:44 UTC

"Well, I am a bit curious now. I didn't think you looked old enough for-- ah, can we say I didn't say that?"

Just when things couldn't possibly get anymore awkward, she had to say something like that. Tsubaki sighed and stepped a bit closer, curious about what he was doing and feeling a bit less like she was intruding now.

"But you're right. I did want to talk to you about other things, but maybe later we can talk about wilderness survival?"

forefather March 16 2010, 00:11:12 UTC

Madara snorted. "Appearances can be deceiving, isn't that right, Tsubaki? If I looked my age, I'd be a dried up skeleton with cobwebs across my ribcage. Thank goodness for life's little illusions."

He picked up a tiny pink flower and tore the petals off, scattering them over the top of his sickly goop. A stark contrast. "So, what's on your mind, my dear? I think I can guess, but let's hear it."

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nihonjika March 15 2010, 21:31:15 UTC

Some time during his grinding and sniffing, a small rustle worked its way through a nearby patch of foliage. The noises persisted for a few moments before the culprit revealed itself... or rather, himself. A still-growing deer (a fawn really, but with his spots long shed) poked his head out from the bushes, blinking owlishly at the man by the water. He was alert and cautious, as any animal of his species would be expected to be, but not afraid. He had no reason to be. Not yet. This was the best place to get water, after all, and this man didn't feel like a threat.

This did mean that Shikamaru was nearby, of course. Within the biodome, but not close enough to realize just who his four-legged companion was considering associating with.

forefather March 15 2010, 21:37:46 UTC

"Hm?" Madara glanced over and blinked. The sight of an animal was incredibly rare in this place, and even knowing of the existence of the deer, he was a bit surprised to see it. But it made him smile. "Oh, I hope you're not hoping for a snack, little deer," he chided as if speaking to a small child. "These are no good for you."

nihonjika March 15 2010, 22:40:12 UTC

Hana tilted his head, ears perking at the sound of this new person's voice. A friendly voice, not at all like the ones he'd come to be wary of in the past. Not like Sebastian and his tangible demon aura, or Horo and her growling and snarling.

And so he stopped forward, bolder than any animal would've been without the exposure to the facility that he had, and lowered his head to drink from the pool. There were always people around. There was no avoiding them, and so he'd grown used to the constant company.

forefather March 15 2010, 22:47:51 UTC

Madara leaned forward to make sure he hadn't dropped anything hazardous into the water, but no. He'd been careful not to waste his ingredients or make a mess. His feet made a little splash as he changed positions, looking at the deer again. "You're a gorgeous thing, aren't you," he cooed. "How does he manage to raise you up so well in a place like this? Those Nara. They're miracle workers sometimes."

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god_of_the_game March 15 2010, 21:31:37 UTC

It was boredom alone that led Joshua in restless circles around the Facility. The Secret Reports' contents had been memorized, tucked away into the back of the Composer's mind. Now, his thoughts circled those notes, the mural in his room, his relationship with his Proxy, and one other thing.

Shockingly, the image of the Angels' plane was at the forefront of his mind. He kept coming back to it. Seeing, and feeling, that unity that was so beautiful. The Higher-Ups deserved what they'd earned; it was truly a form of Heaven, in the most literal sense, and a part of Joshua cried for it. There were no words to express how much he wanted to join the ranks of the Angels. None.

These thoughts were quieted by the familiar sight of Madara, and Joshua approached him, perhaps a little too bold for his own good. Madara was sitting where Joshua usually sat, anyway; the waterfall was a little taste of home. He stood beside the man that sat there, and nodded his head once in greeting before looking towards the waterfall again.

"Madara."

forefather March 15 2010, 21:43:37 UTC

"That's me," Madara replied in a quiet sing-song, followed by a light sigh. This was just what he had been hoping to avoid, or so he assumed. Someone coming to lecture him or tell him to pick his ass up and move somewhere less offensive. Maybe more questions of how could you do that which he could answer with the same explanation he'd been giving since reset.

Oh well. He continued grinding his herbs.

god_of_the_game March 15 2010, 21:47:55 UTC

Joshua giggled softly. He could guess what was going on in Madara's head, quite easily. He wasn't here to pick on Madara, in any way; rather, the last time he'd seen the man, he'd been in desperate need of medical attention. Joshua was glad to see he was alright, despite the circumstances.

No lectures from him. He let himself drop, balancing on his toes and wrapping his arms around his legs. Joshua watched Madara's actions carefully. Curiously. He expected Madara to point out the obvious with this question, but elaborations weren't an issue for him.

"Whatcha doing?"

forefather March 15 2010, 21:59:20 UTC

"Doing my nails," Madara replied sarcastically, quoting the observations which had been reported about his and Hashirama's activities. And Joshua could draw his own conclusions about that, given that he was obviously making poison from Hashirama's plant collection. He gingerly picked up a thorny twig and dropped it into his soupy mix. The smell of it was sharp and dangerous.

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you knew this was coming 8| visionofblood March 15 2010, 21:35:40 UTC

He waited for hours. Three, to be exact, three agonizingly nail-biting horrific hours while his vivid imagination filled in the blanks of what his brother might be going through. What would they do to him, this time, for his offenses..? Would they tear him limb from limb, rip off his skin, steal his organs, sever his head? Would they burn him alive or drown him? These were the things that ached and dug at him late at night, and on mornings like this where he bit his lips and waited for Madara's enemies to come and snatch him away again ( ... )

OF COURSE. forefather March 15 2010, 21:51:28 UTC

Madara breathed an exasperated little sigh as he sensed Izuna's approach. Of course Izuna wouldn't listen to him. Why should he? He'd already made very clear what he thought of Madara's treatment of him. And what could Madara say in his own defense? Izuna was correct. Madara viewed him as a weak and precious thing that needed protecting, a treasure he possessed rather than a partner who should stand beside him.

Madara cleared the spot beside him, laying the flowers on his lap with the rest. "You may," he replied distantly, and returned to working on his poison.

teehee visionofblood March 15 2010, 23:14:17 UTC

He crept down next to his brother and slid his feet down into the water, toes wiggling in the light current. He sniffed the air again when somatic memory finally clicked. Poison ... it's familiar and soothing, and he doesn't stop to wonder why. His fingers tangle in his lap, face bowing in thought. He's quiet for awhile as the artificial sun beats down and warms his shoulders ( ... )

forefather March 16 2010, 00:02:40 UTC

Madara was silent for a while after Izuna spoke. The only sound was the soft clack clack of stone against stone, rolling paste around in his mortar. Eventually, his hand slowed to a stop and he sighed again.

"You've been seeing yourself as a burden to me," he uttered, gazing down at the water. "But you aren't. That's not what you are. You're my weakness. And everyone in this damn place knows it. And I am so afraid, Izuna. I'm afraid of the day they take advantage of it. How many times can I be responsible for your death? The very idea drives me mad."

He set the bowl aside carefully and turned to face his brother. "That's why I have to make them believe that I've changed. Somehow. And it means lying down and letting them do whatever they want to me, until all of their bloodlust is satiated. And I don't want you caught in the middle of that, because if you were... it'd be for nothing. And none of that has to do with your ability or lack of. It's my weakness, Izuna. Mine."

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synapticnetdive March 16 2010, 01:17:24 UTC

Shelke still didn't know quite why she gravitated to the biodome like she did. She knew it was fake, and yet, the plants gave it a fresh air feeling to it, something that she'd been deprived of for several years... and still sought after being in the facility for several months.

She'd never truly met Madara, but his reputation was well-known to her. So when she saw him sitting so calmly in such a peaceful scene making some sort of paste out of plants, she was mildly perplexed. She was inevitably walking in his direction, but when her mako-enhanced senses caught a drift of that poison, she firmly stopped and continued to watch from a distance.

Curious, but cautious.

forefather March 16 2010, 02:17:37 UTC

Madara tilted his head curiously as he felt the approach of someone unfamiliar. He turned to look at the girl with his good eye, smiled his least threatening smile, and raised his hand in a slight wave. Whether she wanted to stay or move on didn't concern him. He turned back to his work a moment later, pounding the pestle against the bottom of the bowl. Clack clack clack.

God, he is as creepy as all hell, and yet... synapticnetdive March 18 2010, 00:38:51 UTC

Shelke responded to the wave with little more than a nod. Hm. He didn't seem particularly threatening, or insane at the moment. Curiosity gets the better of her as, after a few moments of consideration, she walked closer to Madara. She stopped just in front of the water, and, although now closer to the Uchiha, she still kept some distance between them.

Her nose twitched at the rancid smell of the poison and she repressed her urge to cough. Whatever he was making, it was certainly potent. Why he was making it? Shelke doubted he would tell. She doubted, also, that it would have anything to do with her, or the people she associated with. So, it wasn't her concern, in that aspect.

"Perhaps you should give that to the scientists," she suggested in a flat tone that was all too serious, even though she was half-joking.

Nonsense, he is a harmless old man. forefather March 18 2010, 01:21:28 UTC

"But then what would I eat for dinner?" Madara quipped back, lips quirking into a playful little grin. He brought his nose over the bowl and inhaled deeply. "MMMMMM mmm, my favorite: dried yak vomit paste."

His nose twitched, then he raised his arm quickly and sneezed into his sleeve. "--Yeck, powder in my nose. Oh it's awful..!" He put the bowl down and sneezed again. And once more. Then gulped in a lungful of fresh air.

"Ahh, forgive me. I should know better, but I never learn."

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