[Well, this is something of a change. As the video cuts on, it offers a view of one Uchiha Sasuke. Or well, what mostly looks like Uchiha Sasuke - same dark hair, same pale skin - seated on a rather opulent looking throne. High back, red velvet wrapped over dark wood. He's got one leg over the other, an elbow placed on one arm with chin cupped in ( Read more... )

[For a long moment, there's nothing more than a static sort of hum that cuts sharp and hard against the device. The wind, one might guess, and from it, deduce that the owner is either on the move or up high. Whichever it is, it's difficult to tell from Sasuke's voice ( Read more... )

[The scene the greets the device is one of a battle recently over. From its vantage point, Uchiha Sasuke sits to the side, deftly unwrapping a roll of gauze around one hand, a litter of bloodied pads crumpled at his feet. A little ways off, there the figure of a doll pinned to the floor, kunai having struck true to the center of its body. If one's ( Read more... )

A carnival, is it?

[A question posed before the image actually flickers to life. Perhaps meant only to be heard by himself, as the scene shows the shinobi studying one of the posters plastered where red tape had once been. He seems almost. . disinterested in the idea, his expression flawless in his calm, his eyes that blankout black, keeping all ( Read more... )

[If it wasn't for the push and pull at the windows, one could say the scene was almost quiet. The video feed itself shakes as Sasuke seats himself on the couch, setting the device aside on the cushion next to him. His head cranes back, sets against the wall, and his eyes shut. All movements measured and unhindered by the panic and misery that seems ( Read more... )

[There's nothing but the static sound of a body moving, clothes rustling with a touch of agitation in the mix, for several long moments. Then, all falls silent, a deadened calm that's cut through with a sharp click of the tongue.]

Tch. . .

[Another pause, heavier. And when next those words come, it's a miserable sort of anger soaking through, ( Read more... )

The food now, is it?

Butterfly, I'm heading out.

[Fine morning, one could say, if only because it meant the night was over. But relief doesn't seem to come to everyone with a simple flash of sun, but like all mostly averted disasters, there's still something of an aftermath. And today, in comes in the form of one Uchiha Sasuke stripped bare ( Read more... )

Was that the 'penalty' then?

[Looks like someone figured out the device left for him.

There's little background noise. Rather, that heavy dead sort of quiet, thick with things to come. It lasts for several long seconds before his voice cuts over the phone. A carefully measured cold and commanding, with the faintest touch of irritation.]

Who is in charge here?