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[ao_bakuhatsu]

[this place reeks of old blood, of old ancient secrets buried somewhere deep inside and never meant to be seen. those creatures - not quite monsters, for those are the ephemeral entities, the ones that will never die no matter what the method of execution is - are something important; living keys, perhaps? but there is no trace of them by day, they

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[strongfists]

[Poor guy's just walking by, minding his own business, when he hears a loud noise]

[Jumping, and immediately getting into battle mode while glancing up at you. But he's too far away to see you properly]

Who are you? Please show yourself!

[ao_bakuhatsu]

[another mouse - but this one is not just a mouse, is it? something in his mind categorizes this new toy as 'potential threat' and that alone puts him above the other mice. don't blink now-]

could be asking you the same thing, un.

[-you'll miss the beginning of the main act if you do.]

(smile [for the cameras] a crooked cruel little thing)

what's a mouse like you doing here, yeah?

[he thinks, vaguely, that another in the Akatsuki has encountered something similar before, another of the green things down below.]

[strongfists]

[He's slowly inching himself closer while still keeping an eye on the potential enemy]

[... Looks familiar. Not quite yet placing the look with anything yet though.]

I am not a mouse! And I was brought here.

[ao_bakuhatsu]

[such a loud toy; there is no art in it, this green thing-]

you sure about that?

(laughter)

awfully good at stating the obvious, hmm?

[-and now he remembers Kisame's story. Konoha. this little green mouse. he wonders, off-handedly, do they know to fear the red-on-black - red for blood, for fire, for art - yet? his cloak is an obvious thing in the sunlight.]

[blankalias]

Oi. What're ya doing?

[ao_bakuhatsu]

[who is this-]

making art, un.

[-the red one-eyed mouse?]

[blankalias]

Y'don't have ta blow things up though.

[ao_bakuhatsu]

(a vaguely maniacal grin)

don't you know that art's a bang?