[Filtered from Stewards]

Well, it looks like we have some idea what these freaks are up to, and that sure as hell doesn't look like home to me ( Read more... )

Ha. I can't believe people expect us to fall for this bullshit. "Benevolence and justice" my ass.

( Locked to Konoha-nin and allies )

The law of weather-garment proportionality: The temperature is inversely proportional to the amount of clothing worn.

In plainer language -- Hot weather means lots of scantily-clad young women out there! :D :D :D

Oh, I think I like this a lot!

If my hair weren't so damned useful, I would have cut it short decades ago.

The City's burning ( Read more... )

Dear City: aren't red-letter days supposed to be a little more... well... metaphorical?

And what's the P supposed to mean anyhow? Playtime? Pen? Peeping? Publishers? (I still need one of those here!)

Well hello there, writer's block. Been a while since I've run into youNot, of course, that it really matters, given that there seem to be no publishers in this place. So all I'd be doing would be stocking up pages of manuscript anyway, and since getting home seems pretty damned questionable, that'd be useless ( Read more... )

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME~E~E~E~E!

*a preteen boy with spiky, though short, white hair and small red stripes coming from his eyes is running along the rooftops*

OI, NO-BOOBS! SNAKE-FACE! WHERE ARE YOU TWO?! SARUTOBI-SENSEI!

[ooc: Jiraiya is currently 12. And yes, it is his birthday. :3 When it rains, it pours! Feel free to poke him ( Read more... )

[Jiraiya wakes up in the main square, sitting off to the side with his back against a wall. His first action is to press both hands against his chest, making sure that it is in fact closed, all organs and rib cages where they belong. Then his hands. They're fine too. No severe acid burns on his right hand anymore. He heaves a deep sigh of ( Read more... )

*a sound of harsh panting ( Read more... )