[incomplete]Saving Chef Aaron

[faroresson]

Who: Itachi, Aaron, Link (Navi by proxy), Konan, Nabooru and Matt. Open to others!
Where: Aaron's Shack
When: Only an hour or so after this post.
Summary: Itachi's gone a bit wrong. Aaron's suffering. The lads (and lasses) aren't too chuffed with this.
Rating: Possibly delving into the realms of R?

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[origami_waltz]

Konan herself had no idea what a Garo was so simply nodded her head briefly.

"They are perhaps similar. Shinobi are elite fighters of stealth and speed." she added calmly, raising her hand, several pieces of paper separating from her very flesh, quickly folded into razor-sharp kunai.

"I will tell you now, in case that Itachi-san has control of his own powers, do not look him directly in the eye. He's fast and has control over his emotions." she raised her eyes, speaking in that same apathetic voice, eyes partially closed.

"Itachi will not stop unless dead, normally. If he feels enough conviction to fight, he will see it through until it is completed." She felt somewhat responsible somehow. He was her comrade, after all, and this dishonor was something she was positive Pein would not stand for.

[gamepatch]

A shinobi. Matt arched a brow at that. Just one more thing that had made the leap from video games to reality in World's Ends. And like the zombies, he was pretty sure that the real deal would be a little more challenging

[exalted_nabooru]

"Sort of like a Sheikah, then," the Gerudo muttered, dryly. Perhaps all that sparring against one would count for something. And if he had that curse of Wesker's, he'd be stronger, faster... Well, the prospect wasn't a pleasant one, but Nabooru revelled in a challenge. The smile didn't slip from her face, proud as ever, but there was a hard glint in her eyes, and her jaw was set.

She was nothing, if not determined. Link's spells were things she was well used to, and for once she didn't mouth off about it being so akin to cheating in her head. Falling into place with the group, she strode along side them, gaze flicking between the trees, through the shadows, her hand never straying far from her weapon.

(Editted because I shouldn't bloody type things when I'm still asleep)

[faroresson]

He debated whether or not breaking down the door was a good idea. On one hand, sneaking probably had its merits. On the other, Link was awful at sneaking, and to cement it, Itachi was probably expecting a rescue party anyway. There was a chance he could have seen Navi.

Might as well through caution to the winds. Or himself against the door.

That wasn't necessary, however. Itachi was waiting for them outside. Link didn't begin to wonder how he could stand being dressed in only so little at these sub-Zero temperatures. He drew his sword and held it at the ready.

"Aaron, now," he said, his voice calm and steady, "Get out of our way, Itachi."

[better_uchiha]

Enduring the drop in temperature was more simple than it seemed for Itachi in his present state. There was an incredible heat swimming inside of him, strong enough to stave off the frigid bite of the elements. Presenting himself bare foot to the snow also gave him a better feel of his surroundings. Where his eyes deceived him due to the world moving much slower around him, he could feel his way around.

Lack of excess clothing also meant less hindered movement, though, on the downside, it meant he had less physical protection, too.

When Link approached Itachi seemed unmovable and completely unwilling to comply. "I warned you not to come here," was all he told Link, his eyes normally red due to his Sharingan, now red and much more predatory looking due to the T-Virus.