[Unaffected by whatever spells of love have taken over most of Luceti's population, Itachi wanders the streets today with a thoughtful expression ( Read more... )

[Itachi doesn't get drunk, not in any way that shows, anyhow. He's the sort of stoic, no-nonsense individual who never appears to be affected by anything, even when he is ( Read more... )

[Today Itachi is around town. ...Or is he ( Read more... )

[Itachi is at the edge of the forest today, dressed warmly, with a small bag of birdseed in one hand. There aren't many birds around, given the weather, but there are a couple strays. There's also a couple squirrels, of course, who seem just as determined to get at what he's throwing out. The trees keep the animals mostly protected against the ( Read more... )

[Because there aren't enough of these already.

Itachi is watching the scene... well, in the only way Itachi can watch anything nowadays... from outside the 7th Heaven. This is generally his preferred vantage point ( Read more... )

[He can see. That's the first thing he realizes when he wakes up, staring at the ceiling. His eyesight isn't the best, still rather blurred, but it's there ( Read more... )

Itachi, dressed warmly, has started a small campfire to the side of community building two. There, one can find the ninja cooking... sweet potatoes? And slow roasted tomatoes ( Read more... )

[Forward-dated to tomorrow (the 30th)]

[The calm facade is easy to slip into after years of conditioning himself. Perhaps too easy. He hasn't slept or eaten much in the past few days, though he'll have to force himself to do both soon enough despite the influence of the hallucinations. The only outward signs that he might be having difficulty, ( Read more... )

[Despite the appearance of the newly created battledome, there's a small child training with kunai outside of the barracks this morning. He's drawn targets on sheets of paper and stuck them to the practice dummies. Each time he throws one, it strikes the center of a target with deadly precision ( Read more... )

((Bringing him back off hiatus and it's an oldie but goodie.))

[There's a small child, perhaps seven years old, wandering near the fountain in the middle of town and looking generally lost. His little black wings twitch agitatedly.]

Hello?

[He wants to call for his parents, but doesn't. If they were nearby they'd hear his voice. Even this ( Read more... )