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sirenspull2012-05-09 06:54 pm
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[ The video begins as terribly shaky, half of it covered by a curious shape that will, upon closer inspection, turn out to be somebody’s finger, followed by some clicking noises. Of course, what Hashirama is trying to do right now is use his NV – conveniently shaped like a pen – to write. ]
Tch. What good is a pen if it doesn’t write…
[ A few more clicks and the device rolls off, a view of the table taking over for a few moments, switching to a view of the ceiling, then the wall, back to the table, and this continues for a few moments. This is then followed by a loud crash, the feed still shaky as it finally focuses on a man, standing with his legs slightly apart, expression set in a slight frown, hands positioned like he is just about to pull a karate move of sorts. ]
I didn’t think you were the ordinary sort of pen. Then again, why would I be handed a pen in the afterlife...?
[ He is still inspecting that NV, gaze sweeping carefully over the device, unfamiliar with it because during his time there had been nothing so advanced in technology as what he was staring at right now. ]
…Or are you an exploding device?
[ He takes a step back, his hands forming a seal of sorts as he waits for the device to explode. He will be standing there in that position, suspicious as ever, until something happens. Or until someone decides to communicate. Whichever happens first. ]
Tch. What good is a pen if it doesn’t write…
[ A few more clicks and the device rolls off, a view of the table taking over for a few moments, switching to a view of the ceiling, then the wall, back to the table, and this continues for a few moments. This is then followed by a loud crash, the feed still shaky as it finally focuses on a man, standing with his legs slightly apart, expression set in a slight frown, hands positioned like he is just about to pull a karate move of sorts. ]
I didn’t think you were the ordinary sort of pen. Then again, why would I be handed a pen in the afterlife...?
[ He is still inspecting that NV, gaze sweeping carefully over the device, unfamiliar with it because during his time there had been nothing so advanced in technology as what he was staring at right now. ]
…Or are you an exploding device?
[ He takes a step back, his hands forming a seal of sorts as he waits for the device to explode. He will be standing there in that position, suspicious as ever, until something happens. Or until someone decides to communicate. Whichever happens first. ]
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...Magic?
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Or are you a only mad?
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And I was sane the last time I checked. But that was when I was alive.
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Then you are dead? Any cravings for brains? Human flesh?
Science. How does it work?
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I was. Dead, that is.
...No.. [ That no is very slow and pronounced, like he isn't sure what you're on about |: ] I prefer a vegetarian diet, if you were curious.
Just a means of channeling the natural energy within and without to create, manipulate, or destroy. It requires a significant amount of concentration.
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[And he's narrowing eyes and considering.] How does one do that? What is it typically used for?
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You may be surprised what can be of use in the afterlife. Though that is not where you are.
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This is not-- Where am I, then?
I distinctly remember dying...
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Mm. Such is not entirely uncommon here; the force that drew you to this place has also been known to revive the dead at times.
This is a city known as Siren's Port, in the realm of the living, though I would wager not the same realm of the living that you've come from.
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Siren's Port. I had seen the signs when I first arrived here.
So this is a city, in the realm of the living... [ He brings his hands down and relaxes enough to walk closer to the NV ] It isn't Konoha, that much is certain.
Is Siren's Port just a city, or is my presence here part of a larger plan I am unaware of?
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There is no plan, as far as anyone is aware, I am afraid. [And . . . just a city? That depends on what you're used to.]
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Then one must just... survive? [ He is going to look at you rather curiously now. Same question: Is it...just a city at all? ]
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[ voice ]
It won't explode.
[ voice ]
...Who is this?
[ He doesn't believe a talking 'pen', he'll still be cautious about a possible explosion. ]
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...Which is when he walks up to the device and fiddles with that brand spanking new technology, using a little bit of common sense to figure out how to turn off the video and change it to voice. ]
Now we're even.
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fjkds late tag, shoot >.<
no prob
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Explosive for words, liable to flood with information, potentially able to give away more than you wish, but no, unlikely to be explosive this early on.
Hashirama-sama.
[ Fuck.
This.
Noise. ]
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[ He will dip his head in a sort of half-bow, though. ]
Forgive me, but... [ Squint ] I don't recall...
[ Also, that noise. His ears. Have a frown and a sideways glance to where his window is. ]
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[ Not at his service. She doesn't offer that, finding it hard and cold within her to think this is the man -- this is the person who could have stopped Madara.
But he hadn't been here.
And so it is, as with many things, useless in the end. A relic of the past, long dead, who has already been what he needs to for his home. This? Was a stop in his existence. He should be thankful to know he lived well, only frozen for this moment in this place.
Outside his window, a dove flits by, walking in jerky movements. It coos. ]
html fail >.>
[ Hashirama was long dead. He doesn't expect it, either. This is not Konoha and he is not Hokage.
He was but merely the foundation for everything he helped build, fleshed out an ideal and a dream for the good of many, believed in his people enough to know that they will go on as strong as they would allow their hearts and conscience to believe it. That was his legacy. To give those he loved a reason to fight for, a reason to protect, a reason to be strong and stronger yet.
Had he known, it would have saddened him to think that they would still have wished for him to have been there, still have wanted a savior when all his life he had been trying to prove otherwise: that they were greater than just the one man.
He drew his strength from those around him, those with him. He would have been nothing without them.
Although he would have still done everything in his power to have stopped Madara a second time. But even that first time, there had been secrets... It was a chapter they had closed. Supposed to be closed...
He glances at the bird then, a smile on his lips. Somehow, he is glad that it is a dove and not a crow... ]
<3 it happens to us all
[ When long enough away from home -- when potentially never born there -- home isn't what gives you strength. Beaten down again and again by those with far greater power than you, all that remains is the spirit, and the will. Don't let them win. At any cost, retain yourself.
The dove coos again, pecking at crumbs that may exist on the sill.
At any cost, don't give in to what they want you to be. ]
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[ Home... Home could be many things, and yet nothing at all. A memory, a person, a feeling, a place, a fleeting moment, or a dream yet to be realized. A place in your heart, in your soul, in your spirit and all that becomes you; a splinter embedded so deep inside that to take it out would mean death. And there are many kinds of death. There is death in every breath you take, in every moment you live-- We are all slowly dying.
Even so, once the song has ended, the melody lingers on.
And for as long as you live, you know it's there. It's barely there, but it is. That invisible splinter, the roots that bind you, your purpose, your reason... You.
And speaking of home, her hair reminds him of the cherry blossoms that fells like pink snow every year in Konoha. It tugs the smile on his lips just a little more, and he carefully opens that window. The bird flies away obviously, but he hopes it would be back. For the crumbs at least.
He turns to face her again. ]
What is the last thing you remember about Konoha, Sakura?