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yourhatred) wrote2010-12-26 11:10 pm
yourhatred) wrote2010-12-26 11:10 pm
eleven crows (朱) action/voice - forward dated to morning
[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 light snowfall, while the ninja has a dusting of flakes in his hair.
He speaks to the journal only after a while.]
...Where do the birds go, I wonder? Once the air chills. Can they get beyond the barrier to places we cannot?
He speaks to the journal only after a while.]
...Where do the birds go, I wonder? Once the air chills. Can they get beyond the barrier to places we cannot?
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Given you're talking to the journal with a question, he figures you won't mind some conversation. However it's only after you have visibly taken note of him will he speak.
He misses the screech of gulls so.]
... I don't know. Perhaps they can get by the barrier - it does seem to be selectively permeable to certain things like water. But there's no way to tell for certain.
[Glancing at the emboldened squirrels.]
Now them. I know where some of those cheeky fellows have been hiding.
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Normally he wouldn't seek conversation, reclusive for good reason, but here there's little reason to keep himself from others. He also needs to know as much about this place and its inhabitants as he can.
The ninja holds the bag out in offering.] They're very resourceful creatures.
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[No problem with that. He had laughed when he discovered the culprit. He had thought there was rats. Both carry disease, but rats are worse as any sailor knows.
And squirrels are just damn cute.]
Thank you.
[Taking a handful of birdseed and sprinkling it across the snow for the tiny little birds. Are they sparrows, or wrens, or finches, or something else? He supposes it really doesn't matter. The way they hop across the snow is delightful, as how they bob and dart in for the seed. Simple pleasures and it makes him smile.]
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[Then again, he didn't keep much in his apartment that would be worth their time. Aside from the occasional bit of tea, his food generally stayed in the kitchen. He hadn't seen any signs of squirrel activity there, neatly kept as he left it, but he might have to check in the near future.]
Are you much of an animal lover?
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[No food in his apartment either, except for the odd cup of coffee or tea. But he likes his rooms warm. Perhaps that was why it was so attractive to his little houseguest.]
I am.
[Likes them more than people some days. They don't judge.]
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The animals here must fascinate you, then. Some of them seem a little more intelligent than others.
[Not quite in the same manner as the creatures summoning pacts were made with, but they were definitely different.]
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This is the cruelest sort of purgatory. Because there is hope at the end of it all.]
They're amazing. ... certainly not what I was expecting when I first heard of them.
... and yes... they do. Makes you think.
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[He bends down, seeds still in one hand, and holds it out until one of the more bolder of the birds alights on one of his fingers in order to get at them.]
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Turns that over in his mind...]
... if they do, I imagine they would have a lot to say. Like the spirits here, they're privy to most everything...
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[He stands again, and the bird remains on his hand. He can tell from the weight and shape of the claws that it's not the sort he usually works with, but it matters little.]
I wonder if they have a preference.
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A good one indeed.
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[The bird hops a bit further into Itachi's hand, searching for any seeds it might have missed. In another instant, the ninja's fingers have closed around it, though gently. It struggles but fails to free itself.]
Perhaps they can be tagged.
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[The distressed cheeps are like gunshots against the still air. The other birds scatter and flap away to safety, and Law turns ever so slightly to look fully at the ninja and his caged bird.]
Possibly, if the trace is small enough. What would you plan to use?
[That's a very distressed bird there, sir. What do you plan to do?]
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He'd need more than just the one bird if he wanted to tag them anyway. It was something to think about.]
Conventional means may be possible, and if they are removed by the Malnosso we'd know, but then they'd also realize we were trying to keep track of them.
...Then again, there may be very little about us they don't know already.
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It doesn't feel good. It rarely does.]
That is true. There is also the matter of gathering the materials in the first place, as well as tagging a suitable number for a study... but...
... but, the villagers tend to be very free with the secrets they share over the journals already, and the Malnosso seem to have the power of mad godlings. They might have more reliable methods of gathering information, other than listening to the gossip from our feathered friends. So, yes, it's quite probable that if they don't know everything of importance about us, they know most. The type of gifts the Malnosso were giving out
at that statue support it. Some seemed incredibly personal.
[That bird is still terrorized, Itachi. It can taste the potential of where this can go, as can Law. What will you do, sir?]
But we know so very little in the end... nothing to draw any conclusions on...
[Will you let it go?]
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He opens his hand, careful not to damage any of the wing feathers. The bird flops a bit in his palm, having to take a moment to right itself, before flying off. His hand remains where it is a minute longer before he brushes it off on his pant leg.]
It's unfortunate. I'm used to being better able to gather intel.
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And that is when you are watchful, if you are a wise sailor. For there might be nothing there. Often times there's not. But sometimes comes the ice, and the gales, and the monstrous waves.
Law is calm, unruffled, and yes... watchful. Quietly so, as the bird flies off to the sky and out of sight.]
As am I.
[Looking down.]
... but answers will come in time. As long as one is patient enough to perservere.
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[Itachi might be blind, but he knows when careful eyes are on him. He turns his head in Law's direction, his irises turning red as the Sharingan takes over.
Getting a decent look at the other man isn't the main reason for this, though it's a bonus. The moment his eyes are met, the illusion will fall into place. It's a harmless genjutsu, but it's meant to trick the mind and the senses. Nothing will have visibly changed, but Itachi will leave. In his place, a duplicate remains with the same look and feel. The conversation can continue as normal, and he will be fully aware of it.
How often has he done this? In this instance, as opposed to others, he plans no attack.]
I don't believe we've yet exchanged names. I am Uchiha Itachi.
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[Something has changed. He can not tell what, but something has changed, and Law notes this, and notes he cannot feel that edge of threat in the air. Familar as he is with Devil Fruit powers, and tipped off by the man's suddenly red eyes (he noted their colour earlier and the way they did not respond to light - pupils never dilating - a blind man's eyes)... he knows something has changed here.
But what?
He could stretch out with his own abilities... get a feel for the space around him and what's in it... but doesn't. He meets this with the same level of watchful caution he gained when you first trapped that bird.
Didn't he tell you he loved animals?]
Trafalgar Law.
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Perhaps you've run across my brother.
[But he doubts it. The likeness would be obvious, but Sasuke doesn't go out of his way to speak with anyone he doesn't have to.]
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No. I'm afraid I haven't.
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...It's odd, the people they choose to bring here.
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[Glancing to the side.]
... I oftentimes wonder if that is the point, given some of the experiments they run here. That they want a random sampling of worlds and peoples for their tests.
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[He's not willing to believe that it's only by chance that the ninja who've arrived, save for himself, have all been from the same generation - the same group of rookies, no less. He might not not have been a direct part of that group, but it isn't as though he has no ties to it.]
It's rare to have someone arrive and not recognize others that appear from the same world.
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The Strawhat crew. Blackbeard. Those two marines that seem to be connected to Mister Strawhat in ways he does not yet comprend. Himself. All with ties going to one person.
He's noticed. Yes, Itachi, he's noticed.
But the village has such striking diversity as well, and that he notices too, and as a doctor considers. When you run studies, Itachi, experiments, do you know the criteria a careful research scientist would consider?
There is something that might account for both diversity and centralization. Do you see it yet?]
Mmm. Very true as well. Why do you think that is?
[The thoughtfulness hangs heavy here, even more so than careful watchfulness.
Law considers the criteria a careful research scientist would have. But given recent events... now he examines the problem through the eyes of a general.]
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