Uchiha Sasuke (
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Who: Uchiha Buttface Sasuke and the kindly crew of the Charming Murderess
Where: Deck of the Charming Murderess
When: November 19th
What: A really grumpy ninja getting dumped via Nav onto the unsuspecting deck of completely innocent pirates.
Warnings: Rudeness. Definitely rudeness.
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Status: Open to all crew members!
As if it weren't humiliating enough to have been forced to make a run from the unexpected number of whatever the armed forces had been (not shinobi by their movements, but trained enough), he'd been roundly lambasted for a fool by the woman whose shop he'd ended up ducking into to avoid the searchers -- but if what the girl who had called herself a 'Precure' was right, then not everyone in this world was a construction of genjutsu. It was perhaps less that Sasuke was inclined to spare lives, though it was certainly a waste of a chakra reserve that continued to deplete more rapidly than was normal, and more that there was a possibility of useful information from a real person than a piece of the illusion.
If it weren't an illusion, as the shopkeeper had insisted ... that was an idea he had no time to contemplate before he'd found himself unceremoniously shoved into something she called a 'Nav' and, in the next moment, stumbling into a completely different place altogether.
There had been no reverse-summons seal that he'd seen, no exchange of blood for a kuchiyose, just a moment of being in the dim light of the shop and then sunlight full in his eyes, forcing him to roll into a defensive crouch before he'd even fully processed his location on ... the deck of a ship?
Depleted as it was, his chakra flared in alarm at the realisation that not only was he at sea, but he wasn't alone.
Where: Deck of the Charming Murderess
When: November 19th
What: A really grumpy ninja getting dumped via Nav onto the unsuspecting deck of completely innocent pirates.
Warnings: Rudeness. Definitely rudeness.
Style: Any!
Status: Open to all crew members!
As if it weren't humiliating enough to have been forced to make a run from the unexpected number of whatever the armed forces had been (not shinobi by their movements, but trained enough), he'd been roundly lambasted for a fool by the woman whose shop he'd ended up ducking into to avoid the searchers -- but if what the girl who had called herself a 'Precure' was right, then not everyone in this world was a construction of genjutsu. It was perhaps less that Sasuke was inclined to spare lives, though it was certainly a waste of a chakra reserve that continued to deplete more rapidly than was normal, and more that there was a possibility of useful information from a real person than a piece of the illusion.
If it weren't an illusion, as the shopkeeper had insisted ... that was an idea he had no time to contemplate before he'd found himself unceremoniously shoved into something she called a 'Nav' and, in the next moment, stumbling into a completely different place altogether.
There had been no reverse-summons seal that he'd seen, no exchange of blood for a kuchiyose, just a moment of being in the dim light of the shop and then sunlight full in his eyes, forcing him to roll into a defensive crouch before he'd even fully processed his location on ... the deck of a ship?
Depleted as it was, his chakra flared in alarm at the realisation that not only was he at sea, but he wasn't alone.
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More immediately noteworthy was the fact that she had left them behind even as she approached, perhaps covering her now that she had lowered her weapon.
"I did not expect to be boarding a vessel of any kind," he responded, choosing not to touch on lost and confused, however accurate they might be. "The only logical action was be prepared for attack."
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"I suppose now you will need a better understanding of this world and why we are here."
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"I have reason to believe that this might all be an advanced illusion technique," he said, tone flat. "But I've been told by others that they arrived here the same way I did, but accepted that this is reality. Is that the case with you?"
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"How do you understand that we've all arrived here, then?"
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The question was half-answered in the next moment by his own book, however, when he opened it to find that there was more writing in it than before. "How ... ?"
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"You communicate with others through this book?" He frowned at the page, recognizing the name of the very woman who had sent him here. "Why would people share information freely like this?"
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"How many are in this crew?" Perhaps there would be useful information to be found simply from those on board.
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"Were you all thrown on board by the woman at the shop?"
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"There was a situation on the island," he said, less interested in sharing details on his own arrival than clearing up the confusion of others'. "How did you find other people who weren't from here? I didn't think pirate ships advertised for crew."
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"Has nobody noticed exactly how the new groups are brought in, if they arrive so regularly?"
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Whether it was illusion or not, he didn't have the chakra to dispel it now. He would have to wait and see.
"Has nobody been able to leave this place yet?"
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