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Oct. 14th, 2031 12:11 am
⋙ Name: Sasuke Uchiha
⋙ Canon: Naruto
⋙ Age: 13
⋙ Canon Point: Part 1, after the chunin exams. Happy to play him from any point in the Naruto timeline, though!
⋙ Game:
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avalononline⋙ Backtagging: Sure! RL can make things slow sometimes, so I'm happy to backtag as long as things are still fun for both of us.
⋙ Threadhopping: For text/network-style stuff, go right ahead. Ask for anything else.
⋙ Romance: Sure, as long as the other character is in the same age range. It'll take a lot of buildup, though.
⋙ Mindreading: Go wild!
⋙ Manipulation: Non-magical manipulation can be attempted any time. Anything to do with abilities is also fine, lets just plot first.
⋙ Fighting: Sure thing!
⋙ Injuring: I'm fine with Sasuke getting injured, but we should hash out the details first.
⋙ Killing: Probably fine with it, but will definitely require plotting first.
⋙ Name: Moss
⋙ Discord: Moss#9499
⋙ Plurk:
[ He doesn't know where the rest of the group went. Normally, it wouldn't bother him much. He's in unfamiliar woods, yes, but not lost in the traditional sense. He knows how to track. Finding civilization is a simple matter of following the group's tracks through the woods. Besides, being alone suits him just fine, and it's not like he's on a mission, where the safety of his team also needs to be taken into consideration.
This is hardly a normal situation, though. He's trekking through a new world, low on weapons, and unable to use even the most basic ninjutsu. And the forest...something about it sets him on edge. He feels like he's being watched. Maybe even hunted.
Damn it.
His suspicions are realized when laughter rattles around in his mind and a deep, unsettling voice sing-songs from the shadows, close enough that the hair on the back of his neck stands on edge. Sasuke scans his surroundings, searching the quickly darkening forest for the source of the sound. He doesn't see anything yet, but he knows better than anyone that doesn't mean a damn thing.
Tense, at the ready but not yet in a battle stance, Sasuke pulls the demon wind shuriken free from his belt. With a flick of his wrist, the blades slide open and click into place. ]
Show yourself.
[ The moment he issues the command is the moment the thing appears. He has barely enough time to roll out of the way before the flail is slamming into the ground where Sasuke used to be. He pivots, trying to put some distance between him and the fae so he can get an attack in. If only he had some wire. ]
This is hardly a normal situation, though. He's trekking through a new world, low on weapons, and unable to use even the most basic ninjutsu. And the forest...something about it sets him on edge. He feels like he's being watched. Maybe even hunted.
Damn it.
His suspicions are realized when laughter rattles around in his mind and a deep, unsettling voice sing-songs from the shadows, close enough that the hair on the back of his neck stands on edge. Sasuke scans his surroundings, searching the quickly darkening forest for the source of the sound. He doesn't see anything yet, but he knows better than anyone that doesn't mean a damn thing.
Tense, at the ready but not yet in a battle stance, Sasuke pulls the demon wind shuriken free from his belt. With a flick of his wrist, the blades slide open and click into place. ]
Show yourself.
[ The moment he issues the command is the moment the thing appears. He has barely enough time to roll out of the way before the flail is slamming into the ground where Sasuke used to be. He pivots, trying to put some distance between him and the fae so he can get an attack in. If only he had some wire. ]
[ Annoyed. He's been incredibly, incurably annoyed since the moment he was fished out of that lake, and the feeling has only worsened with time. First it was realizing he was stuck here. Then it was being herded with a bunch of strangers towards a place called Camelot. The final straw, though? What really got his blood boiling? Was realizing just how powerless he is in this new world.
Okay, so he's not completely powerless. There's the "magic" this place decided to grace him with, but that's about as useless as he's feeling right now. He no longer has the sharingan, can't use ninjutsu, and has access to limited weaponry. Which leaves him with nothing but his newfound healing magic. And just what the hell is he supposed to do with that, huh?
Sasuke trudges back to his makeshift campsite on the outskirts of the city, drenched. He's been trying to find a loophole to this 'no chakra' thing for days. Ninjutsu had obviously been a bust, so he decided to go back to basics. Tree climbing nearly led to a broken arm, so today he had opted for something less...potentially harmful: water walking.
It went about as well as could be expected.
Sopping wet, tired, and frustrated, Sasuke surveys his meager belongings as he plops down by the remains of a small campfire. A too-big cloak (why the hell do they think it's his?), a few weapons (including a really long chokuto?), and his Konoha headband, which had somehow been scratched in transit.
He sighs. ]
Damn it. This is getting me nowhere.
Okay, so he's not completely powerless. There's the "magic" this place decided to grace him with, but that's about as useless as he's feeling right now. He no longer has the sharingan, can't use ninjutsu, and has access to limited weaponry. Which leaves him with nothing but his newfound healing magic. And just what the hell is he supposed to do with that, huh?
Sasuke trudges back to his makeshift campsite on the outskirts of the city, drenched. He's been trying to find a loophole to this 'no chakra' thing for days. Ninjutsu had obviously been a bust, so he decided to go back to basics. Tree climbing nearly led to a broken arm, so today he had opted for something less...potentially harmful: water walking.
It went about as well as could be expected.
Sopping wet, tired, and frustrated, Sasuke surveys his meager belongings as he plops down by the remains of a small campfire. A too-big cloak (why the hell do they think it's his?), a few weapons (including a really long chokuto?), and his Konoha headband, which had somehow been scratched in transit.
He sighs. ]
Damn it. This is getting me nowhere.
