Akasuna no Sasori

[The video feed begins with silence... and a very boring view of a wall across the way. After several moments of this there can be heard a rustling noise, and following that, the distinct, yet happy yelp of a dire wolf pup. No more than a second later the young wolf can be seen bounding in front of the camera, brown tail wagging and whipping back and forth, tongue hanging out. A strange brown nut is being batted back and forth between the wolf's paws, and is then picked up between sharp jaws.]

...Shishi, give that back. I did not mean to spit it -- no!

[The dire wolf leaps off screen and the sounds of leaves thrashing and more nuts flying can be heard. Several topple and roll in front of the camera. Following that, a very small looking... leafy... man... can be seen running away from the dire wolf across the screen. Vines are trailing out of his middle as he runs. If you listen closely enough, he can be heard cursing the gods. The transmission cuts off there.]

...I disappear for a few days and return to find my belongings rifled through and pilfered.

Tobi. Deidara. I hold the two of you responsible... Pray I don't find you before I calm down, as I don't feel very forgiving at the moment.

I would also like my direwolf returned to me. Immediately.

[Enter static and the low, grating sound of fingers crawling over rough stone. A gasp of pain, and something of a wet cough. The blank image on the screen flickers, and suddenly Sasori comes into view...]

Sh-she... wasn't hurt at all...

...someone...?

[He is lying upon his side, blood trailing down his chin, human eyes wide with shock and agony. Beyond his reaching hand one can make out the distinct blotchy redness at his middle. It appears he's been sliced open. This is not the Sasori that many are familiar with, clearly.]

A-ah--! Hu...rts...

[With a flicker, and a roll, the screen becomes fuzzy. Almost immediately after the transmission cuts out, the final thing being a very human, very pained groan from Sasori.]



[OOC: For anyone wondering, Sasori has become human! He doesn't remember his parents dying, or having ever taken a full interest in puppets beyond the chakra weaving capabilities. As far as he's concerned, he's a medic-nin working at a hospital in Sunagakure, and he's seen very little field work, but is renowned for his medical expertise. Nice guy, overall. And nearly dead now. Thanks a bunch, Sakura. ♥ Anyone that wants to find him so he doesn't die, just drop me an IM to bertarded or PM to this journal.]

It's certainly a fool's errand to kill someone when they will only revive again, don't you think?

I will make the culprit suffer a fate worth than death... and in regards to this, that is all I will say.

Moving along... it appears I am in need of a hooded cloak. Provide me with such, and in good condition, and you shall be rewarded greatly. I always keep my word, ask any of those that know me. You needn't worry about a betrayal of any kind.

( Private to Sakura//Unhackable )

( Private to Deidara//Unhackable )

( Private to Kurama//Unhackable )

{Video}

There is a loud clanking noise as the broadcast begins, like that of a camera being dropped or battered into in such a way that it was tossed, landing upon a hard surface. It skids to a stop, hissing against a stone floor. Strange, there is no blurred movement, and there are no shadows upon the screen, no figures... There is nothing but a visual wall of growling whiteout and static.

That deafening roar is soon followed by the echo of an unremitting wooden rattling. Although it seems as though the camera lens was damaged in the fall, the microphone picks up clearly everything else that is going on.

There is movement from several directions at once. Metal unsheathed, the whoosh of it loud as it cuts through thin air. A confident laugh - Sasori's - is unmistakable in the din of combat. He is self-possessed as always.

Several moments later the sound of a gunshot is heard.

A crash, wood splintering, something unquestionably wet splattering the ground near the microphone. A grinding noise, and then all of the wooden rattling ceases. One by one the sound of puppets falling, strings severed, the puppeteer no longer commanding their dance.

Something hits the recording device. The screen flickers... the static rolls upward, and then suddenly the scene comes into passing focus.

Sasori is lying upon the floor of his workshop surrounded by Hiruko and Sandaime Kazekage, both puppets collapsed, immobile, just as he is. A thick, bloody substance is leaking out of the seal in Sasori's chest where it appears he was shot, the cavity blown wide open.

His head lazily sways to the side, empty amber eyes rolling, spinning in that skull in full circle, before they focus on the camera, stationary. There is no life behind them. His mop of red hair is strewn about his face, much like the speckling of blood.

Upon his forehead there is a number carved.

11/21.

The transmission ends.

{/Video}

Aaron, it appears that Shishi requires more milk. Your dislike of me should not extend to my direwolf, correct? So would you be able to provide him with sustenance?

I would myself, but you have been here far longer than I, and you are more familiar with trusted food sources.

Also, I am curious... How is the pagoda?

( Private to Deidara//Unhackable )

( Private to Tobi//Unhackable )

( Private to Kurama//Unhackable )

Amazing, she is less trouble pint sized than she is full grown. Isn't the opposite usually the case where children are concerned?

Deidara, where the hell have you gotten off to, I wonder? Have you also shrunken? Now that I would like to see. It would also amuse me to no end to see Itachi put you in your place again... but the squabbles that would pursue would only grow tiresome more quickly a second time around, I would imagine.

That reminds me... When will this game of stunting and spurting growth finally end, or is that something I should be asking those so-called gods? I would really like to be able to get back down to business, so let's hurry it up... hm?

( Private to Kurama//Unhackable )

( Private to Self//Unhackable )

No...

No!

NO, NO, NO, NO!!!!

...give it back to me... I have done nothing to warrant this...

GIVE IT BACK!!

...What am I supposed to do with this?

Hiruko I am glad for, and Sandaime Kazekage is a delight to have back in my collection... but a dog? Surely there has been some kind of mistake.

Has anyone lost a scruffy looking pup? It's pelt is coarse and sandy hued, and it has amber eyes. It has somehow gotten into my home, and I would appreciate it being removed immediately, preferably before it sheds and drools all over everything.

Unfortunately it does not respond to Hey-you-get-off-my-cloak...

So, this is World's End, is it?

Once home to a conglomerate of sinners, and now merely a citywide jailhouse where those in charge care not if we repent, die, or do nothing. How pleasant.

Konan, your information will be useful. For your sake, I hope that you return to normal soon. The fish tail is... unbecoming.

And, seeing as how you are confined to your watery habitat, I am going to go explore on my own. I will need to find someplace to take shelter from the elements, after all.