[ooc: will be playing as though he's not yet assigned to a faction for TDM threads, just to avoid confusion/retconning later!]
I. CLEAN UP
[On the path to atonement, sometimes chores are necessary.
Or: a tall, gloomy young man—wreathed all in black, from his collared traveling cloak to his short, feathery hair—is using a broom to sweep up glass from the street. At a glance, it doesn't look like he knows how to use a broom at all. The wooden handle is parallel with his body, tucked in against his throat as he drags the bristled end one-handed across the asphalt, scraping up sharp fragments with pitiful motions. Weak, half-completed swipes of the brush barely collect enough glass to make a difference. Yet he keeps at it diligently, uncomplaining. Are you willing to lend a hand? Please, this is going to take hours.
Much, much later, Sasuke is gifted a pair of amusement park tickets for his work by a representative of the Sutoku Alliance. He approaches the first person who passes on the street, a fellow Lost Soul, and thrusts the tickets out.]
It's not personal. [In case you thought he was being nice.] I don't have any use for them. I have no intention of visiting these 'parks' for entertainment, so it's better if they're taken by someone else. I won't need repayment. [God forbid he have fun after laboring away the better part of the afternoon.]
II. WHITE RABBIT
[Keen enough to recognize the trap before he's led into its jaws, Sasuke's sword is drawn as soon as he rounds that last corner and emerges onto the Sanzu's bank. His chakra feels no more than a thin, malnourished river—nothing compared to the deep ocean he's accustomed—but that doesn't prevent him from engaging the enemy. There's no better way to test the extent of his weakened abilities, after all. And to do it in service of eradicating a dangerous pest like this is just productive.
His attacks are quick, efficient, ruthless. There's no hesitation in severing youkai heads from shoulders, teeth white in those big red mouths, splattering the ground in demon blood. If someone else happens onto the scene, Sasuke will immediately leap between them and the isonade. He's breathless, stamina more easily depleted without chakra, but remains composed.]
—Unless you have combat experience, leave this place now. They'll try to pull you into the water if you allow them the opportunity, and they'll kill you that way. It's their terrain. Do you understand?
III. FUNERAL
[Sasuke hangs back from the procession, observing the exchange between clans (minus the police force, he notes). At a distance, he can gather information without being seen—and react calmly to the unfolding drama of the scene when the Daitengu makes their cackling reappearance.
In the chaos that follows, Sasuke leaps down into the street to find a straggler near its edge. A strong hand lands on the person's shoulder and splits them off from the flow of traffic, manhandling them away from the crowd. He's a little more rough than he should be, sorry. One strange purple eye gleams out from under the fringe of his hair; his voice is brusque, bossy.]
uchiha sasuke | naruto
I. CLEAN UP
[On the path to atonement, sometimes chores are necessary.
Or: a tall, gloomy young man—wreathed all in black, from his collared traveling cloak to his short, feathery hair—is using a broom to sweep up glass from the street. At a glance, it doesn't look like he knows how to use a broom at all. The wooden handle is parallel with his body, tucked in against his throat as he drags the bristled end one-handed across the asphalt, scraping up sharp fragments with pitiful motions. Weak, half-completed swipes of the brush barely collect enough glass to make a difference. Yet he keeps at it diligently, uncomplaining. Are you willing to lend a hand? Please, this is going to take hours.
Much, much later, Sasuke is gifted a pair of amusement park tickets for his work by a representative of the Sutoku Alliance. He approaches the first person who passes on the street, a fellow Lost Soul, and thrusts the tickets out.]
It's not personal. [In case you thought he was being nice.] I don't have any use for them. I have no intention of visiting these 'parks' for entertainment, so it's better if they're taken by someone else. I won't need repayment. [God forbid he have fun after laboring away the better part of the afternoon.]
II. WHITE RABBIT
[Keen enough to recognize the trap before he's led into its jaws, Sasuke's sword is drawn as soon as he rounds that last corner and emerges onto the Sanzu's bank. His chakra feels no more than a thin, malnourished river—nothing compared to the deep ocean he's accustomed—but that doesn't prevent him from engaging the enemy. There's no better way to test the extent of his weakened abilities, after all. And to do it in service of eradicating a dangerous pest like this is just productive.
His attacks are quick, efficient, ruthless. There's no hesitation in severing youkai heads from shoulders, teeth white in those big red mouths, splattering the ground in demon blood. If someone else happens onto the scene, Sasuke will immediately leap between them and the isonade. He's breathless, stamina more easily depleted without chakra, but remains composed.]
—Unless you have combat experience, leave this place now. They'll try to pull you into the water if you allow them the opportunity, and they'll kill you that way. It's their terrain. Do you understand?
III. FUNERAL
[Sasuke hangs back from the procession, observing the exchange between clans (minus the police force, he notes). At a distance, he can gather information without being seen—and react calmly to the unfolding drama of the scene when the Daitengu makes their cackling reappearance.
In the chaos that follows, Sasuke leaps down into the street to find a straggler near its edge. A strong hand lands on the person's shoulder and splits them off from the flow of traffic, manhandling them away from the crowd. He's a little more rough than he should be, sorry. One strange purple eye gleams out from under the fringe of his hair; his voice is brusque, bossy.]
Tell me what happened here.