023 -- [Accidental Post]

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[Earlier, when looking through his father’s book for the first time in several months, Shikamaru found some pictures he’d never seen before being used as bookmarks. It was… nostalgic, to say the least.

He finds another bookmark to replace them; puts the photos in a drawer to look at later. Because haha, he knows how this works, right? He leaves them out, and somehow his journal accidentally records it. Yeah. Hell no. He’s smarter than that and doesn’t leave his journal anywhere near them. On top of that, he takes it with him when he leaves to assist with a chakra training lesson. Crisis averted!

Guess what he sees when he opens up his journal two hours later.



Where’s the nearest wall. He needs to beat his head softly against it while he attempts to figure out how this happened. Feel free to action it up when he’s back at CH1 too, if you like.]

[ooc: original artwork from here]

Comments

[herotypical]

...Can we pretend I said something very suave and convincing instead?

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Want a do-over?

[herotypical]

Hmm. Maybe. Perhaps I can come up with something like...like how you should happily share this part of you with the people around you?

Nah. Too corny.

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Any cornier, and it'd be deep. There's a fine line there.

[herotypical]

And trust me to land on the wrong side every time.

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[He laughs.] Ah well. If anyone asks, I'll say it was especially sagacious.

[herotypical]

Thank you.

...Must be kind of a shock, finding something like that here.

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I'd say it takes more than that to surprise me, but... [He shrugs. All right, it kind of was.]

However, that I found them here has little to do with it.

[herotypical]

O-oh? Why's that? Don't get much from home? I suffer from that symptom, too...

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That's part of it. [There's a thoughtful pause before he snorts.] Tch. That's true, ain't it? Not a lot shows up here for you after you first arrive.

[herotypical]

For some of us, at least. Others? Others seem to get all kinds of treats from home. Somehow.

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Like those phones?

[herotypical]

...People have been getting phones?

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I've seen people with them. The smallish ones?

[herotypical]

Cells. They're just sorta beginning to get real popular for my world, back home.

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[He snaps his fingers, lightly.] That's the word.

And I guess that would explain why you don't have one here.

[herotypical]

W-well. I did have one. At home. Helped with the job. But I've really only seen about, oh...threeish things show up here in just as many years.

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Hopefully something better than embarrassing pictures.

[herotypical]

Skates. A picture -- but not an embarrassing one and it's not even here any more.

And a weapon.

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[Someone else's picture then? Or did something happen to it? Hm.]

You hardly seem the type to need one, at times.

[He remembers that one time she was going at the walls in a Malnosso cell. Then the drafts (where he presumably would've seen her offhand).]

[herotypical]

...This one's a little purpose-built. Not that I need it but it's -- comforting. Like a security blanket, only sharp and deadly.

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Aa. I think I know how you mean.

[herotypical]

Got your own, huh?

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[Give him a second, and he'll be sporting a pair of trench knives briefly in the journal window.]

I think it says something that I know more people who have an attachment to weapons than any other possession.

[herotypical]

They're cute. And very Roland Weary-ish of you. [ an admiring half-smile. ] Fast, I bet. Close. Intimate.

[ give HER a second and she's lifting an axe-shaped weapon with red metal into sight. though she calls it a scythe. go figure. its opposite end sports a wooden stake. ] I'm ashamed to say that mine's a little more obnoxious. Sadly.