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020 -- [Various Filters || Action]
[ooc: dated to... idk. When the moon is not noticeably freaky. ALSO. The cut below is there because there are over 30 filters beneath it that take up a ridiculous amount of space, wow. I think I got all of the characters who were dropped, but just PM me if I didn't. After the event is done, there will be an ooc post regarding this, but I needed to get this part out of the way while my character would think to do so.
A note on the filters below - italic text represents breaks in the filter.]
[Early in the morning, long before the sun has risen and while most people are likely to be asleep, several filters start going up one-by-one. The journal window is covered with cloth; the handwriting not recognizable. Almost immediately after each one has been made, they're either deconstructed or disappear behind a private filter, viewable only to himself. He has no interest in talking to any of these people - he's just checking for breaks in the filters, which are visible for a minute until they're quickly taken care of.]
[Private to Shikamaru || Fake Cut to spare your f-lists and eyes]
[Two hours after this ends, a certain entry disappears behind a private filter as well. Then Shikamaru rolls over and goes back to bed. Damn, that was troublesome. He'll deal with the rest later. With the stuff that new Malnosso guy was talking about, he had a lot of other things to think about....
The next afternoon, he writes a couple of quick messages before heading out of the apartment.]
[Filtered to Raine Sage || 100% Unhackable]
What we talked about - it's done. Figured you'd want a heads-up.
[Filtered to Konoha Shinobi, Gaara, and Temari || 100% Unhackable]
Looks like we don't have to worry about Sasuke. At least for now.
[Filtered to Tony Stark || 100% Unhackable]
I have something to give you. Where you want me to drop it off?
[After he's taken care of that business, Shikamaru decides to take the rest of the afternoon to train. Not his shadow jutsus, however. Those close enough to the southern edge of the village at the time may hear something a few times throughout the evening. Maybe like thunder, but definitely a-
BOOM.
...but don't worry, everything is under control. And for once, he isn't even joking. It's taken months for him to get this jutsu down - a lungful of ash just is not pleasant - but he's finally managed it.
If for some reason you're close to the Southern Lake at this time, or choose to investigate, you're bound to find one (1) Shikamaru Nara taking a break by the water and unable to wipe the smirk off of his face. The air still might smell faintly of ash, but he cleans up well. And nothing has been destroyed but the targets he brought out here himself.
It makes up for all the weirdness going on. Just a little.]
A note on the filters below - italic text represents breaks in the filter.]
[Early in the morning, long before the sun has risen and while most people are likely to be asleep, several filters start going up one-by-one. The journal window is covered with cloth; the handwriting not recognizable. Almost immediately after each one has been made, they're either deconstructed or disappear behind a private filter, viewable only to himself. He has no interest in talking to any of these people - he's just checking for breaks in the filters, which are visible for a minute until they're quickly taken care of.]
[Private to Shikamaru || Fake Cut to spare your f-lists and eyes]
[Two hours after this ends, a certain entry disappears behind a private filter as well. Then Shikamaru rolls over and goes back to bed. Damn, that was troublesome. He'll deal with the rest later. With the stuff that new Malnosso guy was talking about, he had a lot of other things to think about....
The next afternoon, he writes a couple of quick messages before heading out of the apartment.]
[Filtered to Raine Sage || 100% Unhackable]
What we talked about - it's done. Figured you'd want a heads-up.
[Filtered to Konoha Shinobi, Gaara, and Temari || 100% Unhackable]
Looks like we don't have to worry about Sasuke. At least for now.
[Filtered to Tony Stark || 100% Unhackable]
I have something to give you. Where you want me to drop it off?
[After he's taken care of that business, Shikamaru decides to take the rest of the afternoon to train. Not his shadow jutsus, however. Those close enough to the southern edge of the village at the time may hear something a few times throughout the evening. Maybe like thunder, but definitely a-
BOOM.
...but don't worry, everything is under control. And for once, he isn't even joking. It's taken months for him to get this jutsu down - a lungful of ash just is not pleasant - but he's finally managed it.
If for some reason you're close to the Southern Lake at this time, or choose to investigate, you're bound to find one (1) Shikamaru Nara taking a break by the water and unable to wipe the smirk off of his face. The air still might smell faintly of ash, but he cleans up well. And nothing has been destroyed but the targets he brought out here himself.
It makes up for all the weirdness going on. Just a little.]
[voice]
He's gonna be there no matter what happens here, you know. Even if he comes back.
[voice]
But now there's one less we have to worry about. I call that progress.
[voice]
It's something. We don't get a lot of good news here.
[voice]
[He imagines his "good news" quota is probably shot now that Sasuke's gone and he has Akamaru back.]
You can't even grant fake-as-hell wishes anymore. I'm totally bummed about that.
[voice]
I dunno. I'm grateful.
[voice]
By the way... you might want to keep your cloud-admiring habits a bit more under wraps. Otherwise, people might start labeling you as some kind of misunderstood, hopeless romantic. And you wouldn't want to suddenly become a chick magnet, would you? It would totally tarnish your reputation as the most repressed guy on the planet.
[voice]
Best way to deal with ribbing is to put on a good show of Do Not Care though, and Shikamaru has that worked down to an artform. Shrug of Indifference.]
Better than being mistaken for Akamaru.
[voice]
Shut up! I wasn't mistaken for Akamaru.
[A dog yes, but not Akamaru. Shikamaru's close enough, of course, but he'll run with whatever he can grab. He had never asked Azusa what sort of dog he had been mistaken as, but it had better have been a badass one. Not some kind of deranged poodle.]
[voice]
[There. Fair is fair, if Kiba lets it lie.]