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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.]
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[Probably the first time he's really talked openly about his own abilities aside from filial magic.]
[action]
[Color him interested.]
[action]
[Raising one hand and in his cupped palm something begins to swirl. A vortex of air and blue light and something seemingly unreal and unworldly, hanging in air like a shimmering galaxy, beautiful yet radiating a subtle power.]
Controlled space.
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But Law said 'territories'. Territories. Limits. He came all the way out to the Southern Lake, so... Distance. His house.
Controlled space.
Understanding clicks over him, but the interest stays.]
So that's...
[He'll let you explain the fun stuff. |D]
[action]
[The vortex stabilizes into a starlight sphere.]
... and will not bend to any rules but my own.
[action]
No see - that's impressive.
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Heh. It's just my ability. Plenty in my world with more impressive ones. Like Whitebeard for instance. His abilities could impact at a planetary scale.
[He lets the sphere fade away.]
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Let's hope they don't do that in unfriendly contexts. Though Whitebeard's abilities...
[...
Hold that thought for a moment.]
Blast. Just lost it.
[Rubbing temples. Ow.]
[action]
Not that he wants to go into it.]
Aa. Sorry. Didn't mean to distract you. [He's mindful of that expression.] You all right?
[action]
[Rub rub rub.]
[action]
Here. [He picks one up and holds it out. Good hydration helping with that sort of thing, etc.]
[action]
[He's going to take a good drink of that right now, pained expression smoothing out.]
... aa, better. It, uh, wasn't you by the way. I got startled by something on the other end.
[action]
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[Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.]
I'll probably find it in my room. She likes doing that.
[action]
[/annoyed, annoyed. Your kitten isn't the only one that likes to be a little too helpful.]
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[It's not like Luceti has an overflowing abundance of shogi boards and tiles. These things can't be replaced easily.]
[action]
[He's now keeping his shogi tiles in a nice, separate location. In a bag. Up high. Out of the cat's reach.]
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[...]
... yet, anyway.
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