endgames | 020 -- [Various Filters || Action]

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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.]

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It would've been cooler if you caught it, you know.

[Hi. Just. Chilling up here.]

[Frown.]

I wasn't trying to be cool.

[Why are you interrupting, man? She was in the zone.]

That was a joke.

[You know. The kind not meant to be taken seriously. As he thought was evidenced with the grape too.

He was right, though. Her behavior here, and days ago when he asked her to watch clouds. The more he sees of her lately, the more she doesn't seem to be acting like herself.]

[Jokes are supposed to be funny. Irritation aside, her tone is just courteous, curious.]

Did you want something?

[If not, could you go away?

She's kind of busy here.]

You've been practicing a while.

[Yes, continuing the conversation is an answer to your question.]

[No, it isn't.]

I came out here to practice.

[So... what's your point? Moreover, why are you interrupting?]

You look tired.

[He's getting to it.]

If I was tired, I'd stop. [She hasn't been anything less than weary for over a month now. But there's no way she can feel anything other than fully awake and energized with the moon so full and so close.]

You might need to get your eyes checked.

You might need to look at a mirror.

[Everything from her face to her stance suggests he's treading into dangerous territory here. He swings one leg idly from his perch in the trees before holding up a bag.]

Want some grapes?

[Way to poke at an open wound, man. She knows she's not exactly Luceti's Prettiest, but insulting her was just uncalled for. Not wanting to draw attention to it or to prolong this conversation, Katara lets it drop. He can think what he wants; she knows how she feels.]

No.

[You've got about five more seconds before she makes a giant ice wall between you and proceeds to ignore you.]

Thank you anyway. Is that it, or can I get back to practicing?

Fine. But the same forms have to get boring after a while. Why don't you practice with me instead?

[And... oddly... Katara really doesn't want to fight with you.

In fact, she'd much rather you left her completely alone.

Please go away.]

They're not boring. They're important.

Bad word choice, sorry. Variety's important too, though.

[...seriously?]

I have managed to practice once or twice before, you know. I know what I'm doing.

[Why do women have to be so difficult? What's so hard about talking about your problems? She won't talk to him now, he knows, so all that's left is this.

Which may not even happen; she's being so defensive. He'll just have to play to her ego.]

If you're really that scared of my new jutsu, all you have to do is say so.

[Oh come on. She has an older brother, you know. You can't really expect that to work.

Flatly:] I'm not scared of your new jutsu.

[So maybe it will work a little. Clearly, she came out here to be alone and to practice. Two hours. Really should have filled that requirement. Especially for Katara. Since when did she turn down a chance to get better like this? Maybe because she's tired of losing? Or maybe it's something else?]

Edited 2011-10-29 02:52 (UTC)

Prove it.

[Oh for crying out loud--]

You're not going to go away until I do this, are you. Fine. Fine.

[She settles into a ready stance.] But I should warn you - it's a pretty big moon tonight.

[That is almost - almost bravado. There's really no point in them fighting each other, not for him. She's halfway surprised he's even offering this.]

Noted.

[With a stretch, he stashes the grapes up in the tree before swinging down.]

Ground rules?

[Any rules that she lets him make will just be to his advantage. Not that he needs it.

Why is she even doing this?

She almost drops her hands and walks away. Instead her jaw sets with the same resigned determination which has been fueling much of her actions the past month.]

Let's just get this over with. No rules. We'll go for the kill shot.

[Definitely frustrated.]

Fine.

[And here comes a barrage of shuriken.]

[...could have counted to three, man.

As it is, Katara's startled, but not moved by the shuriken. She knows that the greater danger than the half dozen sharp pointed bits of metal flying at her is giving him time to set something up. So her first move is not, in fact, to defend herself. She's got about two seconds before those kunai will - well - give her a week long vacation.

She spends the first second ripping the water out of all the grass around him and transforming it into a concentrated mist.

The next half a second, she dodges, using the water still coating her arms as a shield.

She is a fraction of a second too slow - she has been practicing for two hours straight and she is tired - and one of the shuriken clip her upper arm. She doesn't make a sound.]

Edited 2011-10-29 04:30 (UTC)

[And he'll be kneeling, making hand seals now and looking as if he's focusing very hard.]

[That's fine. Since his wings are tucked inside his vest, Katara has to get to them another way - and she'll start by turning the mist into water. It will likely taking more than the amount of water from the grass to soak all the way through the back of his vest and down his shirt, but it's a good start - for however much gets to turn, anyway.]

[We'll see. More than likely, she got him and he hasn't realized it yet - the flak jackets are thick and padded, after all.

He's not going to be sitting there for long. Contrary to his stance, it's not a shadow jutsu he's using. Rather, it's substitution.

Switching places with a moving object takes a lot more concentration than a stationary one - especially if you're trying to nab one that won't collide with a tree.

It works though. One second he's there, the next there's smoke and a falling shuriken burying itself in the dirt.

Shikamaru, meanwhile, is up in the air behind her now, approximately ten or fifteen feet off. He has his trench knives out now and he throws them down fast and hard, the blades humming with chakra.]

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