004 -- [Voice || Action] Dated to some point after the tent first appears

[endgames]

[He got a peek at the tent long enough to look at the crowd slowly growing inside of it. It was home from there; his room, where he could peel off that costume. The more he thinks about the tent, the less comfortable he is with it; with the thought of people being herded inside of it when they're desperate for the relief it provides. Maybe it's nothing, but he'd prefer to err on the side of caution.]

If you put a glass of water ten feet in front of a guy dying of thirst, you know he won't walk away from it.  That tent's like that. Convenient, right?

Makes it pretty convenient to have everybody all in one place too. [Right where they want you - a circle drawn into the ground (and the ceremony's about to begin)

He closes the journal shut and tosses it without much force across the room. He'll open it again when the funeral bells go away.]

Comments

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[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[A few, yes. He even ate breakfast while he was starving enough that any hallucinations could be ignored.]

It may be a sign that these events have reached a climax, which is both promising and not.

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[endgames]

It's troublesome. Either way you look at it. If it is the climax to all of this, that just means there's something more to come. [There's always an aftermath.]

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[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. We'll just have to look ahead for it, then.

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[endgames]

Mm. [The part of his brain that isn't slugged down by everything else he's thinking about reminds him that it's best to keep conversation with Uchiha Itachi down to a minimum... even if he is an intelligent sound board.] Yeah. I guess so.

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[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[Itachi expects him to clam up at some point anyway. He'd be surprised if he didn't. His smile is very faint.]

Stay well, Shikamaru-san.