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@fatalflowr — a private roleplay blog for Sakura Haruno. affiliated with Era of Hurricanes. nurtured by Cyan
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oui, chef —
convocation: ichiraku ramen [ +1 intelligence ]
Shikamaru held up his hands in mock surrender.
Jeez, women were scary. If this was Sakura on her best behaviour, he'd hate to see her at her worst.
Blue Eyeshadow turned to them, her narrowed eyes nearly disappearing into her heavy makeup. "Young Lady, I'll have you know that I've traveled across the Great Nations and this ... is the best ramen I've ever had!" Her face lit up as she gestured animatedly at her bowl. "The rich broth, the chewy noodles, even the chashu was seared perfectly!"
Whew.
"I only have one complaint."
Shit.
"This employee of yours is shockingly rude! He ignored me the first time I called for him. Look—" She pointed at his left foot, which was angled towards the street. "—he's ready to make a run for it! What a spineless man. I say you fire him."
His plan had worked a little too soon. Ideally, the customer would've complained to the actual shop owners, who would then fire him on the spot to save face. And since Sakura was dragged into this mess by association, they'd relieve her from her duties as well.
But now, he could either leave Sakura to fend for herself or ...
Shikamaru shifted his foot back to its neutral position and lowered himself into a bow. "I apologize for my bad mann—"
"Don't apologize to me! Apologize to your wife!"
He begrudgingly turned his bow towards Sakura. "I apologize for being—"
Wait, WIFE???
"Oh!" Sakura bowed. "Thank you." She had been winging it, yet her winging seemed to be working. One point to Sakura it seemed: even if she lost all her abilities, she still had a future as a chef.
The thought depressed her. She decided not to dwell on it.
Heheh, there it was: Shikamaru getting laid into by this woman. Sakura had to bite down on the corners of her lips to stop herself from smiling. Take that, Shikamaru! That's what you get for forcing me into this!
"Well, I can't fire him, becau-?!"
Her sentence was cut off by her choking on her own spit. Wife? Wife?! WIFE?!!?!!???!
"Huh?!" Sakura's face turned into a shade of reddish-purple as her stomach turned. "Him? No!" If her voice went any higher, only local dogs would be able to hear her.
She gestured to him, like her hands were scanners, up and down his body. "He's so- he's Shikamaru!" she yelped, as if that was an explanation. "I like boys who are brooding, and sensitive, and have a bit of darkness to them." Boys like-
Well. Anyway.
"Shikamaru is just lazy!!!" She pointed to his face. "And his eyes are too small!" Her hand moved to point a little higher up. "And that ponytail!!" Once she finished with her shrieked assessment, she folded her arms with a huff. "I would never marry him."
i don't think this guy is here for the potatoes
mission board: convocation (part 2) -- NEW genjutsu +1
Asuma didn't think he'd be going on lower rank missions again. He understood completely why they assigned shinobi to them. It helped build teamwork and camaraderie, and more importantly The Will of Fire stated everyone in the village was family.
Family helped family. Which is why he's on his knees, digging through the dirt, and pulling potatoes from their roots to put into a bucket beside him. Despite their early start, they still had more than half of the field to work through, and with only the two of them, it would likely take all day.
The jounin wipes his hands together to brush some of the more stubborn clumps of dirt off and turns his gaze towards the tree line of the nearby forest as he takes a drink of water from the thermos he'd packed. There was rustling in the the trees. Apart from the gentle breeze the branches were still, and for a brief second, he watches something (or someone) move in the cover of the shadows.
"Hey," his head turns back towards Sakura. "Did you see the farmer leave his house?"
@fatalflowr
Potatoes. She's really back to the level of digging potatoes out of the ground. A part of her wants to bury herself in the holes she's digging for the potatoes, but that would be dramatic. Mud is caked under her nails, embedded into her clothes, and all she can smell is the earthy smell of roots.
It's all part of their way. She wishes their way was a little more exciting, though. Don't they have genins (real genins, not Sakura) for this kind of thing?
Asuma looks, and Sakura pretends she doesn't notice, but she wants to know what he's seen. It's one thing for one shinobi to look, but not both of them. She keeps her eyes on the potato she's currently uprooting, but her attention and senses are solely on Asuma.
"No." Her voice is low. The potato thumps as it joins its bucketed brethren. "What's wrong?" She casts a glance at the tree lines without moving her head, and catches a glimpse of something.
She's seeing things. Though, when does a shinobi ever 'just seeing things'?
through your eyes
⤷ mission board: convocation | genjutsu +1
On your way to a mission, you find yourself walking along a path in the woods, or through the gates into a city street, or along the main road through the forests surrounding the village, and you come across a figure in the road. They smile at you, and upon exchanging greetings you tell the figure where you’re headed. They nod, wave goodbye to you, and as you turn around…wait. Where are you going again? You could have sworn that you were headed somewhere, looking for something. You turn to look, and see a figure on the road. They nod, smile, and assure you that they are not the person you are looking for. [Genjutsu +1]
Halfway down the path, Neji realizes that his legs ache.
That doesn't make sense. The midmorning sun is still in ascent, signaling the start of his mission. He hadn't left the village in three days, and nothing had been out of the ordinary in his daily routine. There's nothing that should've tired him—
The figure in the road comes into view, too sudden for him to draw a weapon. By instinct, his hands fly into the Gentle Fist stance, before remembering, just a moment later, that it is not an option for him at this moment.
(Deep in his mind, a vague déjà vu stirs. This is not the first time it's happened today, is it? But in the space between one thought and the next, this feeling is quickly quashed.)
'I am not the one you are looking for,' the figure states, and their voice is one that he seems to remember, somewhere, someone, many half-memories strung together into a patchwork of a whole. Who had he been looking for?
Instead of turning and leaving (had he done this, already? how many times?), he crosses the distance between them, stopping at a mere arm's length and focusing his sharp gaze on the nondescript figure.
(He will forget their features, if he takes his eyes off them for just a moment.)
"What are you doing here?" Neji demands, wariness heavy in his tone.
@fatalflowr
It's not that Sakura is inattentive; she just doesn't pay Neji much mind. There's no real reason for them to interact. She could wave and be friendly with him; just because they're not friends, doesn't mean she can't be nice.
Neji is staring intently at her. Sakura hasn't even raised her hand yet, and he's staring at her like that. She touches her hairline; did she push her forehead protector too high up? A stain on her clothes? Gunk in her teeth? Maybe he thinks she's cute - no, she's deluding herself on that one. Neji doesn't seem interested in that stuff.
He asks his accusatory question, and Sakura points to herself. "Me?" She looks around; there doesn't seem to be anyone else here so yes, her. "I know, I know, I should be training, but I wanted to go and get lunch first." She deserves a cheat day, right?
"What are you doing here?" She keeps her tone light, because with how he looks at her, she feels like he might blow up on her at any moment. He stares. She looks back at him.
five houses five crowns || gaara & sakura
naruto x fe:3h au
what about the others? what about them? if they haven’t noticed, then their fates have been decided for them. it’s not his place to drag the weak to safety. if they can run on their own two feet then they can manage. if they can’t then it’s not his fault they weren’t prepared. not for this trip nor for the journey at the academy which it was preceding.
gaara sighs out as he watches her grab the axe. “it isn’t just them.” she’s at least smart enough to know that.
he focuses momentarily on the sand in his palm and straightens the edge until it could cut through the tree the axe had landed in. “don’t tell me what to do.”
in one moment, where there stood five bandits, three were felled. the man who had thrown his axe for some ungodly reason, the man who had laughed at his miss, and the assassin at their back waiting for the right time to spring forth and surpise the two students. all of them lay clutching at their throats and gaara looks to the trees. “that axe is useless unless you can aim it.”
he points upwards towards a tree. “there’s an archer up there.” the command is clear as day.
Sakura watches wordlessly as the men surrounding them have their throats slit. She's never seen anything like this before: sand had shaped itself into a blade. This isn't the time to get distracted - he's right, there are more of them.
As if on cue, an arrow whizzes past, then another. Can Sakura aim it? She's got the strength in her to throw the axe that far, she's certain of that much at least, but will her aim falter?
There's no room for doubt. The axe is heavy and, as much as she hates to say goodbye to it, it's the only way they'll make it out of there. She throws the axe, pauses for a beat, before she hears the weapon cleave into something.
A groan. A thump of a body. Relief.
"What about the other students?" Sakura looks around, but she can't see anyone else, nor can she sense anyone.
thieving lightning? wait i read a book about that once
mission board: convocation — any skill +1
Tenten had no interest in cutting the lightening or getting struct by it to iinfuse her chakra with it. She'll save that level of psychotic enthusiasm for Lee and Gai-sensei. Plus, she already has wind and lightening chakra as her style. No, Tenten's goal right now? Is to capture a lightening bolt in one of her scrolls. Imagine fighting in the exams, and she whips it out and fires a bolt of lightening at her opponent. That will definitely catch most people by surprise.
Sakura also came out here for her own reasons, and she couldn't help but shoot the pink haired kunoichi a big grin. "After dealing with the boys? I hope you're able to keep up with me, Sakura," Tenten teases playfully and even sticks her tongue out at her as she tosses a scroll in the air and catches it after a few rotations. "Ready?"
"Hey, the boys aren't everything." Sakura intended on proving that. She didn't have any of those innate skills, but that didn't mean she couldn't try. Even if all she ended up with was a hell of an injury.
"Ready."
Like the signal for a race, the lightning crackled in front of them, splitting the ground in half. Sakura froze for a moment - really, what on earth was she doing? - before shaking sense into herself. This was why she was here in the first place. If she started smaller, maybe, then she would be less afraid. After all, no new skill was learned in a day.
Another bolt was coming. Unflinching, Sakura charged. Her chakra control was good, and she knew it. She had to know it. She had to feel it as lightning struck her.
nothing to see here
mission board: convocation — intelligence +1
Ino preened with pride when she received her orders for this mission. Who wouldn't think of her when tasked with assigning a pair of beautiful kunoichi to tail the suspect?
Yes, she's certain that "beautiful" had been part of the mission brief. And these days, Sakura, with her confidence to match that frightening strength, certainly fits the bill as well.
"You didn't!"Jaw hanging open, Ino turns to both playfully slap Sakura's shoulder and to scan the crowd to her friend's right. No one who matches the description there.
"Mmmm...let's see...you know my type, so stop me if you see someone first..."
Tapping her chin with her free hand, Ino's eyes sift through the children playing with toys, the mothers browsing wares, the commuters with their heads down and their quick gaits, and—
There. Ahead and to Ino's left. A man with a shaved head, a large travel pack, and three piercings on his right ear. Between the passers-by, Ino watches as he stops in front of Granny Sazae's lacquerware shop, even though the curtains are drawn and the shopkeep has been away for weeks. Their target looks over his shoulder, away from the pair of girls, before reaching for the doorknob to work at the lock.
After a quick squeal to keep up the act, Ino leans harder into Sakura's side, dramatically cupping a hand to her ear.
"Ten o'clock. Granny Sazae's shop."
Sakura's eyes widen in false wonder as Ino whispers into her ear. Her eyes scan: ten o'clock, the lacquerware store. That's the shadiest man that Sakura has ever seen in her life. She gasps and giggles, playfully shoving Ino away.
"Stop," she says, still giggling. If she looks over at the man and thinks of him, she can at least fake a blush. "You really think so?" Shy blue eyes flicker back to the stranger.
He's breaking in. There's no doubt about that. The problem is stopping him from whatever he's trying to do.
The problem is, of course, that they can't interfere. They're supposed to report this. However, they need more evidence; this guy could claim Granny Sazae is his real granny, then the girls would be in trouble.
"Do you think I should tell him?" Him, of course, meaning reporting back. "I don't know, I don't think I'm ready for it yet."
This guy really is weird, though. Sakura pretends to pay attention to the path ahead, though she's focused on their target in the corner of her eye.
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post-Katabasis
Time stopped feeling real after a certain point. She didn't know what had happened with the exams (had they even passed?), nor really how it ended. She and Shikamaru had walked back to the village together, that fox around her neck, and-
What was that place? Countless bodies, and so many of them seemed haunted. Sakura didn't dare to take a closer look, but she could guess what those bodies meant to some of the people around her.
When she left her house, everything seemed so normal. Almost like nothing happened. She walked around the village, hoping to find someone from that place. Then she saw him - thank goodness.
"Shikamaru!" Her voice was too high pitched, too desperate. She walked over to him, and paused only to think of how to word her sentence. She didn't have any words. "Did- did any of that happen?" Maybe just for a moment, she needed assurance.
@deercove
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post-Katabasis
Left behind again. You almost can’t believe it, can’t stomach the insult of some cruel cosmic joke that you could have put so much hard work in, accomplished so much, and shishou is right there, just beyond reach, unafflicted by the self-consciousness that seems to have settled in your gut like a disease. Hadn’t she taught you to expel all that? Disease and doubt in one? Then why is it still so strong? Why is the sight of another’s back still the most familiar thing?
The world around you shimmers. You aren’t sure when that began, the delicate way the air misted, staticky and flickering with every step down the mountain path and through the woods to return to the village whence you had come. Are you tired? The day has been long, longer than you could count, because deep down you aren’t sure if it has been a day, or longer, a week, weeks, exactly how many hours that you had lost in that lonely wilderness, in the dark and empty halls of the academy, in the presence of something beyond this world’s ken.
You yawn, stifled or exaggerated, and it’s in that moment that you find yourself distracted from the stuttering glass crack in the forest at your flank. But then it happens again, a flicker of light reflected out of the corner of your eye.
Where is the light coming from?
The sun still has not risen.
You turn, and the darkness warps, fractures, splits the treeline and the very air, a clean line that scatters the landscape into an abstract of millions of shapes. After a moment, the space straightens, corrects itself.
You have one final choice to make.
>>Select one: >The watchful’s job is never complete. Investigate the anomaly in the woods… or >Your mind is playing tricks on you. Return to the village, and get some much needed rest.
It is tempting to turn back, isn't it? What use had she been? All she had done is hinder, and watch as others do what she could not.
That isn't wholly true. She thinks of the stone that had saved her and Shikamaru - it hadn't been him that suggested it. Certainly, it had been a desperate ploy on her part.
Caught between two worlds, Sakura stands there, fist over her heart. Something is playing a trick on her, certainly, but it's not her mind. If it's nothing, she can feel embarrassed later, but if she doesn't try, she wouldn't forgive herself if things went wrong. She takes one step into the forest, then the other.
The watchful’s job is never complete. Investigate the anomaly in the woods…
i don't wanna rock, shika
Katabasis Week 3 — death phase
His father was going to hear about this.
Actually, no. Shikaku would laugh in his face and make him recite the first rule of being a strategist: Never make assumptions.
But assumptions were made nonetheless. He got a few (illusionary) holes put through him because of it, and now, his mother had a funny story to tell at family reunions.
Troublesome ...
Exhaustion wore on his bones like a ton of bricks. His head was starting to throb from overuse. If they were walking into another trap ...
"Doubt it."
They had an escort with them, along with the fox summons curled up around Sakura's shoulders. Mindlessly, Shikamaru reached out to poke its cheek. This little creature celebrated their demise, so why should he allow it to sleep soundly? Poke poke.
"I think she likes you better." Poke poke. "You dodged every trap."
"I didn't dodge all the traps," she said. "I thought the stone was a trap."
Impress them, they had said.
Impress them. The words kept repeating in her head, thumping over and over like a heart beat. The stone she housed in her palm had power in it, but really had no idea if the stone would have helped. Yet she still used it, under the hope she could actually do something.
Here they were. That could have gone so differently, but that was the point; perhaps it was meant to symbolise the strength of faith? She didn't know.
She batted his hands away. "Leave the fox alone! How would you like it if I did it to you, huh?" Just like that, she pinched and poked Shikamaru's cheeks, with a nyeh sound.
i don't wanna rock, shika
Katabasis Week 3 — death phase
The walk back down would be strange. To think this leg of the exam was over, just like that. She looked over at Shikamaru, and wondered how he felt about it. Was he happy, disappointed? Well, at least it was over; surely he'd be happy about that, anyway.
She stretched, feeling her muscles relax, even just a little bit. It hadn't been an easy road, and perhaps there'd be traps somewhere along the way. Maybe, or maybe it was finally just over.
"Do you think we have more waiting for us?" she couldn't help but ask him. He was good with traps; if the trip up had proven anything, it was that.
@deercove
i don't wanna rock, shika
Katabasis Week 3 — death phase
what does the fox say? (chacha-chow!)
katabasis week 3 — team 6 ft. sakura & shikamaru
"Heh. You know what they say—if a student can't surpass their sensei, then they didn't have a very good sensei." An underlying smugness laced his words, affronted by a cocky smile pulled taut.
If the fox's intention was to provoke them by mentioning both of their teachers, it had worked. Heat simmered at the base of his throat, though he was diligent in putting it out before cutting his eyes to the tinge of fire that sparked between him and Sakura.
A raven landed on his head then, its regal voice soothing in contrast to the fox's delighted yips.
"Shikaku-san would be very proud of you."
"Sounds like you're well acquainted with my old man," he mused, a little perturbed at his father's choice of acquaintances. "So are you gonna tell us what item we're looking for once we get up the mountain?"
I'm sure if you put that intellect to good use little heir you'll figure out our little game quite fast~
Yeah, looked like simply asking wasn't going to give them any answers.
So these people must have not only been watching the exams, but they must know both Sakura and Shikamaru. She didn't like that, she didn't like that one bit. She tried to sneak a glance around, but these people would hide themselves better than the naked eye could see.
The fox once again found a home around Sakura's neck. She reached up and stroked it again. This thing was surprisingly cuddly. She didn't know what to think about that. It was warm, and soft, and it was kind of comforting.
That was a dangerous thought.
"Then we'll just have to keep going, and figure it out." She gave a resolute nod. At least things seemed to be going okay, for now. Still, Sakura waited for the other shoe to drop.
what does the fox say? (chacha-chow!)
katabasis week 3 — team 6 ft. sakura & shikamaru
The fox could talk? Of course, it wasn't a regular fox then. Its tail guided her face gently to Akagahara, glowing orange against the sky. "Hey, Shikamaru, look at that. Why is it so orange?"
Shikamaru was good at this kind of thing, which Sakura knew. If there was anything that looked like a puzzle, or just plain weird, she'd point it out to him. Sakura would usually rely on her own skill and talents, but after the last two exams, she was rapidly losing faith in herself.
"Mmhm. Five days, huh? Doesn't that remind you of our first exams?" As if those exams could ever leave her mind. They swirled around her head more and more with each passing moment.
Surely that wouldn't repeat itself, right? That awful demon, the destruction of Konoha-
"Right. I've got your back if you've got mine." If nothing else, she knew she was a pretty good shot.
There was a discomfort wedged deep in his gut, a gruelling, growing churn that worked its way up to his jaw as he set his sights in the direction Sakura had pointed. As far as he was concerned, there was only one type of mountain that casted an orange glow towards the sky.
Shikamaru stilled in his step. The air hushed around him. It felt a bit cooler, but nothing alarming. He quickly caught up.
"I've got a bad feeling about this. We could be heading up a—"
"Nara-Kun. Do try and dodge won't you?"
"Dodge wh—shit!"
Shikamaru sprang to his left just as a glint of silver flew past his eye, and if that wasn't enough to disarm him, the gleeful yipping from their summoned companion did. What the hell?
"Very Good, the clan head will be pleased."
The fox settled, and for a moment, Shikamaru heard nothing other than the sound of his own heartbeat ramming against his eardrums. His grip tightened around the kunai he'd instinctively drawn out.
"We need to move fast." He started off, dark eyes sweeping the treeline flying by. Where did that come from? "Be alert, we might be running into an ambush."
This time, perhaps, they weren't going up against their fellow examinees. However, Sakura had no idea what could be following them. That little fox knew more than it was letting on.
Why did it guide her attention to the mountain? What was it trying to say? Foxes were cunning creatures; it could be leading her astray.
"Ah ah! Higanbana look she's doing better than the mangly old mutt did! Can we keep her please please please?" the fox said. Accompanying its words were two world-weary sighs.
"Keep me? Mangly old mutt? What are you talking about?" Sakura asked.
The fox leapt from Shikamaru to throw itself around Sakura's neck. She started to see why some of the richest people had scarves made of fox fur; the little creature was warm, and soft.
"We're always looking for strong Shinobi! As for who we are? Well Higanbana says that unlike when I told everyone how badly Asuma missed in the first week I absolutely cannot tell you under any circumstances who we are! You have to figure that out for yourself!"
Strong shinobi, huh? She hadn't felt strong since the exams started - she hadn't felt strong for a couple of months now.
Asuma missed? Sakura had no idea what the fox was referring to. She looked to Shikamaru for answers; if anyone would know, it might be him.
As for Sakura's other question, "Kakashi obviously! He spent a month in here training about oh.... a year ago! Didn't manage to evade quite as many traps as you two have!"
"Kakashi-sensei was here?" Sakura asked, idly scratching the fox's head. Warmth filled her right through; it had been a cold evening, and Sakura was ill-equipped for the colder night.
what does the fox say? (chacha-chow!)
katabasis week 3 — team 6 ft. sakura & shikamaru
He must've offended some god when he got reincarnated. That was Shikamaru's first thought when he landed on his back with a resound THUD!
The thicket of trees spun overhead, dancing in unadulterated mockery. If he listened hard enough, he could've sworn they were chittering with laughter too. Shikamaru pushed himself upright. Man, he should really work on his landing ...
"So we just need to get up there?"
Shikamaru fell into line next to Sakura, but he didn't follow where the fox's tails were guiding her eyes. Instead, he gingerly reached out, the pads of his fingertips brushing along the silvery white head.
It leapt into his hands and began to speak.
"Oh! Commander's kid! We were meant to tell you something... oh right! If you fail you get to train with us for a week from dusk to dawn~"
A summons. And one with too much information. "Did my old man put you up to this?" Despite the lighthearted twinge of annoyance in his tone, he still nuzzled the underside of the fox's chin with a finger.
"We should get a move on," he told Sakura then. "Giving us five days to go up and down a mountain makes it sound like there's something in store for us."
@fatalflowr
The fox could talk? Of course, it wasn't a regular fox then. Its tail guided her face gently to Akagahara, glowing orange against the sky. "Hey, Shikamaru, look at that. Why is it so orange?"
Shikamaru was good at this kind of thing, which Sakura knew. If there was anything that looked like a puzzle, or just plain weird, she'd point it out to him. Sakura would usually rely on her own skill and talents, but after the last two exams, she was rapidly losing faith in herself.
"Mmhm. Five days, huh? Doesn't that remind you of our first exams?" As if those exams could ever leave her mind. They swirled around her head more and more with each passing moment.
Surely that wouldn't repeat itself, right? That awful demon, the destruction of Konoha-
"Right. I've got your back if you've got mine." If nothing else, she knew she was a pretty good shot.
tonight we steal... the moon!
#EOHKatabasis2026 - week 2 - Team One: Kakashi, Sai, Sakura
… But on second thought, there was no point in leaving himself open in order to use the expected exit. Inefficient and noisy, that path should only be used by schoolchildren and their minders, so he eliminates it as a potential exit just as quickly.
(Then there must be another exit nearby.)
Sai glances around the lounge again, and this time, the light above the shelves catches his eye. A quick vault on top of the desks, and-
The window was frosted, making it difficult to see what was outside from within- and more fortunately, vice versa. Slipping on top of the adjacent shelves is easy enough, as is opening it just slightly for a snake to slip through.
Nothing reacts.
This side was unguarded. He pushes the window further open slowly, then slides out silently, landing on the ground with a practiced thud.
Sai has escaped via the teacher's lounge windows.
There hasn't been a whisper from the other two. Were they supposed to do this alone? Aren't they supposed to be a team? "Guys?" Her voice is a low whisper.
No response. Either they're been caught has been caught, or...
Or Sakura has been left behind.
Again, and again, she proves she isn't enough. She can't catch up to her allies, and no matter how she pushes, she's still as she was and always has been.
She looks around, but there is no exit. She tries to listen, but Komorebi's footsteps feel a mile away. What can she do? What is there left for Sakura to do? Her gaze falls back to the ladder. No, it's too easy, isn't it? There must be another way, but there is no other way, and the ladder really is convenient.
She tries to unfold the ladder, but its hinges are rusted shut. She jimmies it, but the ladder stays put. Dammit, dammit. Her rage sings in her blood, and there's only one thing left if an object is immovable.
It must meet the unstoppable force of her fist.
The wood splinters, crackling away, before tumbling down to the ground. They clatter, and she knows the instant that wood touches the ground, she's done for.
-thread end-
