Don't Mess With Things That Don't Exist.

I hate these devices. ((indie rp blog for Mei Misaki from Another))

[likexaxdoll]

ooc;; guess who’s back 

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rentarc​:

     ‘the change of workplace from my uncle’s side i guess. so that’s how i got myself transferred to the school here too.’

     adult matters, as much as he liked to stay in tokyo, he wouldn’t want to burden his uncle who had been treating well until now. maybe their relationship is not close to the extent of a father and son but, they had been raising him well in his mother’s stead.

     ‘it might get a while for me to adapt the lifestyle here, but to think about it, wouldn’t it be a fresh experience for me too?’ 

     first of all, he’s not really the kind to catch up with the social trend amongst his previous classmates due to the lack of interest in those discussions. maybe the interest of students in a smaller town would differ widely than that of those in tokyo… he hoped. 

     ‘ah, i see. w-well, ready-made meals are always convenient, what recent meal caught your eye? like beef-related or something else?’

“Your uncle?--I see... what school were you transferred to?” 

Mei asked the question with her typical calm, emotionless demeanor. However, she did want to make sure he was not in Yomi North’s 9th grade class 3. 

She simply nodded as he talked about adapting to lifestyle. Mei supposed that 

As they approached their destination, a little grocery store, the teen listened to their question about meals. “Nothing in particular really. I... usually get whatever is cheapest,” she shrugged. Kirika wasn’t made of money running her doll shop in this small town, after all. They weren’t a poor family, but they certainly were on the lower end of middle class with all the expense the business brought.

“We’re here.”

She stopped at the door, making sure he was not too far behind. 

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dokuhebi​:

She saw this ability as a curse, the serpent saw it as completely the opposite. How very much like a god, to have the power to view death before it happened. To know a potential outcome after getting a glimpse of a future mortality. It could be harnessed for the sake of battle, for the sake of wars and conflict. It could determine so very much, even if it did not offer clear or detailed answers. She asks why anyone would want it, the serpent can think of no reason anyone wouldn’t. Death after all, came after everyone. The serpent already had to face the knowledge that every moment they met a comrades eyes, it could be the last time.  Such was the innate paranoia of a person born in to war. They take the picture from her, placing it neatly aside for the moment. Ever curious about this optic. She did not want to part with it, because she needed it for something. Once more proving that even if it was cursed in her opinion, it was still useful enough to keep.  There is a degree of fixation in their gaze now, as they observe her doll like eye with clear obsessive interest. They certainly know the very first question they want to ask, because after finding out what the eye does, there is only one sane thing to try work out next, the means to which this magnificent invention was stumbled upon. They do not know who specifically could want this power, for there are so many possibilities. Perhaps even adding themself to the list. “I would be surprised to find someone in these lands who didn’t want such a power my dear,” they respond honestly, having no cause to hide that threat from her, “in a realm where bloodshed is constant, even the smallest advantage in battle, the smallest prediction, can alter who wins or loses. Your power is invaluable.”

A certain pity she had not done more with her gift, to determine what else it could predict.  “I have two questions,” they state, a brightness to their gaze now, the same lit up expression one might see when offering a dog food, instinctual desire that was perhaps, almost primitively ingrained, “how did you obtain this rare gift, and would you be opposed to trying to better learn it?”

It really struck the girl as odd that anyone would want her ability, and yet even now, here she was rationalizing why she needed it at least for the moment. As they seemed to be intrigued with the doll’s eye, and the two of them were the only ones in sight, she did not mind removing the eye-patch for good (for now) and placing it into her coat pocket. She had already seen that the serpent was not plagued by the color of imminent death, after all. 

Battle. Bloodshed.  Mei was not pleased to hear that such things were so commonplace. While death was a common phenomenon for her class, but outside of that, she was actually pretty sheltered to the woes of the world around her. 

She listened politely as they stated their two questions, then proceeded to answer the first. 

“When I was four years old, my eye developed a terrible tumor that should have killed me-- but with surgery, my life was spared... although my eye was lost. I was told a regular false eye would be unattractive-- so I was given this doll’s eye by my legal guardian. I should not be able to see out of it at all, it should just be a placeholder, and yet...” Mei trailed off, then continued, “I believe the combination of the doll’s eye and my close encounter with death created some sort of connection. I do not think this eye would work on its own were someone to steal it away...” She stopped. She was really just thinking aloud at this point. 

After giving it a moment’s thought, she answered the second question.

 “Would learning about it serve any purpose? If it will, then I will do it.” She had resolve, if nothing else. Mei really only did things if there was a purpose in doing so, even at her own expense. For example, she gave her identity and any hope of friendships and a normal life up when she agreed to be the ‘nonextistent’ student in her class. Yet, she did so wholeheartedly to prevent people from dying if she could help it. That was the purpose. 

[likexaxdoll]

ask-yuno-x-yuki​:

Yuki found Mei not giving her name back, a little suspicious. Not that it was really, but it caused him to wonder why she wouldn’t. Worst case scenario was of course she withheld her name out of fear that they’d recognize her as a diary holder. Almost equally bad, they’d recognize her family name as being the same as one of the diary holder’s they’d already encountered. Or that they’d know she was otherwise connected to the survival game. 

At first glance she seemed pretty quiet, but at the same time he wouldn’t say she necessarily wasn’t the type who Deus might have dragged into this. Yuki himself probably seemed only to be quiet. But that really was worst case. She must have had her own reasons, and it was better not to let his paranoia run wild like this. If something was going to happen, he’d get a text tone like usual. 

“Ah we won’t have any problem with walking. I’m pretty used to running around town back home. I mean Sakurami’s pretty big after all. So we’re used to it.” 

“We won’t be too long after all. It just sounds nice doesn’t it? a romantic time away together where we get the look at the stars and spend time alone in a quiet town. No one bothering us and nothing important to take care of. It’s something i’ve been looking forward to for awhile. But it would be too irresponsible for us to stay too long and not get back to school back home in Sakurami.” Yuno smiled and attempted to talk a bit more as if she was a normal girl. She didn’t think she was particularly bad at pretending. 

“Excuse me but is there something the matter? You seemed to be looking at me a little intensely a moment ago. Have I said something weird?” While it was certainly preferable to her looking at Yuki, Yuno had to wonder why? What was she thinking? For the moment she didn’t have a good reading of Mei at all. 

If Mei knew what was running through the boy’s head, she would have simply given her name. However, she had no idea what Yuki was thinking. 

As Yuno began her explanation for them being there and not wanting to be seen, Mei continued walking. She had never known romance of any kind. She shut down any form of sentiment like that when she had to watch as her sister and best friend fell victim to disease with no way for Mei to stop. She could not become attached like that again, let alone love someone romantically.

“I suppose it would be nice, wouldn’t it? Theoretically,” Mei agreed with the slightest shrug, not even looking back. She did pause for a moment though when Yuno asked her why she had been staring for a moment. 

“Oh... no-- you are just.... something about you is familiar. You remind me of someone else. No one you would no, most likely--” Mei wasn’t terribly fond of questions, but that was one she could let slide. it was warranted, after all. 

“This way,” The teen turned a corner. A young man about her own age with dark blue hair and glasses stopped in his tracks upon seeing her, then headed off in a different direction. One of her classmates. Mei paid it no mind, although it may  have been strange for a newcomer. 

[likexaxdoll]

Where do you hold your love?

Your Result:

in your fingertips

your love is stored in your fingertips; it extends beyond you even when you don't mean for it to. you love through touch, a physical connection that lends you the ability to project beyond words all the things you can't say- the good things, the gentle tender ones that feel like too much to put your own name to. don't worry people understand what you mean; love looks like hands- soft despite the strength.

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dokuhebi​: @dokuhebi​

She was certainly full of surprises, as she reveals an eye artificial in nature. The viper is instantly intrigued, golden eyes tracing the foreign optic, wondering how it worked, what it did, and how it was placed there. They are not the only one who seems to be inquisitive however, whatever this eye was letting her see, it was showing her something about the Sannin. Her expression, which had only altered once, when she hurt herself, morphs in to something shocked.  It would not require a genius to make out what she was about to display. But she wanted to provide evidence, and so too did they wish for that evidence. Because they know nothing about her, not whether she has reasons to lie, and not if she doesn’t. At her request, they get up from their chair and cross a short distance to another desk. A violet flame seems to appear around their hand at their call, chakra as it were, to unlock a seal that kept the locked desk that much more secure. 

From it, they retrieve something that didn’t need the highest level of security, at no risk of theft. A picture. But one that they had kept for years, and would continue to do so. As there were important items within that desk, it is sealed once more by the same violet flame around their hand. Ink markings appearing on the desk before disappearing as if never there. They hand the photo to her, an image of four people. A seven year boy with white hair and a rather mischievous looking grin, a seven year old girl with a blond ponytail and a cheerful smile, a seven year old that could easily be identified as the serpent before her in their youth, with a far more serious and disconnected expression, and lastly, an adult, the teams teacher. “Will this work, dear?” There were two deceased people in that picture, Jiraiya, the white haired boy, and Hiruzen, the only adult. The blond girl, Tsunade, was still very much alive, along with the serpent. Although the latter would be obvious, since she spoke to them in the flesh.  This image contained a legendary and famous team. If she knew anything about this world, it would not have been useful for the test. For everyone knew about the rather tragic tale of Jiraiya and Hiruzen’s death. And most certainly, everyone knew Tsunade was still in a position of power. But she is as lost here as they were when she showed them her devices map.

Mei waited patiently as Orochimaru retrieved the photo, her attention flicking from the ‘color’ they saw emanating from them to the strange violet flame which appeared to... well, she assumed it must be some mechanism to unlock and lock that drawer. That was what intuition told her. 

When the serpent handed her the picture, she nodded. “This will work, yes.”

She then took a glance at the individuals in the photo. 

“The adult... and the boy with white hair,” She pointed at Hiruzen and Jiraya after only a moment of looking at the photo. “They are both dead.” 

The teen took a second before continuing, “The girl in the photo is alive,” Mei concluded. “And, well, the other individual is you-- but... I can tell you have been close to death... or something like that... although, you are very much so alive.” 

Mei studied the photo for a few more moments before extending her hand out to return the photo. 

“I can... I can see if people are dead, or if they will die in the near future should nothing be able to prevent it,” Mei glanced away. “They have a strange color about them that is nothing like the ordinary colors like red or blue--it’s something else entirely. I see other strange colors as well but... those appear less easy to define. In truth, I’ve never tried to hone those abilities and figure them out. I try to keep this eye-patch on at all times.”

The thought that this could possibly all be real, and that someone could be after her ability, was beginning to sink in. Her gaze shifted back to the Sannin. She couldn’t let someone take this ability from her before she got back home and used it to save her friends from the calamity. If there was any possibility that someone intended to take it somehow, she needed to prevent it from happening. 

“Do you really think someone would be after that power? It’s... painful, to know that loved ones are going to die yet have no idea how to stop it. Death is not kind... it’s cold and unforgiving.” She sighed, beginning to put the eye-patch on once again. “However... I need this ability for something when I return home-- so I can’t let anyone take it.” 

Mei glanced down, having finished her explanation of the eye. 

“Is there anything else you would like to know?” 

[likexaxdoll]

dokuhebi​:

They can not help but chuckle softly when she accuses them of potentially not believing her. Moving between realms was a rare gift, but it was not a foreign concept to the serpent. She did not strike them as someone capable of realm hopping, nothing to signify she was as talented as Uchiha Sasuke, nor as lethal as the Otsutsuki. But that does not mean she was not struck by the misfortune of stumbling through someone elses portal. Be it because she had something useful that a shinobi wanted, or be it because she was simply at the wrong place at the wrong time. “I believe you my dear,” they say easily, because they have no reason to think she would make up this wild story. Because lying about the means she landed in Ryuchi would do her no good, and it was the only possible explanation for how she ended up in that near impossible to access cave in the first place. She had asked her own question however, and to keep matters civil, they would answer. She was expected to answer them in turn, after all. “Yes, I do. You are in my village, Otogakure, the Land of Sound. And my home is within this research facility,” they answer her, wondering if she would be able to understand their specific line of work. She did not seem familiar with the nature of jutsu, which was one of the few things they could disclose. The human cloning and more secretive assignments would not be openly discussed with friends, let alone strangers. “I conduct various projects. Some medically related to assist with my paroles orders, some pertaining to ninjutsu, or technologies that assist non-chakra users to acquire such powers. The science within this laboratory aims to improve the human biology, so we may alter it to better suit our needs and requirements. Be that from using natural tools such as evolution and mutation, or by creating various technological advancements to bridge the lacking natural gap.”

Now for one of theirs. “It is likely you have stepped unknowingly through one of our portals. Be it one that merges realms, or be it one that allows you to walk through time,” they say, for they can not be sure if she is from some future, or if she is simply from a different land, “either which way, such portals are not easy to create, and not just anybody can create them. There is the strong possibility you have a gift or talent that somebody is after. Do you have any idea what that could be?”

Mei listened intently as Orochimaru described their research. Jutsu... chakra... there was no way her own mind had thought up these strange concepts. She had heard of chakra before--something a friend had mentioned regarding meditation or something--but nothing super important, according to her recollection. She doubted her knowledge of it was the same as what was being described here. 

“Justu... I’ve never heard of it. I’ve only heard a little about chakra, although I doubt what I know it as is the same as what you know it as,” She explained, her hands playing idly with the fabric of her skirt as they rested in her lap still. 

When the serpent asked their next question, Mei hesitated. She was unsure of what to tell them. If this were a coma, there would be no harm in showing them her eye. It would not change anything. If this was not a coma, she had no idea what would happen if one learned they had the ability to see others’ aura--for now, since she had only trained it on this aspect, the aura of death or near-death. 

Mei sighed. If I had shown them earlier... maybe things would be different, she thought to herself, referring to her classmates. She decided that she would chance showing her ‘abnormality’ to this stranger. 

“I...,”  She began fiddling with the strings of her eye-patch to undo it, “--I can only think of one possibility.” Mei looked away, the discussion of this making her slightly uncomfortable, “Do you have two photos? One of someone dead, and one of someone alive? Without that, it will be hard to explain--” She paused, “But don’t tell me which is dead. That... is the only way I can truly show I am not lying.” She had shown her abilities to others before, and they had all decided she was just crazy or making it up.  She discarded her eyepatch, revealing the teal dolls eye that replaced her own eye at the young age of 4. She gazed upon the serpent, and what she saw puzzled her.  The color I see in them is... unlike anything I’ve ever seen in anyone, She tried to make sense of it. She clearly saw hints that this individual has been close to death, yet, no indication that they were dead or were about to die, or... really, she did not know what to make of it. It was just unique-- and once again, she became curious. 

Her eyes had widened for only a moment, but when she noticed her expression had changed, she quickly altered it to its normal emotionless look. 

[likexaxdoll]

dokuhebi​:

Orochimaru had let the topic drop for the moment, but they would certainly be revisiting it later. Be it by politely bringing it up once they had figured out what brand or seal prevented her from speaking openly, or be it through more unethical means, such as violating the privacy of her thoughts and entering her mind space without invitation.  They would weigh out how necessary it was. Would test the waters a bit more to decide how much this secret would impact them. She had stated knowing was a danger to them, but that did not rule out the potential for danger should they not know. A topic of unspoken risk was not one they would allow to remain buried for very long. Curiosity aside, a shinobi worth their title knew better than to respect the privacy of another, if that respect could lead to potential complications. Since they are not fond of someone bleeding across their laboratory, for hygiene reasons, and to ensure parole had no easy sightings of an unscheduled guest, they decide to intervene with her healing. They take her hand in theirs, turning it over palm up. Their other hand does not touch the wound, tracing over the mark as a dull teal glow simmers from their palm to hers. The wound grows smaller and smaller, until remaining nothing but a darker pigment. A scar like mark that would go away with time. Something a proper med nin would not leave behind, but someone less qualified such as the more combative Sannin had yet to learn to fix. “I heal quickly,” they answer, not finding it surprising she may have pointed it out. Few shinobi had the regenerative abilities the viper did, few could heal their own wounds as if nothing had happened. The practice of healing others was more common place than the practice of regenerating oneself.

They continue their journey through the halls, doors sensing their arrival and sliding open without the need to do so manually, “this is my laboratory, and home,” they answer, finding their seat once in the large research room. Tall shelves reach the high ceilings, with neatly stacked scrolls, folders, vials and various medical apparatus lining each platform. Machines buzz and screens remain a dormant dark blue across multiple computers and devices.  The seat they take is near another chair, sitting before a rather large device that flashes to life upon their arm accidentally brushing the touch pad. Illuminating a platform brightly, the center of the nearest table coming to life to reveal a hologram like image. A landscape that could be viewed in great transparent blue detail, snuffed out when the serpent turns it back off with a few taps on the keypad beside them. “Sit my dear,” they say, an elegant hand gesturing to the free chair near to them, as they cross one leg over the other, “I can not help you if you insist on all these secrets. There must be more you are not telling me hm? The maps you have shown do not exist, not a single street, city or forest is one I have heard of. And within a life as long as mine, I have heard of them all. Why, I have seen the very founding of most villages. I am not accusing you of lying, but these details you feel obligated to omit may compromise my understanding of your situation.”

She watched with utmost curiosity as the other healed her hand. Mei did not mind the fact that a scar was left, so long as the wound itself was no more. Only a moment ago, the hand had still been stinging with pain from being sliced open, a feeling clearly not like any dream she had ever experienced. Yet, the fact that they healed it with some sort of glowing magic--or, something like that-- seemed to only emphasize that this could not be reality. 

“You live in a laboratory?” Without her realizing this, her attention had shifted from looking for an exit to wanting to know more about this stranger. “What sort of research do you conduct?”

When prompted to sit, she did so. Mei wanted to leave, but she wouldn’t be so rude as to demand an exit asap from the individual who just saved her from those snakes, transported her out of a cave, and healed her hand. 

Mei’s curiosity was replaced with her usual indifferent stare when they brought up the “secrets” Mei was keeping. So long as they did not pertain to that Calamity--that wretched curse upon her town--she would answer whatever question they put forth. 

“I don’t like being questioned-- but, I will make an exception, considering the circumstances,” She started, her hands resting in her lap. “I was going on a walk in the forest by my home town, Yomiyama, and I... fell through a hole in the ground, or something similar. I met you not long after that. There is not much more to tell. Believe what I say, or think it’s a lie. That is your choice.” 

She conveniently did not bring up the calamity or anything she did NOT want to be questioned on. Mei tightened the strings on her eye-patch which had come loose since they had transported from the cave to the lab. 

“Is there anything else, more specific, you would like to know?” She looked around the room, taking in all the various vials, scrolls, etc. 

Is this... real? If I am to die, just do it already-- I do not want false hope. Thoughts raced through her head as the pondered the ‘slim’ possibility that this was no coma and was, indeed, something else going on entirely. 

[likexaxdoll]

@dokuhebi​

They have no need to linger once her blood stains the same scroll that theirs does, forming the adequate hand signs before placing their palm to the cavern floor. Smoke erupts, spinning up in the formation a tornado might, yet touching the world without any intent to cause damage or harm. Once more, her world would be toppled upside down as the serpent preforms the reverse summon back home. Where the two more human guests of Ryuchi cave can once more appear in the shinobi world. || “The details of the incident do not like to be discussed.” How very cryptic.  They ponder those words, for the summoning process back home is second nature to them. She speaks both frankly and secretively all at once.  The smoke that had consumed the two figures finally begins to clear, to reveal the inner workings of a laboratory like labyrinth, hallways stretching out like limbs in various directions. Each corridor is lit up by blue lights, bulbs illuminating the walkway hang in the mouths of stone made serpents. Perhaps a little eerie and daunting to most, being in the research facility, but this is home to the viper. A place where they are safe, where their work is conducted, where they have complete freedom. 

“I suppose I will have to accept your answer of evasion for the meanwhile hm?” they say, wondering if perhaps she is plagued by a curse seal. If she is forbidden from speaking on a subject, something Danzo was famous for. They gesture for her to follow, as they take the lead within the laboratory. Their own wound had stitched itself closed, as if it had never been there to begin with. But they can still see the blood lingering on hers. A wound such as that would need to be cleaned at the least, or preferably healed.  “Would you like me to fix that? Or would you prefer to mend it yourself?” they ask. She was most reserved, or so she had appeared so far, and that lead them to believe she may be finicky should they try and patch up the wound without first checking. Perhaps they are still running off shinobi principles, assuming she had likely patched herself up before with all the same techniques this world had to offer. Healing done as if by magic.

A gasp--      Then a moment of panic as the girl was engulfed in this-- whatever this tornado-like structure was-- What... what is going on? The feelings of panic and confusion and the stinging pain from her hand were all clearly real, and she was not sure how to deal with it. Things seemed to be so very real yet so clearly a coma-induced dream all at the same time. Although, she was sure about one thing: The same feeling she had at this moment was exactly what she experienced back in the forest. It was distinctly the same feeling, actually, although it was hard to describe. 

Once the two were in the new location, in the laboratory, Mei began to regain her composure and her typical cool, indifferent demeanor. The teen wished they had gone somewhere in the open, but for now, she was still trapped within a building she was entirely unfamiliar with and had no knowledge of any exit. Her brain was rattled with thoughts that this may actually be real, that the pain from her hand could not possibly be from a dream, that she had felt the same thing even before ‘dying’, and that she--someone who was often a lucid dreamer--would have been able to alter her situation already were this to be a mere dream. 

Could it be possible? Could any of this be anything more than an illusion created by my own mind?

She was once again brought out of her own thoughts when they spoke.  “I will not talk about it-- so, yes. Doing so would likely hurt me as well as you, and possibly others,” Mei insisted adamantly, although her tone was as passive as ever. She was glad when they spoke of something else. 

Right... her hand... for a moment, she had forgotten about it. Yet, it was still bleeding slightly. 

“I have no preference. If you’d like, you can fix it,” Mei assumed the viper meant they would just disinfect and bandage it. 

That’s when she noticed they did not appear to have a wound on their own hand. 

“I see your own hand has healed already,” She observed, curiosity showing for just a moment on her facial features. For just a split second, she had been more focused on learning about his ‘coma dream’ than getting out of it. 

Mei followed the viper, albeit reluctantly. “If you don’t mind my asking, where are we now?” She was already looking around and searching for exits as they walked, as Orochimaru was still very much so a stranger to her. She did not trust this individual--but really, Mei was not very trusting of anyone, so that was nothing new. 

[likexaxdoll]

ask-yuno-x-yuki‌:

“If we’re really the only ones, then I guess we did sort of luck out in coming here. We were looking for someplace where no one would think to look for us after all… ah we’d really appreciate it if you did. Any kind of help is always appreciated with us. I uh guess we should introduce ourselves now. I’m Yukiteru Amano, but everyone really just calls me Yuki, and…” Yuki replies honestly not thinking about how he must sound with the strange explanation only to be stopped mid sentence by the feeling of Yuno giving his hand a light squeeze as if to say he’s already told Mei a little too much about them. 

“Yuno Gasai. It’s a very nice to make you’re acquaintance and yes, thank you so very much. Please lead the way.” Yuno interrupted Yuki to say very politely and very calmly. Honestly she had been wanting to draw less attention to them, but Yuki was always so friendly with people that it tended to go against her own plans a lot of the time. For the moment however, they did need a place to stay. For now she’d go along with all of this. 

Looking for some place where no one would think to look for us... Odd wording, for sure, but Mei had no reason to put much effort into thinking about it’s meaning. 

“Pleased to meet you--” She addressed the both of them, although she did not give her name. She did not do it on purpose, she was just used to ‘not existing’, so what was the point in giving her name? It would be better for others to not know it so no one mentioned her to the other students at the school she attended.  Her gaze fell on Yuno rather than Yuki. Something about the girl just... it reminded her of Izumu Akazawa, actually: a force to be reckoned with. That was her initial thought, simply based on intuition alone. 

“It will be a little bit of a walk,” She stated, headed in the direction of the only hotel in the entire town. 

“Do you intend to stay long?”

Mei wanted to warn them to not stay in this forsaken town for too long-- but she did not want to immediately come off as too strange. 

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rentarc‌:

     ‘actually, that’d be great if i’m not bothering too much of your time.’

     while the opposition seemed to be a person who disliked talking too much, he respected that and attempted to limit irrelevant topics that came up to his mind.

     ‘in tokyo, there are a lot of discounted sales at a certain period. i hope i’m lucky enough to get into one today, would have saved a lot of energy from coming back here again after putting down my luggage at home.’ speaking about tokyo, it’s easy to miss the bustling atmosphere of that city, eventually, he’d adapt to the life here and feeling less homesick.

    ‘are you going for some sorts of sales like that? or just particularly having an item or two missed out from your shopping list?’

Truthfully, she did not mind talking--as long as she was not being questioned. Mei was just... not super talkative, although she liked pleasant conversation. 

“You’re not. I hardly get the chance to interact with others as it is.”  She listened to his statement about Tokyo, truly interested, although she looked just as indifferent as ever. The teen looked down at the ground in thought, contemplating his words for a moment when he asked what she was going out for. She couldn’t just say “my parents don’t always feed me” or anything like that, after all. That would bring her attention she did not want. It wasn’t like she was starving, anyway. 

“More accurately, I want to try a few new food items I haven’t yet. I can’t really cook, but I do like trying new ready made meals,” She stated quietly. 

They would be to the store within a few moments.

Mei could not hold back her curiosity. “So... what brings you all the way from a city like Tokyo to the small town of Yomiyama?”

[rpsandstarters]

Fighting / Aggressive Starters

❝ You oppose us? ❞ ❝ Squeal like a pig! ❞ ❝ Out of our way! ❞ ❝ I. Said. Move! ❞ ❝ Shut your mouth! ❞ ❝ You’re in my way! ❞ ❝ Lemme hear you cry! ❞ ❝ Kneel for me! ❞ ❝ Eat this! ❞ ❝ You’ll pay… ❞ ❝ On your knees! ❞ ❝ Feel my rage! ❞ ❝ Prepare yourselves! ❞ ❝ Let’s wipe them out! ❞ ❝ Done and done! ❞ ❝ They’re in disarray! ❞ ❝ Can we really do this? ❞ ❝ They felt that one! ❞ ❝ Why are you still in our way? ❞ ❝ Let’s wipe ‘em out! ❞ ❝ No time to waste! ❞ ❝ Quiver in fear! ❞ ❝ Don’t get cocky! ❞ ❝ I’ve had it with you! ❞ ❝ Witness our/my resolve! ❞ ❝ You’re dead meat! ❞ ❝ Get wrecked! ❞ ❝ That’s what you get! ❞ ❝ Just die already! ❞ ❝ Time for some pain! ❞ ❝ Blow them apart! ❞ ❝ You shouldn’t annoy someone with an/a [weapon]! ❞ ❝ Let’s punish them! ❞ ❝ Die, die die! ❞ ❝ Taste my fury! ❞ ❝ It’s over! ❞ ❝ Go down! ❞ ❝ Ravage them! ❞ ❝ How’s this?! ❞

[likexaxdoll]

‣✽.  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒!

* 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 :  Mei Misaki * 𝙰𝙶𝙴 :  15 (in main verse) * 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 : 5′0″ (152cm) * 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂 :  human  * 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 :  Female * 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 : Japanese  * 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙳𝙰𝚈 :  April 27th  * 𝚂𝚄𝙽 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽 : Taurus * 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 : Yomiyama * 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : single * 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 :  true neutral    * 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙺 : Herbal tea  * 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙳 : no distinct favorite, but she enjoys sandwiches and sweets.  * 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙾𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 :  night * 𝚂𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂 :  candy, but she doesn’t snack that much * 𝙿𝙴𝚃 : none * 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚄𝚁 : black, red, white, grey, teal * 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 :  Rose, chrysanthemum * 𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 : (referring to used in 18+ verse) demisexual; (used even in main) greyromantic * 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴 :  slender / small / average to underweight * 𝙴𝚈𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁 :  Natural eye is a brownish-reddish color. Doll’s eye is teal-ish green.  * 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁 : Black

TAGGED BY: @dokuhebi​  TAGGING: @ask-yuno-x-yuki​, @deity-of-calamity​

[sasuke-x]

[dokuhebi]

Mei @likexaxdoll​

Mei sighed. She truly did not like the laughter, but… dream or no dream, she supposed she would prefer to not take chances that could lead to something bad.

“Very well. I will show you,” she took her backpack off and knelt beside it to retrieve her flip phone. Hm… it was still there even now… only, there was no service. Odd. In her past dreams, she had at least been able to call others.

Mei flipped to her photo gallery where she had a map set up in case she had gotten lost in the forest… but this? she did not see any cave in this vicinity.

Even more reason to chalk this up to a comatose dream.

In response to Orochimaru’s statement about how she ended up here, Mei’s hand clenched ever so slightly around her phone. Just slightly. They had grazed over a nerve when discussing wandering off alone. “Yes, well, I am more often alone than not… at least, since it began. Yet, this is the first time I have wandered upon something like this. ”

She took a moment to stand and set her bag off to the side. Mei then changed the topic.

“This is the map.”

She took a step forward toward the Sannin to show them the map from her phone.

“Does it jog your memory at all?”

Mei paused. Her gaze flicked upward to meet the others’.

“–and, I believe you never answered my question. Who are you?”

Perhaps, if she were to find her way from this area to her home, she could break out of that comatose state and beat the calamity…

…perhaps. At least, that was her rationale. Do whatever she had to to find her way home.

Of course, she was not even in a coma, but she did not know that.

They listen as she speaks, they watch as she moves. Dropping down beside her bag, exposing the vulnerability of being lower to the ground and easily overpowered from their elevated position. They have no desire to harm her, but as a shinobi, they can not help map out every time she bares her throat, or forgets to keep an eye on them. Untrained. Her every movement is untrained. It is not hard to study that she is not a shinobi. She doesn’t walk, talk or act like one. She doesn’t analyze a situation as if she is ready for a scrap at any moment, she doesn’t seem hyper aware of traps or seals that could be counted as foul play.  “Before it began?” they say, again their words are lined with unshed laughter, “how very ambiguous and unforthcoming.”  They will question her on that later, for now, she has presented something equally as perplexing. Yellow eyes find the glow of the screen and detail the map upon it. In this modern era, technology is not new. All the same, this device is not familiar to them. A scientist who indulged the most sophisticated technology to date. More interesting than the flipped open device itself, was the map however. It was not a known land, designed strangely. Too large to be unknown to someone who had traveled as much as the viper.

It is taken from her then, the brush of their cold hand against hers. Chilled from the water they had been dabbling in. “These roads do not exist here,” they say simply, wondering from which realm she may have perhaps been summoned from. She looked too human to be from any of the animal clans they knew. And those of human blood resided in one of the countries, from Wind to Fire. The name of all the roads, cities and the country itself presented by her phone simply did not have a place on the globe. She is handed the item back, where they regain their temporarily lost smile. “My name is Orochimaru,” they finally answer, before revealing a scroll from their sleeve. The serpents in this cave are growing restless, and the scent of prey would only call for more of them. If they were to keep her alive without issue,to preserve this oddity, leaving this realm would be crucial. They open the scroll before taking out a blade from their pouch, which is offered to her by the handle. A stranger she may be, but they do not fear arming such an inexperienced looking being. They use the next blade they draw to run a cut down the palm of their hand. Where they can use the steady flow of blood to create a red line on the inked paper they had unraveled. They look to her expectantly. “You want to leave this place correct? I suggest you draw blood and follow my lead.”

[likexaxdoll]

“The details of the incident do not like to be discussed,” Mei stated flatly. In truth, she could probably tell everything about the calamity in great detail here with no backlash-- but, of course, she was not aware that she was so far from Yomiyama. The teen allowed the phone to be taken from her with no reluctance. Even if they were to not return it... she hated those devices. Mei did not like to be kept track of everywhere at every moment of every day, and Kirika used that phone for that purpose exactly.

Mei expected Orochimaru to know where on the map they were, but their answer? It left her at a loss. So much for using her phone to gain knowledge of the area and making it out of this comatose state. Mei just wanted to get home. She just wanted to have one more chance at taking the calamity head on... if she hadn’t been such a coward, and had just taken off her eyepatch, maybe... maybe she would know who is dead and somehow, in some way, done something about it. Now she would most likely die in whatever semi-conscious state she was in, and more of her friends would follow. At least, that was what she believed. 

“I suppose, then, it is nice to meet you-- if that means anything,” the girl stated when Orochimaru introduced themselves. She could not form any semblance of a smile, for she was just upset that it was really ‘ending’ like this.

Yet... she was distracted from those thoughts and focused the situation at hand when a knife was offered to her. 

Most in her position and from her background, whether under the presumption of a coma or otherwise, would reject the notion that she would have to cut her own hand open to do some sort of... some sort of ritual to leave a cave. 

Mei? She did not like to waste her time. The other individual had done the same first, and she did want out of there, so... why not? Perhaps she could still make it out somehow, and that was what she told herself. Anything to get home. 

She took the blade with little hesitation and did as suggested. She drew blood from the palm of her hand with the knife... wait...

that should not have actually hurt! ...right? Mei’s eye widened just slightly as she felt the pain and then the warmth of her own blood seeping from the wound. 

 Before she could process anything, she wanted out of this cave. Mei was smart, and she did not want to be in a place that was ‘forbidden’ to most and inhabited by giant snakes. She could process her confusion about actually feeling the pain later. Without a word, she moved her hand onto the scroll to create a red line like they had done. She may not have been trained for this world, but Mei was a quick learner and could follow directions to a T.

[likexaxdoll]

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