#jozetsuka

[chiariuchiha]

Zetsu with a bowl cut isn’t real

Zetsu with a bowl cut can’t hurt you

[holy-havoc]

[artisanshinobi]

Deidara.

I have a question.

Or, more of a curiosity about your clay and your ability to mould things.

A small number of curiosities, actually. So, more than one.

One, can your clay be detonated by any other means outside of the remote activation of your jutsu? Like if the clay was set on fire by a jutsu, or by a match.

Second, can you mould your clay into everyday shapes and objects? Like a candle, or a box of matches.

And thirdly, the least important, and more for my own personal interest, can your clay be painted? Is there a way for you to introduce different colors to your clay??

"Of course I can make stuff like that. I've made a bouquet of flowers once before. But when it comes to color... I don't really know. I think you need a special mixture for it? Though I suppose you could use acrylic paint or something." he shrugged his shoulders.

"And as for your first question-- just sit back and enjoy the art. That's all you need to worry about. Hm."

[taoreshi]

a starter for @jozetsuka

At a glance, one could easily guess what was amongst Kisame's most prominent strengths. He stood a head or two taller than most humans, let alone those that made up the Akatsuki proper, and every bit of bulk made for a formidable opponent to square up to. His techniques were relentless, and his nose for ferreting out a foe's weakness was unparalleled. But what did not meet the eye was his cunning. Brutish, yes, but by election, not consequence of wielding muscle and muscle alone.

Kisame took his losses seriously. And to lose as catastrophically on his latest mission as he had made the ningyo positively restless. The moment he had dragged his and Itachi's half-dead bodies to headquarters, Kisame had been set on settling the score. He brooded as he healed, taking uncharacteristically to every book or scrap of knowledge he could of the foe that had made him kneel. It was a hard blow to the pride to think he had been brought so low by a fucking plant. It did not even have a brain or much strength in the vine, but what it lacked in every other aspect on the surface, it excelled in its chakra poison. Samehada even now was still a bit queasy on the stomach. So, there Kisame was, out of bed, certainly against what their resident medic, Kakazu had instructed. Outside Zetsu's door, a heavy fist rattled the door. "Excuse me, at this hour." Ever polite, Kisame was mindful it was late. But he could not stand idly lounging about when he could make progress in understanding his foe. There was only so many books on aggressive plantlife he could stomach reading before needing to converse. And what better a professional than a plant itself? "If you have time for a few questions..."

[smilingshxdows]

STOP LOOKING GO AWAY-

@jozetsuka

[leucistics]

Early mornings in the research wing are quiet, more droll than tranquil. The preservation room, unlike most of the other labs, is devoid of beeping machinery or the whirring of computer fans. With a lack of disturbances, the peace is easily interrupted with the opening of the door. With Suigetsu on special assignment and Karin on leave, Orochimaru resumes the duties of checking in on the White Zetsu specimen.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Good morning," she greets, insouciant. "Are you hungry?"

It's an admittedly pointless question. She would give the Zetsu its food regardless of whether or not it engages in conversation. Chatting with it, however, still serves a purpose. Carrying a covered bowl over from the tray table by the entrance, Orochimaru approaches and invites herself to set it down on the overbed table.

starter for @jozetsuka

[angelofamegakure]

ALL HAIL THE RED QUEEN 🙌

[shcrdcdlifc]

“Sooooo, why is there a weird plant guy following me??”