#valtielsdarkness

[chiariuchiha]

What is this? Tempting and yet non-descript. An enticing little package. Nothing ominous. A gift (and when opened, a wonderful cloud of purple glitter will erupt, covering everything.). 

She can't help but be suspicious of a gift - who even knew how to find her? Still... she can't resist opening it, if only out of curiosity.

...

"Someone will die."

[hatredcurse]

The body furled inward towards itself; pallid and grey. Nagato stood over it with an unreadable expression, unable to discern whether it was worth gathering the limbs and properly disposing it, or allowing it to rot into the Earth naturally. Either option was undesirable. Plainly, it felt like a waste.

" Oh, I poisoned that one, " said Orochimaru. || @valtiels-darkness

" Hm, I thought you were reformed now? " Nagato spoke, smacking the heel of the man with his cane, feeling how the metal tip catches into the soft slack of its body.

" As this is your handiwork, instruct me on how you would like to deal with your latest pet project? It must be a waste to leave it laying here, " with a snide addition, " someone might gather a sample, replicate your work, can you risk that? "

[chiariuchiha]

"Lightning." Harsh. Illuminating for only a moment and a thunderous crack that always followed.

((OOC: Incandescent Streetlamps. A nostalgic glow to them!))

"Oh."

She isn't sure how to respnd to that. Do you say thanks to that or do you acknowledge the gnawing regret at being recckless enough to be noticed?

Perhaps, like lightning, she would prefer to be difficult to spot, in the sense of how lightning was often gone by the time your eyes focused on it, existing only for a second.

[konohadaddies]

What is this? Tempting and yet non-descript. An enticing little package. Nothing ominous. A gift (and when opened, a wonderful cloud of purple glitter will erupt, covering everything.).  (Your choice)

Mismatched eyes surveilled the package, considering what he thought of it. Not many knew where to find him, even fewer would think to give him a gift of any kind. Besides that, there was no significance to the day that he could think of. Still...he really hadn't gotten any gifts since his family was wiped out.

Picking up the package, he turned it this way and that, humming faintly in thought. It didn't look dangerous...but those who knew where he was to be able to deliver a gift like this...they were dangerous. Which decided that. Sighing almost inaudibly, he held the box before him as he drew upon his chakra and...

It erupted in flames.

[hatredcurse]

What is this? Tempting and yet non-descript. An enticing little package. Nothing ominous. A gift (and when opened, a wonderful cloud of purple glitter will erupt, covering everything.).  (to Nagato. had to go off anon to send DX)

To entice this one was quite the feat. A letter all the same as the many others that pass through to his altar and sooner to be discarded among the piles of tithes, prayers, requests, and insults off near his archives.

Dull blade slips under folded edge, lifting the lip of the wrapping before —— silver glitter dusts over stark black attire completely.

It didn't stop at his lap. A total splatter threads new, gaudy shine into the stitching of his shirt, sticking to alabaster skin stretched taut over clavicle, and dipping the tips of crimson hair, paint brush to shimmering paint.

Blankly staring over the mess, he could only sigh.

[hatredcurse]

Wordless and wraith-like, Orochimaru slid onto Nagato's lap, mindful of the scroll that the man was poring over. He was in... a sepulchral mood; needing to feel real. To feel alive. It had become second nature for him to seek physical comfort from Nagato, and thus, he pressed his forehead into the other's slightly warm neck. Grounding himself.

This was an unbidden invitation, yet not an unwelcome one. Arms moved to reflex, unclasping the scroll, shifting upwards to allow the invasion into his sacred space.

Cold skin on dead skin — somehow the cadaver held heat where the immortal didn't, the barest of blood pushing through his veins, powering his metabolism.

" Must I handle what ails you? " he asked, aching God eyes locked on cursive text over parchment that bordered Orochimaru in and the rest of the world out.

[bladedhunter]

A rather large, sable and chestnut scaled serpent slithered before the Sannin's (more conflicted) former student. Around the summon's neck was a simple black ribbon that entwined a simple blackened iron hand guard and a crimson obsidian pommel.

",A gift for your day of hatching," The serpent, an inland taipan, hissed in that broken attempt that the lesser serpent summons held. More accustomed to Ryuuchi Cave than the likes of the human lexicon. It's tongue flicked about lazily ",For your chokutō.," It swayed to and fro as it continued ",Orochimaru-Sama found them.," It leaned in close, nominally harmless, save for its venom. ",An artifact to enhance the blade.,"

There it stilled, waiting and patient.

He recognizes the serpent immediately as one from Ryuuchi Cave. Realizing what it's doing here with its body wrapped around pieces of a sword and a ribbon around its neck takes a moment longer. At first, Sasuke thinks this is a gift from Aoda; unusual, and also Aoda shouldn't know his birthday, but this is still his first thought.

Unthreatened, he reaches down and takes the pommel and hand guard with an appreciative murmur. Also, it'll relieve the small snake of the heavy weight. It's then the snake reveals Orochimaru is the one who, presumably, the gift is from.

Orochimaru didn't come to wish him happy birthday himself. Sasuke doesn't mind, but it is noticed nonetheless.

"Tell Orochimaru thanks, I suppose," Sasuke says after a moment, feeling the weight of the two items in his hand. "Not that I mind the delivery, but he can come in person next time. I won't hurt him." He's polite because of the snake, not Orochimaru. It's a small thing, and he appreciates its effort.

[konohadaddies-a]

Deep Azure (From Orochimaru)

Generally, Hakai didn't have to worry about anyone else stumbling upon his onsen. Not between the Inuzuka warning people to stay away from Dog Mountain and the forest at its base and his own pack of hounds patrolling the area. But the rustling in the woods definitely spoke of someone approaching. While he'd first assumed that it would be one of his hounds, perhaps Kuma as she liked the warmth on her hips, instead it was a person.

He did at least have a towel over his groin, though only because catching claws in that area from his hounds jumping in the water was overdone on that first happenstance. Thankfully he'd kept his ring on and still looked like an Inuzuka. Dark blue eyes looked skeptically, though not afraid, up at the newcomer.

"Can I help you?" His voice was smooth, but sharp, not fond of having his space encroached upon.