Nagato Uzumaki (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
teachingpeace) wrote2013-07-15 03:05 pm
teachingpeace) wrote2013-07-15 03:05 pm
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1 Jutsu: [Action]
[When Nagato woke up, he was more than a bit confused, especially with the way sunlight was filtering through the window off to his right and shining down into his face. There were multiple reasons why this was confusing.
First, last he'd checked he'd been outside. Second, he was on something squishy, which indicated a bed or futon, most likely. Third, not even a moment ago he'd been returning to being dead. Somehow, the last seemed to be the most glaring of these points, and he finally cracked open his eyes, squinting against the light before pushing himself to a seated position.
The gesture was more than enough to alert him to the tug of something on his back, and looking over his shoulder to see the bright crimson wings... It almost made him laugh, because Konan was the angel, not him. He was just the idiot who mucked everything up trying to be a god. Something in the universe clearly had a sense of humor.
A look around found him his clothes, which he was admittedly reluctant to pull on given that they'd been what he'd been wearing while revived, but he finally tugged on the dark cloak and got off the bed, peeking around doorways before heading out into the communal hall to make his way outside.
If this was the afterlife, then he intended to explore!]
(OOC: Feel free to catch him anywhere from his room to outside somewhere, he'll be using the stairs in the first apartment building to head out.)
First, last he'd checked he'd been outside. Second, he was on something squishy, which indicated a bed or futon, most likely. Third, not even a moment ago he'd been returning to being dead. Somehow, the last seemed to be the most glaring of these points, and he finally cracked open his eyes, squinting against the light before pushing himself to a seated position.
The gesture was more than enough to alert him to the tug of something on his back, and looking over his shoulder to see the bright crimson wings... It almost made him laugh, because Konan was the angel, not him. He was just the idiot who mucked everything up trying to be a god. Something in the universe clearly had a sense of humor.
A look around found him his clothes, which he was admittedly reluctant to pull on given that they'd been what he'd been wearing while revived, but he finally tugged on the dark cloak and got off the bed, peeking around doorways before heading out into the communal hall to make his way outside.
If this was the afterlife, then he intended to explore!]
(OOC: Feel free to catch him anywhere from his room to outside somewhere, he'll be using the stairs in the first apartment building to head out.)
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[He knew when he made someone uncomfortable, after all, but if Shikamaru wished to ignore it, then he would too. If you ignored something like that long enough, it did eventually wear off. Sort of.]
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No, Naruto can only start a change, light it inside someone. It's up to that person to continue forward on the path he shows them.
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And that's perfectly okay. It's a start.
Maybe eventually you'll wish to interact with me on my own merits.
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[Not right now he doesn't. But things change in Luceti. Two years ago, he'd have never seen himself playing with Uchiha Itachi of all people. If that could happen, anything goes he supposes.]
For now, the others know enough about this place to inform you on the necessary things. [Naruto, Konan... Itachi, he presumes.] If you need anything beyond that, we can talk again.
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I won't keep you any longer.
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[And he's off.]