paixaorpg | Starting Out With Violence [Active]

Character(s): Deidara, open
Content: Niflheim gate
Setting: Deidara enters Paixao.
Time: week 2, evening
Warnings: language, violence

When Deidara turned to tell Tobi to stop being an idiot and stay out of his way for the fight, he found that his annoying partner was nowhere to be found. Turning back to look again at Sasuke, he saw instead a gate made of ice, a line of vapid-looking blonds, and a massive dome he had never before seen or heard of. Even without entering, he could see the architecture inside--was an entire city in there?--and he could already imagine it falling to pieces and shattering to shining dust under an onslaught of perfectly sculpted bombs.

But before he could do that, he had to figure out where he was, and how he had gotten here. A time-space jutsu was his first thought, but he hadn't noticed anything, and certainly the Uchiha brat hadn't done anything. He marched through the gate.

"Sir," a guard, as pale as the rest of the line, called him, and Deidara, amused, stopped. "Sir, you can't cut in line. You have to wait in line for your journal."

Deidara's brow quirked, and, ignoring the admonishments given just moments earlier, pushed his way to the front of the line. "Yeah? Where the hell is this?"

"Sir, you can't--"

That was enough of this; Deidara blew the man up and picked up a machine in a claylike brown that seemed to be what he was handing out. Just for the sake of matching, Deidara blew up the rest of the line as well.

So, it was time to see just what this city would have in store.

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A ruckus. That was pretty much the only way to describe things about this city. Noises and emotions seemed to abound in chaotic messes and the lack of balance between them was a bit unnerving to the Knight of Sound.

Needless to say even the walls did nothing to reduce the combined mix of erratic fear, confusion and rage from the area of the Niflheim gate. He touched his feet to the ground near the gate, uniform cape billowing behind him, simply taking the time to listen cautiously and keep aware of his surroundings.

And so he waited to see who was causing the craziness outside the city walls.

Deidara strolled in as if he hadn't left a trail of oddly glowing blue blood all around him, pausing to inspect the blood but only thinking that it really would look nice with his art--a little flourish was always nice. There were citizens, but he ignored them, as they looked much the same and shrunk away from him anyway--even while giving him dirty looks. Oh well. He grinned cheerily at them.

The man in the cape, though, stuck out, and Deidara gave him a curious once-over. Perhaps he'd come to see what was going on? Or maybe to eliminate him. That wouldn't be anything new.

He grinned at the white-haired man, too.

For lack of anything more pressing to do, Obito had been spending the day jumping across buildings and scanning the people milling about the city for anyone he recognized. Thus far, luck had not been with him. It seemed like everybody he'd met since arriving had up and disappeared again. But, that was how the city worked, wasn't it? You appear randomly and then you disappear just as randomly.

He wasn't in any particular hurry to disappear back to his real life himself, for a few reasons. Primarily was how cool this place was. He'd been reading scifi comics from as early as most children read "Go Dog Go" and Paixao was like one of those come to life. No, more like ten of them smashed together and come to life. The next most prevalent reason he didn't particularly want to return to Konoha just yet was the one that he tried not to think about. Because in Konoha, he was supposed to die soon. Before the year was out. As he understood it, it was a good death, but still, if he could put it off and enjoy exploring Paixao a bit longer, he wouldn't mind that.

He had worked his way into the southern-most dome and hopped through the neighborhood there (it was his favorite) and decided to check out the gate there before moving on. He tended to meet pretty cool people at the gates, after all. The area around the gate looked like it had seen better days, but the scene did not particularly phase a shinobi growing up in the middle of a war. What caught his attention most was a person walking around in the middle of it and wearing the same coat as Zetsu had. Another shinobi!

Obito jumped off a rooftop and bounded up to the newcomer without thinking particularly hard, offering a shout as he went. "Hey! I'm not the last one!" He ran up right in front of the blond man before the stupid grin dropped off his lips and he became still suddenly. How had it not occurred to him to check the man's forehead protector? Rock. Those guys that his country was at war with. Shit.

Sasame blinked at the blonde man grinning at him. He obviously had no physical weapons on him. Sasame's only weapon he ever needed was sound, but he hoped he wouldn't have to use it. He was going to attempt to introduce himself, until a rather small individual came out of nowhere from a rooftop. He heard the shout first before seeing the young boy who froze in place, between them.

He took a deep breath, readying himself just in case he needed sound, though. "I'm Sasame. Just looking out and seeing who or what was causing the chaos over this end of the city." He paused, looking at both of them, not specifying who he was addressing, "You are?"

Deidara's attention was caught by the other ninja looking all too excited to see them. He was reminded of Tobi for a moment, in the mannerisms, in the way the boy ground to a halt when his eyes met his forehead protector. And it only made sense, Konoha and Iwa had never had the best of relations. Of course, Deidara's symbol was struck out. But the black hair, the dark eyes, it reminded him suspiciously of an Uchiha. And while Konoha-nin were annoying, Uchiha were... Special.

"Deidara," he said, still looking more at the other shinobi than at the white-haired man.

Obito turned, just enough that Deidara might have caught sight of the fan appliqued to the back of his jacket, when Sasame spoke. He hadn't noticed him before, he'd been excited to find another ninja that hadn't disappeared yet. After glancing at the white haired man, he quickly turned his attention back to the other ninja. On closer inspection of the forehead protector, Obito noticed that he wasn't just standing in front of a Rock-nin. This man was apparently a missing-nin as well.

Well crap. Kakashi would just love this. Way to not pay attention. But the man was wearing the same outfit as Zetsu had been, so maybe he was okay...

"I-I'm Obito..." he said in not as boistrous a voice as he usually used.

Similar headbands between the two, though the cross-out on Deidara's seemed to hold a lot of meaning to Obito, or at least that was the impression he got.

Sasame had to smile a little Obito's antics, who suddenly seemed a whole lot less enthusiastic. It reminded him quite a bit of Mannen, the reckless leader of the younger half of the Leafe Knights.

He honestly wasn't sure how to react right now. The kid seemed like he was hesitant about Deidara, but Deidara seemed more interested in the kid.

"It's a pleasure to meet both of you." Sasame kept his voice level and gentle, with a slight bit of amusement in the tone.

Looking directly at Deidara, the amusement increased slightly, though truthfully he was just putting on an act for this, "Was there a particular reason for the chaos over here, Deidara, or were you just looking for something to entertain yourself?"

"They pissed me off," Deidara said in reply to Sasame's question, though his attention was on Obito. The familiar fan hadn't escaped his attention, and his visible eye was narrowed dangerously. "You. You're an Uchiha, un."

His tone was quiet, with just a hint of anger behind it--more than might have been necessary for such a statement. But the fear the little Uchiha brat seemed to be displaying made him perhaps not as angry as he might have been.

Maybe he wouldn't kill the brat right away.

After Sasame's question to Deidara, Obito looked around and noticed the carnage for the first time. He paled slightly and mentally kicked himself. He'd been so focused on the coat Deidara was wearing that he completely failed to notice anything else. Good job, Obito. You're the worst ninja ever.

He flinched slightly at Deidara's accusation, his eyes snapping back to the blond shinobi's. Crap. One of his relatives must have killed this Iwa-nin's friends or family or something... This just wasn't his day...

"Er, y-yeah... Um..." he fidgeted uncomfortably, feeling like a scolded child. "Sorry...?"

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