thirty-second breath ✧ voice(private)/action - double post - fourth wall

[musubi]

[The following post works as a fourth wall event post for both Isamu (musubi) and Itachi (yourhatred). Action threads are provided separately within the entry.]



[PRIVATE]
Richard, I know you're gonna see this, you asshole.

Times are tough. I get it. I know you're upset. But running away all the time isn't going to fix shit.

And if you don't get back here... Something's gonna happen, man. I'm in deep trouble here and I'm afraid.

I don't want to die again.

[Okay, that's pouring it on a little thick, but if calling for help doesn't get the blond to come back (fake as it is), he doesn't know what will.]

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[action - Isamu]

[musubi]

[Isamu can be found in your local grocers, plucking items off the shelf and tossing them into the basket with very little care. He seems irritated by something, and it isn't actually the current event.

Yet.

He may snap at you if you get in his way, though.]

[ozwell]

[Hubert is not at all happy about waking in the produce section (again), though he has no wings to cause him additional discomfort this time around. Blinking, then shaking away the drowsiness of waking, he hastily pushes himself off.

He's barely been on his feet for five minutes when he happens upon a familiar figure.]

. . . Sir Isamu.

[musubi]

[Isamu stops at the familiar voice. He catches the lack of wings, frown deepening - though not in anger.]

So you remember me, huh?

[ozwell]

[The frown from before hadn't escaped his notice; for the time being, Hubert will courteously focus on the immediate "now."

He nods.]

I remember everything and everyone. Not one memory is hazy—which is rather odd, as I seem to recall that the wings are what made communication between otherworlders feasible.

How long has it been?

[musubi]

[He shrugs. Frankly, he doesn't care to think of the ins and outs of that sort of thing.]

I'm bad at keeping track of time here. Couple months? Maybe more?

[ozwell]

[Hubert shakes his head.]

I dread to think of what's transpired in the house since my departure.

[He has great faith in his brother, Isamu. Can you tell?]

[musubi]

[He snorts.]

Oh come on. We're not that hopeless.

[action - Itachi]

[yourhatred]

[Itachi finds these events... somewhat disturbing, and yet his curiosity keeps him from staying within his house for the duration of it (even if this may be the best option in the long run).

Instead he may be found sitting in Seventh Heaven with just a cup of tea, listening to various new patrons come and go.]

[action - Itachi]

[mamaterasu]

[Alas, poor Itachi. Leaving your home may be mildly difficult this morning, seeing as how the way through the door is blocked by a sleeping ball of white fluff. A wolf, to be precise - or a sun goddess, whichever you prefer or are capable of seeing. Either way, Ammy kicks her feet slightly as she dreams, snorting and grunting every few seconds before reclaiming a new, more comfy position.]

[action - Itachi]

[yourhatred]

[There are other ways out of the house! He's tempted to just ignore the animal and leave another way, but it's probably best if the creature simply didn't sleep there.

He lays a hand on its head and gives it a gentle nudge, ready to initiate his sharingan should it prove violent.]

[action - Itachi]

[mamaterasu]

[Such things won't be necessary, for the moment Ammy feels what she thinks is a warm and gentle hand giving her head a pat, her tail begins to thump happily against the ground and she rolls over onto her back paws up to her muzzle, presenting her belly. Head pats are awesome, no lie, but she'd really love a belly rubby right now, too.

Please to be rubbing? She'll even blink one eye open after a loud yawn to see just who this person is that's giving her some much needed attention. Hm...she's never seen a stranger like that before.]

[action - Itachi]

[yourhatred]

[That gets a raised brow from Itachi. He doesn't work much with dogs. Birds and cats, yes. But not dogs.

Still, it's easy enough to see what the creature wants. After a pause, the ninja sighs and kneels down further in order to give a few pats to the animal's stomach as well.]

[action - Itachi]

[mamaterasu]

[Hm, a stoic type, isn't he? Ammy knows a few of those! Namely those two Oina warriors, Oki and Samickle, though this man seems even more stoic than those two combined. She huffs as she watches his curiously, taking in his strange garb and the metal plate on his forehead, then begins wagging her tail and "smiling" as he crouches down and pats her belly like she wanted.

Yaaay, she got what she wanted! Ammy rolls her head back with a very pleased sound, kicking her legs a few times before reaching up to try and give this guy's hand a few appreciative licks. Thank you, friend.]

[action - Itachi]

[yourhatred]

Hm.

Do you belong to anyone around here, I wonder? Or are you your own animal?

[action - Itachi]

[deathsdoctor]

... you might want to stay out of the bathroom at home. It's gotten... tentacle-y.

[Screw his usual habit of staying out of this place. These are special times and it's worth intruding into Seventh Heaven.]

[action - Itachi]

[yourhatred]

....

[Itachi blinks a couple times, but is he really surprised? ...Not really.]

...I see.

[action - Itachi]

[deathsdoctor]

Yeah. I don't think the rest of the village is holding up any better.

[Is that tea? Hmmm... he wants something a little stronger. Waiter, sake. Luceti goes better with alcohol today.]

... I have the nagging feeling this has all happened before, don't you?

[action - Itachi]

[yourhatred]

Mn.

[Itachi nods.]

I'm almost certain that it has.

[action - Itachi]

[deathsdoctor]

Oh seas. [Sighing so hard.] That means we'll likely not remember any of this.

[Since he can't remember anything of the other times beyond nagging feelings.

... and then a cherry pie in high heels and speaking flirtatious french struts by...]

Although there are times it doesn't seem like a terribly bad thing. [Offering the bottle of sake.] Want some?

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

[And see this Richard does, just as Isamu was hoping. Also just as Isamu was hoping, this plays right into his guilt complex and his protectiveness over his friend; combine that with what Sanji told him about this Naoki's conversation with Isamu, and you get a genuinely concerned Richard who thinks that Isamu might be in danger.

Okay, correct that. A slightly panicked Richard who is pretty sure that Isamu IS in danger. Either way, that's all it takes to finally pry him away from where he's been hiding at the hot springs for the past two weeks and send him jogging back home, perhaps a bit faster than is really prudent.]

[Action]

[musubi]

[And Isamu will be... in the kitchen. Because why not, right? Gotta put these cooking skills to use somehow.

Richard barging into the house causes him to grab a knife and hold it up as if he knows what to do with it, because that's just a little bit startling.]

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

[The fact that Isamu is holding up a knife doesn't do anything to reassure Richard, that much is for certain. Instead, though he doesn't have his sword with him, he whirls around in search of an invisible assailant, ready to cast a spell if needed.

Welcome home?]

[Action]

[musubi]

[Isamu sighs and sets the knife back on the counter.]

It's okay, Richard. You just startled me, man.

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

[It takes Richard a moment, but he finally relaxes somewhat and turns to face Isamu, confusion evident on his face.]

You aren't being attacked? But your message...

[Action]

[musubi]

Dude, if I was in the process of being attacked I would have called on someone I knew for a fact was close. I didn't know where you were.

I said I was worried something was going to happen.