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Event Ten.
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Pushed his sister in a well. Mother said, while drawing water, "My, it's hard to raise a daughter." | |
Welcome to Awash's tenth event log, and the intro log for this month, everyone! All new characters have found themselves waking in the well in the middle of the Town. Hopefully they can get a hand out! For more information, please go here! | |
t's pretty dark and miserable down in the well. The cavernous area feels much larger than a well should be, bodies milling about in the darkness and knee deep, frigid water. So you're here -- and you're not alone, and the only way out appears to be the thin circle of sunlight from above, the opening of the well.
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He hasn't been this revered since Boruto called him cool and demanded to be his student.]
You don't have to do that.
[Momo steps away, but Sasuke's hand lingers on Momo's elbow and forearm until he's sure the guy isn't going to collapse, especially not in thanks. Sasuke's arm doesn't drop so much as pull a disappearing act beneath the cloak.]
We should look around. Where are you from?
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(he's confused, disoriented, and still anxious about where he is and how he got here, but most of all, he's grateful— he can think of a million questions that start with how and why, but he doesn't insult Sasuke's intelligence by asking any of them.)
When he recovers, all Momo does is flick water from his sleeves and smile. ]
Me? I'm just another guy from Tokyo, so I'm not that great at wilderness exploring... sorry! [ Not too apologetically, though, because he wants to keep it light. ] But I've got a lot of stamina! I can try to keep up.
[ A wink, as he starts pushing through tall grass. ] —Thanks again, though, Sasuke-san. I really owe you one, so let me know if I should keep my owl eyes open for anything or anyone for you!
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You don't have to apologize so much. [Thank God he isn't some edgy, unstable youth, or he maybe would have put the sword through Momo's stomach by now. No... he's only a humble dad now. Momo lucked out.] Three teenagers.
Their names are Boruto, Sarada, and Mitsuki, if you happen to see them. [Naruto, Sakura, or Hinata could be here, too. So could any of their class. But they can handle themselves. They'll find him.
He's worried more about the kids.
Momo goes, and Sasuke falls in line to follow. They get maybe several yards before he slows to a stop and twists in another direction. He stands there still, almost as if he's listening.]
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That said, Momo just assumes that Sasuke is from some cool regional place like, say, Koyasan, and contents himself with memorizing these three names for the time being. Mitsuki is an easy one to remember, given that he also knows A Mitsuki. ]
Boruto, Sarada, and Mitsuki— got it.
[ And that's as far as he gets with that, before he's spinning on his heels to catch up with this new course of action. ] ...What's up? Did you see something...?
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No. I feel something. [Again, he's quiet and still for a few seconds, and then he turns to lift his hand and poke two fingers into Momo's chest.] Here.
A calling. I felt it when I jumped out of the well the first time, too. Do you feel anything? A place.
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S... Sasuke-san...! We're moving too fast, I don't even know what your favorite food is...!
[ And then, you know, he actually digests the rest of Sasuke's statement beyond the first 5 words. Again, Momo is lucky Sasuke mellowed the hell out. ]
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[ good save nerdlord ]
I think I know what you mean... It's just a general gut feeling, but those are usually right. Like, "I should be heading this way".
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He lets the meaning catch up to Momo without any kind of disgust or correction.]
Rice balls with tuna flakes and tomatoes. Nothing sweet.
[And without any kind of clarification, he turns and begins walking slowly in the direction the town is pulling him. He doesn't seem to be trying to lose Momo, at least.]
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Sasuke's biggest mistake is giving Momo even an inch to work with; Momo's databank of useless facts about people is ever-expanding, and he files this new tidbit as something he can weaponize against Sasuke later.
Which is to say, one day he'll show up at Sasuke's door with tomatoes. Again, RIP. ]
—Tuna flakes are super good, I love them too! [ Beam...ing, as he trails behind. The town is pulling him in another direction, but he ignores it for now; his heart can follow its own path later. ] Here's to hoping that there are things here that remind us of home.
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It's possible. We'll have to see.
[Unfortunately, Sasuke makes the worst conversation partner. He's quiet along the way unless Momo is the one who decides to initiate conversation. His focus is mostly on their surroundings and the way ahead to Flavo, the other portion on Momo in case there's danger.
Someone please save Momo from Sasuke Uchiha.]
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But the fact of the matter is that this stupid fucking nerdlord follows Sasuke all the way to Flavo anyway, even after the conversation's dried up into a husk of a corpse that they trample over. As if anyone asked or even needs help from a 20-something who is, in fact, a lot less remarkable than his stage persona.
When they finally hit Flavo, just on the outskirts of all of those ominous trees and thorns, Momo heaves a breath. ]
—This is like something out of Snow White, isn't it? Or maybe Goldilocks and the Three Bears... [ He laughs. Lowers his shoulders. ] Be careful, Sasuke-san. Don't drink soup that's been set out on tables or accept apples from strangers from here on out, okay?
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Mostly.
He glance at Momo, the single visible eyebrow rising briefly, curiously.] Are those tales? I've never heard of them. [Hopefully, Momo won't die of shock.] Are the soup and apples superstition?
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Hold it in, Momo...! Be respectful...! Don't use the word 'cute'...!
[ please just kill him
But with that momentary crisis out of the way: ] —Sort of! I guess they don't teach you Western-style fairytales where you're from...? [ That seems. Legit?? Monks probably don't know about Snow White?? Is Sasuke a monk?? Who knows. ] The general gist is that a lot of bad things happen when you eat food that's not yours.
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But there's a pin-prick in the middle, somewhere.] The Land of Earth and Land of Wind are west of us in the Hidden Leaf Village. I don't think there's any legends about Snow White or Goldilocks.
[For a moment, he glances at Momo. Food theft, huh. Reminds him of a certain someone when they were kids. Being impersonated and racking up a high diner bill sounds like fairytale all on its own.]
Sounds like stories I need to tell someone I know.
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Speaking of sense, though. The Land of Earth???? Hidden Leaf??? Momo's Japanese enough to identify the vocabulary as something that would show up in His Japanese Animes, but that seems patently disrespectful, so. He keeps mum.
When Sasuke looks over his shoulder, Momo tips his head to the side. Attentive. ]
They're more like bedtime stories... but, haha! We all have someone in our lives who likes eating so much that they'd dine and dash, even at a stranger's place, huh?
Who's the special someone in your life that gives you trouble, Sasuke-san?
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Somewhere, the Seventh Hokage gets chills and isn't sure why.
And then Sasuke's face softens at the edges, though the line of his brows are still a bit playfully irritated.] Naruto. A loser. [Without waiting, he turns maybe five degrees and begins to walk again, letting Momo hurry along after him like before.]
If he shows up, tell him I'm looking for him.
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Momo, misguided optimist that he is, sees all of this and thinks to himself: "what a kind soul". ]
－Okay! I won't forget it. [ A weavearound past a decrepit cabin, crumbling around its edges. Momo is glad that this doesn't seem to be the place that Sasuke is gunning for. ] If he's as mysterious and cool as you are, he won't be hard to find!
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He's a good-for-nothing. A moron. You can spot him anywhere because his hair is the same color as bananas, and he has a big mouth.
[In the depth of a few houses, Sasuke finds the one he's searching for, the one which calls for him. It's not much. Surely, not as awful as some of the other, but it also appears... unlived in. If he has a roommate, they just arrived as well.
Briefly, his right hand slides back to motion for Momo to wait behind him out of the way, and then it comes forward to press in the door. The house opens without resistance, leaving gaping darkness inside until he steps in. Hm.
Nothing seems amiss.]
No one's here. You can come in.
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So. Momo laughs, even if the house in front of them is big and dark and lonely. He really wishes this were all just a prank, but he doubts it. ]
...What, me?
—It's fine, Sasuke-san! You made sure I got out of that well safely, so I just wanted to make sure you got somewhere safely, too. So don't worry, I'm not gonna impose.
[ He does a mock glasses-pushing-up gesture here, feigning the quintessential 'coolguy'. ]
'Now... we're even'.
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His voice drops a single octave.]
Get in here.
[Don't make him use his weird eyeballs on you, Momo.]
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[ Fear Dot Com
Usually, he'd have an unfunny joke springloaded on his tongue－ "I can't believe I'm in your house on our first date!"－ but it doesn't seem like the time or place for it; so he chooses, instead, to look around and sift dust off of some broken pieces of furniture. ]
It's pretty dark in here... careful, some of the flooring looks pretty old!
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It's suspicious. He's concerned.
The house isn't at all like the house it makes him think of; the design is wrong, the air, the place. It's the shadows which rouse his memory, shadows with no form and are the same no matter the occasion. Though he doesn't have the same kind of fear as he had then, he recognizes it for what it is.]
Stay here. Be careful about what you touch or where you step. I don't see any traps, but this place might be able to get around the rinnegan and sharingan. I'll be right back.
[Someone help Momo, for real... Sasuke straight up just leaves him and wanders further into the house.]
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The house swallows Sasuke along with Momo's questions, leaving the latter to stew in his own uncertainties and to scuff his anxieties into grains of flimsy floorboard. Sasuke says stay here, and the only thing Momo can do is comply because he realizes how woefully unqualified he is to deal with threats that have nothing to do with producers and cameras.
It's frustrating. Here's Sasuke, with one arm and a gentle stoicism that Momo's taken upon himself to interpret as kindness, taking on the brunt of this place's uncertainties.
It's frustrating, so Momo cups his hands around his mouth and: ]
—Sasuke-san! Let's play word association!
[ momo why the fuck are you like this ]
All you have to do is say the first thing that comes to mind when I say a word!
[ In Momo's mind, this will make both of them feel less??? Alone??? Useless. ]
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For a second, Sasuke pauses, as if the sheer volume and excitement of Momo's voice will make the boards under his feet squeak. At first, he doesn't respond, but instead listens for any movement of whatever Momo's call may have disturbed. He'd have the advantage. Momo's location sounds different, and they wouldn't be expecting him in the hall.
But nothing even so much as breathes at all. Sasuke keeps his hand on the hilt of the sword at his back, and his feet are silent as he continues. It's a super good thing Momo isn't dealing with angsty, unruly teenage Sasuke.
Finally:] Go ahead. [Except Sasuke's voice rebounds from another area of the house in which he initially left. Man, he moves fast, doesn't he?]
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The entrance hall is dim, dusty, and wide open; it helps his voice ring around the house. Sasuke is already in some unidentifiable segment of this place, but that hardly surprises Momo anymore. Sasuke could probably shoot lasers out of his mouth and Momo would think it was legit. ]
—Music!
[ He says, as he looks around for any signs of movement. If push comes to shove, he can fend for himself, he figures. ]
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