05-28-2015, 12:48 AM
Undiscernible blurs of color whizzed throughout the woodland, transitioning tree to tree as they methodically scoured the landscape, until finally, they came to a halt. The day’s sky, enamored by a blazing, golden globe of fire, cast its warmth upon one, Sasuke Ucchiha, standing amongst treetop. Atop the foliage, with his duffle bag slung over his back, the youth raised a hand, shielding his eyes from the vicious mid-day sun, and peered across the terrain.
Despite his best efforts, he grew frustrated with the fruits of his labor. High and low the shinobi had searched, giving way the morning to the day, and yet he’d found no evidence of an assailant to dispatch. Whoever had gotten the drop on Crona, they had retreated far, far away from the area, further than he cared to venture. For as he searched, often the island would ‘boom’ with the sounds of battle, just miles away from the youth. He wasn’t the least bit surprised when the loud speaker crackled to life, announcing multiple deaths had occurred over the course of the morning.
The Uchiha dropped, descending the space to the ground, and began his long walk back to his comrade, speaking to himself as he went, “Strange, I’ve searched I’ll morning and haven’t encountered anyone…”
“My, that is strange!” A charismatic sounding voice sounded from behind the young ninja.
OH SNAP!!! RED TEXT!!!
Note to the reader, Baron doesn’t use lame terms like, ‘Oh Snap’. Tch, loser. Also, what’s with people in your scenes always coming in as a voice from behind you? Hmmm? Homophobic much? It’s okay if you are, its 2015. It's cool. You can tell us. Be strong, sister.
Sasuke turned to face the voice in question and as he did, his expression was that of confusion. Before him, he found a… ninja(?) sprawled out upon ground, his haunches laying against a tree placing his feet skyward.
That’s an odd position... the youth thought to himself as he stepped forward for a closer look. Guised in a black and red decorated apparel, Sasuke concluded that he had to be shinobi, for he even wore a mask. (Although, currently the island map had been unfolded over his face.)
Is he resting?... Now? In a place like this?... Thought the Uchiha.
Suddenly, the youth felt the exhaustion of his own journies throughout the Omniverse. He hadn’t slept in… God knows when… Before the Chunin Exams? Back in his own world! Sasuke placed his hands to his hips as he surveyed the stranger, making sure he wasn't leaving himself open for an attack, as he allowed himself to feel the fatigue. The man appeared to be fast asleep.
Mami and Orochimaru… Hammond and those bullsh*t Troopers with that... Bullsh*t ‘Vaccine’... Dumbledore and those Artifacts! … Itachi…! Itachi!!! I will the kill the demon responsible!!! As he finished the thought, Sasuke shook the tired from his eyes, feeling a wealth of… invincibility flowing through him? He chuckled at the thought, he knew it not true, but damn… he felt it.
Okay, we get it. You have a vendetta… Your brother killed your parents, blah, blah, blah, you glow in the dark. Whatever, bruh.
“Hey, wake up!” Sasuke shouted as he pointed to the stranger, a gust of wind blowing through his clothes and raven hair as he did so. The mercenary’s legs, once parallel, decided to cross over the other, as a loud snore sounded, almost in response; the map levitating and falling inches above his face.
Sasuke scowled, narrowed his eyes, and tried again, this time louder, “HEY!!! GET THE F*CK UP!!! I don’t have time for this! I need to win, so surrender your items! Hopefully, one of them is what I need, but I won’t slay you as you sleep, that’s beneath me. NOW STAND!!!”
Ha! Slay me? Hey, buddy, did you not see the Power Rankings list? Haha, like, who is this guy? Did I roll a 4? Did I get a Pikachu? Bruh, I didn’t choose you…
Deadpool, still at rest, rolled over causing his feet to fall from the tree. Now laying on top of the map, with head over crossed arms, he muttered something about, “Ponies…” and “Badazzling…” whilst he slumbered.
Oh ho! Okay, that was kind of a clever way to take a shot at me… but, Marc, seriously, you’re screwing this all up. Hurry it up and get on with it, this is taking you forever, and I still need to post before we gang up and Lubbock someone off.
“ENOUGH OF THIS!!!” Sasuke roared as he charged the sleeping masked opponent, “I’LL JUST HAVE TO WAKE YOU!!!” As he finished, he bounded into the air, arcing over the space between them, his knee came slamming down, thundering with all his might.
*THUD!!!*
Deadpool however, had rolled counter clockwise to avoid the Uchiha’s assault, his snores ever mocking the young ninja as he did. Sasuke, frustrated, assailed the mercenary with a barrage of punches and kicks. Each of them connecting, however, each of the blow’s true damage diverted by his opponents own martial art ability. The mercenary now stood, opposing the young ninja of the Leaf.
Come on, Come on? You almost done yet? Give us the short version?!
Sasuke sighed.
=O!!
“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours?” an eyebrow, though covered by mask, arched on Deadpool’s visage. Sasuke followed the thumb Deadpool used to point to a duffle bag, he too, had slung over his back. Sasuke paused for a moment, looked him over, and nodded. In unison, they dropped to the ground, slung their bags off, unzipping them to reveal the contents inside.
HOLY SH*T!!! Look at what you got! Hey… wait a minute… What the f*ck? F***! Uhhh, why am I being edited? Seriously dude? F*** that! You F****** F*******! Lame… Anyway, look at mine. What’d’ya think? Nice right?
“So?” Deadpool questioned as he extended a fist. Sasuke peered back at him and… bumped a fist to his.
*BOOM*
That just happened.
Despite his best efforts, he grew frustrated with the fruits of his labor. High and low the shinobi had searched, giving way the morning to the day, and yet he’d found no evidence of an assailant to dispatch. Whoever had gotten the drop on Crona, they had retreated far, far away from the area, further than he cared to venture. For as he searched, often the island would ‘boom’ with the sounds of battle, just miles away from the youth. He wasn’t the least bit surprised when the loud speaker crackled to life, announcing multiple deaths had occurred over the course of the morning.
The Uchiha dropped, descending the space to the ground, and began his long walk back to his comrade, speaking to himself as he went, “Strange, I’ve searched I’ll morning and haven’t encountered anyone…”
“My, that is strange!” A charismatic sounding voice sounded from behind the young ninja.
OH SNAP!!! RED TEXT!!!
Note to the reader, Baron doesn’t use lame terms like, ‘Oh Snap’. Tch, loser. Also, what’s with people in your scenes always coming in as a voice from behind you? Hmmm? Homophobic much? It’s okay if you are, its 2015. It's cool. You can tell us. Be strong, sister.
Sasuke turned to face the voice in question and as he did, his expression was that of confusion. Before him, he found a… ninja(?) sprawled out upon ground, his haunches laying against a tree placing his feet skyward.
That’s an odd position... the youth thought to himself as he stepped forward for a closer look. Guised in a black and red decorated apparel, Sasuke concluded that he had to be shinobi, for he even wore a mask. (Although, currently the island map had been unfolded over his face.)
Is he resting?... Now? In a place like this?... Thought the Uchiha.
Suddenly, the youth felt the exhaustion of his own journies throughout the Omniverse. He hadn’t slept in… God knows when… Before the Chunin Exams? Back in his own world! Sasuke placed his hands to his hips as he surveyed the stranger, making sure he wasn't leaving himself open for an attack, as he allowed himself to feel the fatigue. The man appeared to be fast asleep.
Mami and Orochimaru… Hammond and those bullsh*t Troopers with that... Bullsh*t ‘Vaccine’... Dumbledore and those Artifacts! … Itachi…! Itachi!!! I will the kill the demon responsible!!! As he finished the thought, Sasuke shook the tired from his eyes, feeling a wealth of… invincibility flowing through him? He chuckled at the thought, he knew it not true, but damn… he felt it.
Okay, we get it. You have a vendetta… Your brother killed your parents, blah, blah, blah, you glow in the dark. Whatever, bruh.
“Hey, wake up!” Sasuke shouted as he pointed to the stranger, a gust of wind blowing through his clothes and raven hair as he did so. The mercenary’s legs, once parallel, decided to cross over the other, as a loud snore sounded, almost in response; the map levitating and falling inches above his face.
Sasuke scowled, narrowed his eyes, and tried again, this time louder, “HEY!!! GET THE F*CK UP!!! I don’t have time for this! I need to win, so surrender your items! Hopefully, one of them is what I need, but I won’t slay you as you sleep, that’s beneath me. NOW STAND!!!”
Ha! Slay me? Hey, buddy, did you not see the Power Rankings list? Haha, like, who is this guy? Did I roll a 4? Did I get a Pikachu? Bruh, I didn’t choose you…
Deadpool, still at rest, rolled over causing his feet to fall from the tree. Now laying on top of the map, with head over crossed arms, he muttered something about, “Ponies…” and “Badazzling…” whilst he slumbered.
Oh ho! Okay, that was kind of a clever way to take a shot at me… but, Marc, seriously, you’re screwing this all up. Hurry it up and get on with it, this is taking you forever, and I still need to post before we gang up and Lubbock someone off.
“ENOUGH OF THIS!!!” Sasuke roared as he charged the sleeping masked opponent, “I’LL JUST HAVE TO WAKE YOU!!!” As he finished, he bounded into the air, arcing over the space between them, his knee came slamming down, thundering with all his might.
*THUD!!!*
Deadpool however, had rolled counter clockwise to avoid the Uchiha’s assault, his snores ever mocking the young ninja as he did. Sasuke, frustrated, assailed the mercenary with a barrage of punches and kicks. Each of them connecting, however, each of the blow’s true damage diverted by his opponents own martial art ability. The mercenary now stood, opposing the young ninja of the Leaf.
Come on, Come on? You almost done yet? Give us the short version?!
Sasuke sighed.
=O!!
“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours?” an eyebrow, though covered by mask, arched on Deadpool’s visage. Sasuke followed the thumb Deadpool used to point to a duffle bag, he too, had slung over his back. Sasuke paused for a moment, looked him over, and nodded. In unison, they dropped to the ground, slung their bags off, unzipping them to reveal the contents inside.
HOLY SH*T!!! Look at what you got! Hey… wait a minute… What the f*ck? F***! Uhhh, why am I being edited? Seriously dude? F*** that! You F****** F*******! Lame… Anyway, look at mine. What’d’ya think? Nice right?
“So?” Deadpool questioned as he extended a fist. Sasuke peered back at him and… bumped a fist to his.
*BOOM*
That just happened.
Dante's Abyss 2015
GRAND CHAMPION
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