09-26-2015, 03:38 PM
The universe folded in on itself as white gave way to bursts of color, sounds of wind, the noise of reverberation at a high octave and starlight. It only seemed to last for an instant but Ururu could have sworn she saw something more even as she and Hikaru emerged from the gateway. Something entirely familiar to her old life…?
Was there a link or a loophole in there?
“Well I’m alive,” Hikaru breathed with white knuckles wrapped around her creator’s hand.
Both of them took a moment to ensure they hadn’t left anything behind. Dusters, tools, and everything else were still there. Even the cloth masks they hadn’t bothered to use were still there. Whatever it was, it didn’t affect matter in any noticeable manner.
“Could be a fluke, we may need to test it with more skin contact-“
Hikaru’s hand suddenly met the back Ururu’s head loudly in a smack that sent a bird or two from a nearby tree, “Let’s keep our focus shall we? I am not ‘banging’ you in the middle of the wilderness where anyone can walk up on us and kill us. Or watch.”
“I never said anything about banging, but if you want,” Ururu’s grin widened even as she had to dodge out of the way of an even stronger slap to the back of her head.
Hikaru let out a long suffering groan that seemed to be more than just the situation, but she couldn’t keep the bit of humor in it from showing through. How was it that she was the more mature one of the two when Ururu was technically older by a number of years? Everything she knew about people said that it should have been the exact opposite.
Ururu shrugged, “Maybe I’m special that way.”
“You know,” HIkaru blinked and paused as a thought crossed her mind, “Is it me or have we been plucking whole thoughts from each other without even trying?”
Another shrug accompanied her response, “Maybe it’s this body or whatever that’s balancing my power?”
Everything about the place was odd… well no not this place… Forest, a road, blue skies, birds, stone brick archway… all in all normal as far as Ururu was concerned. For that matter a lot of it matched up with a number of ruins she was used to exploring in her free time. All it needed now were some power lines hanging from stone or wood pillars and it’d be home.
“Yep maybe something underneath the underneath,” Ururu said with a cringe.
The side long glance Ururu received for her words said more than her own expression. Quoting, even partially, shinobi dogma wasn’t a good sign for their situation. Though as they had yet to be in a fight for their lives, having people hunting them for wanting to break from tradition, theft, misunderstandings involving corpses of clones, explosive gore well yeah, maybe for once their luck would hold out, or not.
Really this world was just too new to predict yet.
Research would solve that and gathering such intelligence could only be done where people congregated. So that meant mainly one of three things, a library, a market, or…
“First tavern on the right and straight on to hangover.”
Hikaru’s hands settled on Ururu’s shoulders in a rather restraining fashion, “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” Ururu murmured with a dangerous tone on her lips. She hadn’t had a drink in well a while, and more than anything
Said fingers tightened, “One you look like your nine, two that liver you have may as well be. You can skip hangover and go straight to alcohol poisoning.”
Logic, sometimes, Ururu hated it and she was stuck in this body until she could create a new one. Killing herself through imbibing would be… problematic. But that didn’t mean she’d have to abstain completely. Just take a little bit at a time. Right?
“I suppose,” Ururu acquiesced, “but first chance we get, were building up my tolerance.”
The Network let her know exactly what HIkaru was thinking on that subject but Ururu chose to ignore it. After all what was a new life without new aspirations? Dull boredom.
But unfortunately waiting here wasn’t helping either. Obviously the group who had seen them earlier was long gone and they couldn’t expect someone else to just show up. So like most research, they had to go out and make their own rather than wait for it to happen to them.
“Let’s get moving again.”
Hikaru nodded before taking Ururu’s hand and both were moving down the road at a more brisk pace than they had in the previous world of white.
Was there a link or a loophole in there?
“Well I’m alive,” Hikaru breathed with white knuckles wrapped around her creator’s hand.
Both of them took a moment to ensure they hadn’t left anything behind. Dusters, tools, and everything else were still there. Even the cloth masks they hadn’t bothered to use were still there. Whatever it was, it didn’t affect matter in any noticeable manner.
“Could be a fluke, we may need to test it with more skin contact-“
Hikaru’s hand suddenly met the back Ururu’s head loudly in a smack that sent a bird or two from a nearby tree, “Let’s keep our focus shall we? I am not ‘banging’ you in the middle of the wilderness where anyone can walk up on us and kill us. Or watch.”
“I never said anything about banging, but if you want,” Ururu’s grin widened even as she had to dodge out of the way of an even stronger slap to the back of her head.
Hikaru let out a long suffering groan that seemed to be more than just the situation, but she couldn’t keep the bit of humor in it from showing through. How was it that she was the more mature one of the two when Ururu was technically older by a number of years? Everything she knew about people said that it should have been the exact opposite.
Ururu shrugged, “Maybe I’m special that way.”
“You know,” HIkaru blinked and paused as a thought crossed her mind, “Is it me or have we been plucking whole thoughts from each other without even trying?”
Another shrug accompanied her response, “Maybe it’s this body or whatever that’s balancing my power?”
Everything about the place was odd… well no not this place… Forest, a road, blue skies, birds, stone brick archway… all in all normal as far as Ururu was concerned. For that matter a lot of it matched up with a number of ruins she was used to exploring in her free time. All it needed now were some power lines hanging from stone or wood pillars and it’d be home.
“Yep maybe something underneath the underneath,” Ururu said with a cringe.
The side long glance Ururu received for her words said more than her own expression. Quoting, even partially, shinobi dogma wasn’t a good sign for their situation. Though as they had yet to be in a fight for their lives, having people hunting them for wanting to break from tradition, theft, misunderstandings involving corpses of clones, explosive gore well yeah, maybe for once their luck would hold out, or not.
Really this world was just too new to predict yet.
Research would solve that and gathering such intelligence could only be done where people congregated. So that meant mainly one of three things, a library, a market, or…
“First tavern on the right and straight on to hangover.”
Hikaru’s hands settled on Ururu’s shoulders in a rather restraining fashion, “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” Ururu murmured with a dangerous tone on her lips. She hadn’t had a drink in well a while, and more than anything
Said fingers tightened, “One you look like your nine, two that liver you have may as well be. You can skip hangover and go straight to alcohol poisoning.”
Logic, sometimes, Ururu hated it and she was stuck in this body until she could create a new one. Killing herself through imbibing would be… problematic. But that didn’t mean she’d have to abstain completely. Just take a little bit at a time. Right?
“I suppose,” Ururu acquiesced, “but first chance we get, were building up my tolerance.”
The Network let her know exactly what HIkaru was thinking on that subject but Ururu chose to ignore it. After all what was a new life without new aspirations? Dull boredom.
But unfortunately waiting here wasn’t helping either. Obviously the group who had seen them earlier was long gone and they couldn’t expect someone else to just show up. So like most research, they had to go out and make their own rather than wait for it to happen to them.
“Let’s get moving again.”
Hikaru nodded before taking Ururu’s hand and both were moving down the road at a more brisk pace than they had in the previous world of white.