Orb, RD11, somewhere in or just outside Schwanheim.

[bondsoflove]

[A young man is backing away from view, staring forward with confusion. He has no idea what the orb is, has never seen anything like it, and is threatened by its presence.

He tries hitting it, to no avail. The sword, which looks a little too big for him, doesn’t work either.

He makes a noise of frustration and drops the sword with a clatter, pacing the little room in circles. He keeps a wary eye on the orb, waiting for it, or something inside it, to attack him.

After a while, he balls his hands into fists and sinks down against the wall, teeth gritted. He glares, no longer at the orb but at the floor, and pounds one fist.

His face contorts with some unseen pain, and he rocks himself back and forth, jaw clenched around silent sobs--his eyes are screwed shut as water leaks down his face and drips from his chin, his jaw. If you listen closely, you can hear his breath hitching in time with jerks of his shoulders.

He shakes his head--releases and re-clenches his fists. He’s mouthing ‘no, no’; he bites his lip and stops breathing completely, terrifyingly still.

He lets out his breath with a gasp and sucks it back in, harsh. Freezes again.

This repeats for a few minutes, but it seems to calm him. The rocking slows, and his breathing is less jagged and desperate. Finally, rubs his forearm over his eyes.

He focuses on the orb again, and his gaze flashes murderous, wild red. His voice is raw and full of more fury than should fit in his small, slender body.]

If this is an imprisonment, let me the fuck out before I set this whole place on fire.

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[bondsoflove]

I haven't decided on the best method for advancement yet. Knowing fuck-all about what's outside means it makes more sense to stay here, for now.

[He pokes at the orb again with the sword.]

I'm not moving until I figure out how to break this.

[wheresmycoffee]

[[another snort]] Because breaking magic is always the safest way to deal with it. [[rolls his eyes]] On second thought, stay in that room til you die of hunger. If something like that freaks you out, you'll die when you see the rest of this fun house.

[bondsoflove]

I don't mean literally, moron.

[He forms a seal with his hands. His chakra's working fine, humming through him.]

Kai.

[...Aaand nothing happens. He glares at the orb. Not that whatever he's sensing off the thing even remotely resembles any chakra he's felt before.]

Fuck you. I'm not freaking out.

[wheresmycoffee]

[[Takes another drink, looking rather amused. He doesn't say anything this time, just watching, waiting for another yell or sulk or less likely something reasonable.]]

[bondsoflove]

All right. You tell me what this thing is and how I'm supposed to get rid of it.

[wheresmycoffee]

Oh, I don't know. You're only talking to someone over it, that doesn't at all tell you what it does at all, does it?

[bondsoflove]

Obviously it's a form of communication jutsu. I can't see any seals, but I didn't see any on that book either, so that doesn't rule out some form of transportation or weaponry.

[wheresmycoffee]

If you can find a way to ride on that thing, that'll be a first. [[another drink]] Different magic works different ways. If you expect everything to look like what you're used to, you won't get very far.

[bondsoflove]

So it's not a form of chakra, then. And I'm assuming we're not all trapped in an illusion.

[Stares at the mug in Hawk's hands.] You're not a ninja.

[wheresmycoffee]

[[Raises an eyebrow]]

Were you expecting one? [[there's a very clear tone of "what the fuck" in his voice.]]

[bondsoflove]

[He'll take that as a no.]

I am one, as is everyone who wants to kill me where I come from.

[wheresmycoffee]

Must not be a very good one if you're announcing the fact.

[bondsoflove]

[The concept being...somewhat different from the traditional idea of a ninja, Sasuke is a little confused and a little pissed off.]

What does my announcing it have to do with my strength in combat?

[wheresmycoffee]

I thought the whole point of ninjas was that they were stealthy and hidden. That coming out of nowhere to slice a guy's head off and then vanishing into the night sort of crap.

[bondsoflove]

Not every mission is a stealth mission.

[wheresmycoffee]

Someone aught to tell the movies then. [[and he's back to drinking his coffee.]]

[bondsoflove]

Movies romanticize everything. And you call me an idiot.

[wheresmycoffee]

Yup. [[That opinion hasn't changed.]]

[bondsoflove]

So are you antagonizing me for the hell of it, or do you actually have something against me?

[wheresmycoffee]

Would be hard to have something against someone who only just showed up. [[so nonchalant as he has another drink.]]

Doesn't take much to piss you off, huh? Might wanna work on that.

[bondsoflove]

There's a price on my head. I can't afford not to assume the worst.

[wheresmycoffee]

Aaaand if you look around you should be able to tell that you're not in Kansas anymore, Toto, or ninja land or wherever the fuck you're from.

Also, you're an idiot for telling people that. Unless you want to have people try and hunt you down here too, in which case you're still an idiot.

[bondsoflove]

Obviously. I was trying to figure out if I'd been sealed somewhere.

[He puts his hand on the doorknob, tentatively.]

My face is as known as my name, in fire country. I can usually take petty vigilantes.

[wheresmycoffee]

But you're in Fairy Tale Bullshit country now. Not that anyone gives a shit.

[bondsoflove]

Fairy Tale Bullshit?

[That makes him smirk.]

I won't be here long. I just need to figure out how to get back to Fire Country.