sound_council

Thu, 23 Oct 2008 20:40:42 GMT

((ooc: Have a mopey Kabuto hanging around his flat and emo-ing at livejournal.))

Oh gods. Did I really sing that? I did.

Who did I irritate so much that they though I should go through that hell? ~~He even looked like Lord Orochimaru~~. I suppose I should be used to it by now.

'I like him'. That really does sum almost everything up, doesn't it? I like him, I'll follow him anywhere, and I believe in his dream, no matter how foolish it is. And no one in the rest of the world understands why.

Ugh.

[RL with Frost] - Check up

Sat, 11 Oct 2008 22:11:19 GMT

Kabuto leans easily against the steps out side his new apartment. He is dressed in loose, but professional, cloths, and seems far more comfortable than the last time he spoke to the community. Half his face is covered in a white scar, but pedestrians passing by don't seem to notice. He nods to his landlady, and smiles at a friend from the college he is supposedly attending.

He's waiting for an appointment, and to begin to pay back his debt.

[locked]

Wed, 08 Oct 2008 21:44:10 GMT

I might as well write this out, tell someone - whether it be merely a computer or someone craftier than my master - about where I am, and how I am ... adjusting.

This world is strange. Utterly different than anything I've seen before. I've taken to hanging out in parks and the forests, any where that has trees and green space. Its either that or find myself if a world that seems to scream itself to the heavens. Its so loud. I don't think people from home could even begin to understand it. Even here, in a small cafe that lets me use a computer provided I buy at least three cups of coffee, there is constant sound. Cars - what we would call automobiels - rush around constantly. No one seems to walk anywhere. Where we would use trains or travel several days, the people here jump into cars and get to the same destination in half the time.

I suppose its a more efficient way of living, but 'driving' a distance that to us would take half a day to travel seems silly.

Its weird, seeing similarities side by side to stark differences. My appartment is outfited almost exactly the same as my room at home, but with the huge difference of having a device called a 'wireless'. Were I to buy a computer - which, by the way, are tiny pieces of machinery that bere little resemblance to our boxes of wires - I could link to the internet instantaneously, instead of having to use the telephone lines. The woman who rented the appartment to me seemed suprised that I had no car or bicyle, and was shocked when I informed her that I was going to be running to my job each morning. Shes taken to fixing breakfast for me every morning, and insists on complementing my manners every time. Apparently 'Americans' are notorious for there mannarisms, while 'Asians' - I am not sure why she assumed that to be my class, though I do still have a slight accent - are studious individuals who are expected to be polite.

I could marvel at this worlds tecnology and strangeness for days. I did, in fact. When I first thought of leaving the Sound I assumed any transition that I would have to make would come easy. Not so. I ended up sleeping in a forrest for the first few nights, never getting a goodnight sleep because of the constant, unfamiliar noises. (Even the animals are different here. Not by much, but subtly. Though I don't mind. They're all so small!) Luckly I brought my overcoat, or I would have stood out starkly. Fashion is completely different here, though simple enough to adapt to. (Why would anyone wear shoes so painful? Even the men seem to believe that footwear should be fasionable, not functional!)

Getting a job was both harder, and more simple than I imagined. I could not find employment as a doctor or nurse, as I had hoped to. Their criteria is far different that what I would have imagined. But I was in luck; there is a small school for adults that was hiring 'teaching assistants'. I had to forge my papers of course, but the man I am working under seems satisfied with my work. And I am learning much more about this world by observing the student and faculty go about their daily lives.

Everyone is 'nice' to me, more so than I would have expected. They look at the scars on my face and hand and immediatly jump to conclusions. (Which is rather nice for me, as it would be troubling to come up with actual answers). The view I've heard most often is "Oh you poor man. Its terrible what that war is doing to young people like you." Apperently there are Villages just like the ones at home. Though I have yet to understand why the words 'landmine' and 'comrads dead' elists such sympathy. People die in war, why is that so suprising?

But to bring myself back on topic....truthfuly I would be happy avoiding writing about my condition. Its much easier to forget it here, away from Lord Orochimaru and the rest. Leaving our world might have had a positive effect, though it might also be caused by my positive expectations. Either way, I have halted the advance at 30% of my body, and should be able to hold it there for the time being.

For the moment, I am happy. I doubt it will last. After all, I will need to officialy explain my absense to his Lordship soon. I am not looking forward to that.

((OOC: Kabuto has finaly become stale enough to write an official journal post. Feel free to suggest any changes to how he would see 'our' world. He'll make an official Community post later today. ~~and yes, I gave up and just made my own icons. sorry.~~

[RL with the Sound]

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 02:54:15 GMT

Kabuto packed, efficiently, quietly, and with as little thought as possible. Recently he had been trying to avoid thought, going from action to action, instinct to instinct. Some how, it had worked. No one in the Sound had realized the difference.

Of course, none had realized from the beginning what was happening to him. "Don't think about that" he told himself again, willing the doubts away, along with the aching bones and twitching hands. There was only so much longer he could lie to himself.

When he was out, he would allow himself to think. Until then, acting on instinct was good enough.

Instinct had gotten the botanical gardens completely cleared of debries, and the plants realeased into a more stable environment. Instinct had left the wards spotless, and the labs completely cleaned and organized. Instinct had stocked the kitchens fully, though a finding simple enough cookbook that the whole Sound would be able to use had proven quite difficult.

Now, instinct was trickling away, as he staired around a room he had inhabited for the last three years. It was shocking to realise how little all of it ment to him, how little he needed any of it. So it was only cloathing that went into the bag, allong with some basic essentials, and several tightly bound scrolls. And...pictures. He allowed himself that much. He wasn't going to leave his family behind without some reminder. No matter how guilty that made him feel.

This mission wouldn't take long, according to Orochimaru. Just the rest of my life...he thought, as he wrapped the final picture and tucked it into the bag. The room was spotless, and there was no sign of anything missing. No one would know the difference.

[RL with Maraihi]

Thu, 04 Sep 2008 01:04:43 GMT

Kabuto leaned against a rock outcropping, catching his breath. Though he would never admit it to Maraihi, he had pushed himself hard to get to the abandoned hideout in time. He only hoped he had concealed his movements, and motives, well enough to fool Lord Orochimaru from following him.

Masking a sudden cramp in his side he straightended, scanning the area for both potential attackers and the man he was here for. Only after he was completely certian no one was observing him did he touch the concealed touch pad. With a burst of chakra he opened the hidden door to the compound. Then he turned again to wait, face carefully hidden behind his hood.

[super!locked from Naruto caste]

Fri, 01 Aug 2008 02:30:15 GMT

Is that really how the rest of the world views me? As some useless attachment to a village already over run with castoffs? Is my part truly so unimportant?

I know now that I was merely acting a part scripted to me by some unknown hand, encoded in a virus. That makes it no easier, looking back.

The worst part is remembering that feeling, of truly belonging. Something that, for once, was not a lie. I didn't have to pretend, or grovel. I was allowed to voice my complaints, with little fear of repercussions. But I still was relegated a thankless job, a castaway part, that of a failure as a son and rather miserable excuse for a house keeper.

Despite being unhappy then I can recall my experiences, and feel the drastic difference between then and now. I truly am an unnecessary player, a piece who has out lived his usefulness, and is ready to be cast aside.

Lord Orochimaru doesn't need a spy who has unmasked himself. Instead he wants geniuses and children, one because of the power they offer, the other for their unquestioning loyalty. I am neither. No matter how hard I try, I shall never be so uniquely talented or driven as one such as Sasuke or Naruto. And, though I may hid my thoughts behind a mask of cool assent, he knows me to well to accept the 'lord of lies' as a child.

So I am useless to him, but far too dangerous to let go. For, in the end, I am a spy and a thief (what other definition of a ninja is there?) and if I leave I take with me far to much information about our home. Being a suspicious man, he will never believe that I wish my almost-home no harm.

I appear to be in a rather dire predicament. I no longer wish to be part of the one group willing to protect me, but I cannot leave. And though I have no desire to take the logical alternative, the option is becoming more and more appealing.

[RL Sound Village]

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 18:47:44 GMT

The labs are unnaturally silent as Kabuto makes his rounds, and he carefully notes the occurrence in his log book before returning to his desk. There, he waits for his newest patient, quietly monitoring the computer screens that surround his desk. Hopefully there will be no disturbances today.