tis the season for RP catch-alls

[daimeinashi]

WHO: Sai & other people
WHERE: Places
WHEN: Times
WHAT: Things
WARNINGS: None anticipated


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[katastrophe]

[ There we go, that's what he wanted to hear. He sidles up closer to Sai, looking excited and bright, leaning in conspiratorially. ]

So you're a hitman. An assassin. Who'd you kill? How do you do it, what's your style?

[daimeinashi]

I am a shinobi. Ninja.

I've killed enemies of my village, and those otherwise deemed to be threats. I cannot possibly remember how I murdered each particular individual, however. It depended on what was most efficient in the situation.

[katastrophe]

Uh huh, a hitman.

How many, huh? What's your kill count? What were your top ten most memorable?

[daimeinashi]

[Sai is mildly annoyed that Nishi ignored his correction, but he doesn't actually care enough to persist. That narrow view could even be useful someday.]

I've hardly kept track. We in Root are meant to exist only in the moment of each individual mission. Keeping personal track of our feelings about them would be acting against our training.

[....not like he, uh, didn't only just ignore Danzou's orders to kill Sasuke and decide to start living for himself, but well. He really doesn't remember. If he had his bingo book with him, perhaps, but otherwise....]

[katastrophe]

[ Ninja don't interest him. History doesn't interest him; there's no point in living in the past when the present is what's most important. The past doesn't help him at all. ]

That's stupid. What's the point in doing it if you're not allowed to enjoy it?

[daimeinashi]

The security of the village, of course.

[He says this like it's completely obvious, and it's absurd for Nishi not to understand.]

[katastrophe]

Who cares about that?

[ What a stupid idea. There's no satisfaction in that. Protecting a bunch of weaklings? Snore. ]

[daimeinashi]

Presumably, the village.

[lol smartass time]

[katastrophe]

[ He's going to hit him. ]

What do you care about a bunch of weaklings for?

[daimeinashi]

[He actually sighs, which is possibly the most expressive thing he's done since Nishi sat down next to him.]

You're not understanding. Those of us in Root were trained to become effectively human weapons. A sword does not remember what it has cut down, nor does it care what is protected by its blade. It is merely a tool, guided by the hand of another, for a purpose. Nothing more, and nothing less.

[katastrophe]

So you're a killer who doesn't remember who he's killed, and gets no enjoyment out of it?

[ Bringing him back to the point of why even do it, but he's not about to go trapping himself in a full conversation circle. He's already losing interest. ]

[daimeinashi]

Essentially.

[katastrophe]

[ The flattest look imaginable. He's suddenly lost all interest in this conversation, standing up without warning and crunching his empty juicebox in his hand, dropping it onto the ground. ]

Whatever. I'm outta here. Later.