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Date & Time: 12 August all day, morning to night
Location: All over this place, also in her room at night if Meg Masters, her roommate, wants to bug her or ... something lmao
Characters: Ino Yamanaka and OPEN
Summary: Ino is a little disoriented and she just wants to get home.
Warnings: None?

Ino was still ready for war. She had been in the middle of it, even, before being thrust into this ... strange world. She had taken her very formal arrival seriously; after all, fighting against reanimated Shinobi had opened her mind up to all sorts of strange occurrences. Her questions had been left unanswered, however, and she left feeling very unsatisfied.

She held the bow in her right hand, walking proud and tall in her Chuunin vest and uniform. She wasn't sure who to approach, if anyone was an enemy here, if it was even safe to walk around. But she was far from frightened. Adrenaline still coursed through her veins, senses heightened, limbs relaxed in case something attacked.

But, overall, she just felt and appeared very confused.

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"Hey."

Amongst the small morning crowd, it was Ino that caught Corosa's eye -- maybe because of the hair, maybe the stance -- whatever it was, she stood out. And judging by the way she was moving, she was in no great hurry. So Corosa picked her out, approached her from behind at little more than a fast walk so as to not alarm her. He was already breathing raggedly, though. He'd been running earlier.

Corosa started to reach out, but halfway through the motion he looked down and remembered the missing half of his right arm and stopped, letting the stump fall back to his side. He contented himself with just squinting at Ino instead.

"Excuse me," he said, vaguely recalling his manners. "I need help."

"What happened?" Her eyes were fixed on the stump of his right arm. She was no stranger to severe injuries thanks to both her lifestyle as a kunoichi and with her light dabbling in medical ninjutsu. She glanced around, on high alert, but kept her attention on this man.

Luckily for him, she had several items in the pockets of her best, bandages happening to be one of them. Though she wasn't sure what else she could for him, besides getting him either to the nearest hospital or medic tent.

"Uh," was the only thing that Corosa could say at first, taken aback by her sudden concern. Then he shook his head and took a step back, raising his one hand up in front of him. "No, no, not that, it's not me, I'm-- I'm fine."

He lets his hand fall, staring at Ino, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. She was quite a bit younger than he'd first thought, too. Oh, well.

"I'm looking for a place," he said, to clear things up.

Fine? Normally Ino wouldn't consider missing a limb fine, but...well, what could she do? She couldn't force help upon him when he wasn't massively bleeding or crying out for help. She resisted the urge to put her hand on her hip in an attempt to still seem professional.

"I'm not familiar with this place." Her voice was blunt. "I don't think I can help you."

She certainly wouldn't turn him down if it was an emergency. It would only be a short delay, then she would ... look for a way home, as futile as it may be. She couldn't just give up. Yamanakas never give up, and she didn't plan on being the first to do so.

"Familiarity doesn't seem to have anything to do with it," Corosa said. "I've asked the natives here. They don't know what I'm talking about. I don't think it's a physical place, or maybe it's not in the city, it's...."

He trailed off once he realized exactly how insane he was starting to sound. He sighed, hung his head, pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to think of a way to explain that wouldn't make him sound like a nutcase.

"They're... the people, here." He made a vague gesture upwards. "They're keeping someone prisoner. I want to try and help him. But I have to find out where he is, and..." A frown, now. "I can't go indoors."

Before he sounded crazy when he mentioned it wasn't in the city, but her attention was grabbed by the word prisoner. She raised her chin up slightly, blue eyes bright with determination. It was her duty to help, was it not? Though this wasn't Konoha and she didn't think she could use her bow very well. She mostly picked it because, like her, it was a long-range fighter. She never really liked swords.

"And you're sure of this?"

His last statement doesn't register much in her ears. She hears it and processes it, sure, but it doesn't stand out.

"Yes," Corosa says. His certainty is rock-solid.

He'd tried to convince himself otherwise. It'd been a strange few days, after all. But he knows himself; he knows how paranoid he can get, and he knows exactly how crazy other people think him, sometimes. He knows himself inside and out. Therefore, he also knows that he does not see things. He trusts his senses. They're the only damn things that he can trust, nowadays.

Therefore, it'd happened. The desert, the ocean, the room, the prisoner -- he knows it was all real. He just doesn't understand how, yet.

"There's..." Corosa scratches his head. "More to this place than meets the eye, I think. They're pulling us from, from entirely different worlds, aren't they? They're powerful. They're... hardly telling us everything. So I need to find this place. This prisoner. I think he can help." He said he could.

"Do you have any idea where he is?" She regarded him once more with a quick glance-over. He seemed adamant, though that was never a true indication of truth. She'd met many successful liars in her lifetime. She kept a healthy amount of doubt in her mind but she was willing to help him.

"He might be our only hope to get out of here." It was a slight murmur to herself, an image of her teammates flashing in her mind. They were so screwed without her.

"Not entirely. I only saw the interior, and it was dark... couldn't tell where it was." Corosa looks around, at all the buildings, frowning. That room could be any of these places.

"I think so, too," he said, to Ino's second remark. "He said he could help. We just have to find him, first."

And how would they start? Corosa remembered the inside of the prisoner's room. Ino could, presumably, search around the city better than he could. But the city was big; Corosa hardly had any idea where to start. He barely even knew anything about this place.

"You'll help, then?" he asked, looking back to Ino. Only then did it occur to him that proper introductions had not yet been made. He held out his one hand. "Corosa Nyem. Gunslinger."

She nodded, then shook his hand politely. "Yamanaka Ino. Fifth Division." Not that it would have mattered much to him, really, but it came off her tongue like a nervous tick. She had said it so often before the war that she couldn't say her full name without adding it on.

"If you only saw the interior, that isn't much to go on. For all we know, all of these buildings look the same on the inside."

The handshake didn't last very long. Corosa stepped back, quickly.

"I can't imagine that they would all look like that," he mumbled. Then, realizing how useless that statement was, he explained, "The room was big, dark... I remember, uhm. Stone and steel. And water." A frown. "There was water running, somewhere, inside the building. The floor was wet."

He looked around, again. It had been such an oppressive, unfriendly place. But all the buildings here look oppressive and unfriendly to him. And they all looked the same, to boot. Corosa had not spent long enough in the city proper to know anything about it yet.

"I think we need a map," he said.

"How would a map help us?" She scowled. She had a feeling this would be a huge waste of time. Being friendly was one thing, but chasing down a man who may or may not be able to help in a room that they didn't know the location of? That was pretty damn idiotic.

"They don't show the inside of buildings."

"I want to know where their headquarters are, first," Corosa said. He was starting to pace, admittedly partly due to anxiety -- the city was getting to him, again. "And get a better idea of this place. Where would they put a prison?"

Not at headquarters, certainly, but it might be a good place to start searching anyway. Speaking of.

He frowned. "There's... two other people who may have seen the room, too."

"Try to relax," she offered. Pacing made her nervous, as her father only paced when something was seriously wrong. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. Prisons were tricky to locate, as they could be disguised or underground, completely hidden from enemy detection. This guy was really going to put her to work.

"Who are they?" She'd need more than just herself to locate this guy.

Corosa did stop pacing, but he was certainly no less anxious than before.

"I never got their names," he said. He didn't feel terribly stupid or guilty about that. He'd walked from a fight into an ocean and he did not think that he could be blamed for not pausing to ask for peoples' names. "One of them was... a grey girl, with horns."

He paused just to reflect on how incredibly sane he sounded. And he sighed.

"And the other was a dark-skinned woman, with..." Another pause, to recall. He hadn't paid attention. There'd been monsters to fight. "Blond hair, I think."

Both had been fairly unique-looking. He assumed it would not be hard to spot either.

"A grey girl with horns?" Ino repeated, sounding doubtful. Him not having gotten their names was a problem as well. She scowled.

"That isn't much to go on in a place like this." For all she knew, that could be normal in this place. What with everyone being from different worlds and all that nonsense.

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morning, out in the streets

this thread will be great I can tell already

oh god yes THEY'RE ALREADY SUCH A GOOD DUO

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