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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.

Red X would be found in the training room. His self-replicating dagger had finally evolved again, and he would be found in a room full of a bunch of moving targets. Juggling the dagger in one hand, he grabbed the knife by the blade, and then hurled it at a nearby target. In mid-air, it began glowing red, and split into three different daggers, each hitting a different target; one was a bulls-eye, another was pretty close to the inner circle, and the rest wasn't that great.

Red X frowned behind his mask. "It's sentient and it still won't hit a target by itself?" he asked to no one in particular. But, then there was its latest evolution. The xenothium marks on the inside of his gloves began glowing; and the three daggers began glowing as well, a red X-like design on the bottom of the handle glowing as well. Xenothium then began firing out of the handles, forming a web of that sticky, elastic material... which then began glowing, along with making a beeping sound.

"... Crap," he hissed, ducking behind a nearby metal crate, as a series of fragmentation explosions went off with the other targets. Hopefully Ino would know to hide, too.

Despite feeling it might be a fruitless adventure, she wanted to find a familiar face. A face she could trust and laugh with. She had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that it didn't matter because there was nobody here with her. Nobody she knew, that was. A little reconnaissance would be ideal as well, if she'd be stuck here for a long time.

She had watched Red X from the moment she entered, curious about his weapon. The mask was intriguing as well.

And if he was suddenly hiding behind a crate, maybe it would be wise for Ino to do the same. Near the entrance, though, there wasn't much for her to hide behind. The beeping was unfamiliar to her, as explosives came from tags or Justus, and the moment she realized what was happening, her fingers quickly moved into a simple seal. A puff of smoke, then a small log appeared where she had been.

Ino herself was on the wall directly behind from where she had been, perfectly positioned in a crouch staring down at the crate Red X had been hiding. She was glad her chakra control was still exceptional to keep her balanced on the wall like this. All that training had been beneficial after all.

"What was that?"

"Xenothium," he replied, before turining to see the--... hot, blonde newcomer. No. No, Red X. You aren't single anymore. Shaking his head to cast out any ideas he may have just gotten, and showing a very rare and very new sense of self-restraint, he mentally corrected himself.

"Some of the most dangerous shit on the planet. Use it right, it's a near-limitless supply of energy that can take almost any form. Use it wrong, mushroom cloud."

She dropped back down, a hand on her hip. That seemed really, really dangerous. And - no offense, Red X - he didn't seem like the best candidate for something like that.

"You know how to use it right, right?"

The thief shrugged. "Xenothium? Yeah." He held out his hand, and all three daggers vanished in a puff of red smoke. Only one dagger reappeared in his hand, which he then clipped to his belt. "These things? Still working on that."

He looked her over. Nice outfit... very nice. He could get used to this one. "Dare I ask what WMD they gave you? Something tells me it's not gonna be a pretty ribbon."

Mostly because that's what they gave Mami.

Ino scoffed. As if she'd choose a ribbon. She shook her head. "I chose a bow."

She'd found it to be rather interesting, as well. It was resting in the left breast pocket of her chuunin vest, able to be bent easily into a smaller size for convenience. It still retained its wooden look and feel. Given the strange things she had seen at home, it hadn't surprised her.

"A bow, huh?" he asked. "I take it it's not the kind you put in your hair." He leaned against a nearby wall, folding his arms over his chest. "So what's your name? Christina? Brittany? Maybe Miley?"

He knew he had a bad, and offensive sense of humor. But as long as he found it funny, forget everyone else.

Edited (Accidentally hit 'tab.') 2012-08-17 01:49 (UTC)

"Yamanaka Ino." For your information, the bitchy undertone to her reply. She crossed her arms, adjusting her weight to her left leg. This guy was either kind of an asshole or he was just really bad at socializing with people.

Who knows, maybe it was a little bit of both. People in masks weren't exactly the most well-adjusted people.

"I'm guessing your name has something to do with an animal or a philosophy, based on your mask." She could fake a horrible sense of humor, too, dude.

"Ah. Another Japanese name. The Initiative has a real hard-on for that," he responds, looking at the back of his wrist as if he were already bored. At her next question, he just shrugged.

"Red X. Name came with the suit, after I stole it from a team of superheroes."

"Japanese?" She scowled at the foreign term. "I'm from Konoha."

Ino raised an eyebrow at his revelation. He didn't even bother to change the name? "So you're confident they can't take it back from you, since you're parading around with it."

"Never heard of it."

Her next question made him grin behind his mask. Oh, perfect. His favorite topic. "I'm pretty damn confident about it, yeah. They tried, over and over again, and they failed every single time."

Except for that first time when they stole the belt back, but that turned out to be a total non-issue in the end.

Arrogance was something she was used to in Konoha. Kiba definitely had enough to share with the rest of the Konoha 11. This made Ino roll her eyes and scoff.

"Guess it wasn't that important to them if they couldn't even take down some punk."

She didn't really mean it, Red X, she was just a little cranky from her abrupt arrival.

It would be more offensive if he didn't know it wasn't true at all. Oh, if only she had met Robin. "You kidding? Robin's almost in tears every time he sees the suit." Or at least, it certainly seems like it. He's more the 'fly into an almost un-hero-like rage' type.

Somehow, Ino doesn't believe that. The suit doesn't look like anything to cry over; it looks like a prototype, if anything. Something more practical than stylish, and not enough of either to really cry over.

"Really? Huh. Can't he just make a new one? It doesn't look that difficult to replicate."

"It's a little bit more personal than that to him. This suit almost got his friends killed, while he was wearing it."

He laughs, and then stocks mocking Robin's voice. "The suit was a mistake! I'm not evil! I just wanted to get to Slade!" Another laugh. "It was quite a sight. And really, it's been way more useful to him out here than gathering dust in a vault.

Sheesh, that was a little cruel. She shook her head slightly and flipped her head to the side, her bangs moving away then resting back in their original position.

"He should have burned it if he thought it was a mistake."

"Too dangerous. Would have set off a nuclear explosion 'cause of what the suit's fueled by," he answered, shrugging, and leaning against a nearby support beam. "About the only thing he could do is seal it in a vault. But I've never met a vault I couldn't break into."

"A nuclear explosion? What's that?" She was honestly confused about that. If shinobi had access to nuclear weapons, wars would have been fought much differently. But, as it were, that was unknown in her world. Explosion she knew, naturally, and that was bad.

She decided to ignore his free admission to being a thief. He could be a valuable ally if she ever ran into a vault or lock she needed opened.

Was she serious? Well... maybe she's from a world where nuclear science hasn't been discovered yet. "I'll give you a hint. It's what the sun is." Well... sort of. Nuclear fission isn't the same as nuclear fusion, but it's something she'd understand.

"An explosion hot enough not to melt you, but to vaporize you. Turn you into a gas instead of a liquid. That's why Robin had to lock it up instead of destroy it, he couldn't risk something going wrong." Another shrug. "His loss is my gain, I guess."

That was nothing at all like the sun. The sun was hot, but not hot enough to turn somebody into a gas or a liquid. ~~Unless you were in Suna~~ But she did understand the implications of an explosion that could do that. The more she found out about this suit, the more dangerous it was.

"Then why create it in the first place if he knew it was dangerous? That seems incredibly irresponsible. He could destroy entire villages just by accident."

"I dunno. Why not just ask him if he gets here?" he asks, grinning behind his mask. "Be sure to ask him how much of a 'mistake' it was."

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"I'm sure I'd make a great first impression," she scoffs. She wonders what the likelihood of him showing up would be, though; or of anybody from the same world showing up. Random arrivals was what she had gotten so far.

"Mention 'Slade' when you do. He loves that." Meanwhile, he thinks he just found a new person to pick on. He's been needing one of those, ever since Jack Spicer left. Red X was losing his mind from lack of trolling victims.

It wasn't everyday that someone found a pretty young woman, walking around with a bow in hand, looking ready for a fight. Well, unless that someone happened to be Finnick, who happened to spend a great deal of time around the girl on fire. It was that, more than anything, that made the girl stand out in the crowd.

And someone standing out in this sort of crowd was someone worth chatting to.

"Hello." He made sure not to stand too close to her when he finally made his way over, his most charming smile plastered over his face. "You expecting the war to happen any second now, or are you just lost?" There was a teasing note to his voice as he tilted his head.

He was cute, sure, but Ino's mind was still focused on war. The war back home, that was; 'there would be time for romance after this was settled', she had told herself. She placed a hand on her hip, glancing towards him.

"A little bit of both." The corners of her lips turned up slightly, a coy smile. It wasn't flirting, really, just being friendly. "I'm looking for some people, actually."

Her teammates, mainly. She could make it through this with Shikamaru and Chouji.

Flirting or not, it wasn't as though Finnick would really turn down the opportunity to be himself, regardless of the situation. "You must be new here, then. Freshly arrived and already received the little welcome speech from the Initiative drone?" A rhetorical question, mostly. If she just got to Exsilium, there was no way she could have gotten out of the Hold without talking to the greeter.

"Give me your friends' names. They might have been on the network." He paused. "But not everyone arrives with other people."

"Nara Shikamaru and Akimichi Chouji." Her voice was neutral. She pushed down the memories of what had transpired before her arrival and settled for just hoping that they hadn't had something horrible done to them if they were here.

There was a quick shake of his head. Not that he knew all of the transports that were brought to Exsilium, but those were names he didn't recognize. "I'm afraid I haven't heard of them. We're not all brought here together with others from home. Sometimes they arrive later. Sometimes they don't arrive at all."

His lips quirked up in another smile. "Is there anything else I could help you with?"

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oh god yes THEY'RE ALREADY SUCH A GOOD DUO

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