It's a bit to take in. The entire world is gone... or my world.

And all I got to console myself is with this fuckin' oatmeal bullshit.

These people really don't know how to treat anyone, do they?

[ Sasori has always been good with his hands. Very, very good, really (as much as is expected of an artist). Unfortunately, he is what one might refer to as 'old school'. Computers and such technology as he was staring at at the moment were rare to come by in Sunagakure.

He had never really operated a computer, unless it was one of those machines that had a big red button which read POWER or DO NOT PRESS, their functions obvious.

Whatever he was staring at right now, though, intrigued him. He could see hiragana scattered all over the keyboard, and bits of kanji, but-- ]

...Where are the remaining five thousand odd kanji?

[ Ridiculous. Where was the rest of this machinery that had the remaining alphabet?

And in trying to figure out what it did, Sasori presses a few buttons experimentally. ]

AGHKCOOOO--2=EKK4MMBORED
BOREDBOREDBOREDBOR
EDBORINGHELLO;;9 JDNKajdo--l l

[ Which is when he presses something and it starts recording him... Sasori notices this and stares at the screen, continuing to press all the keys while staring at the screen, wondering if pressing anything will do something. Like-- Stop recording him?

Help? ]

[Chidori settles in front of the camera, a slightly distracted air to both that motion and the way she adjusts the camera away from her eyes. She's short and to the point at first, but as she continues, voice getting sharper by degrees.]

Dualscar appears to be missing from the tower.

[A pause, because that's all she meant to say, but-]

If our dear administrators have done something with him, it would be wise to let me know. Otherwise I will presume you have returned him as you once did me.

Either way, it was an unwise choice to make.


[She really hates all of you.]