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001 Chakra Thread || [Accidental Text ---> Video]

[ 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?~~ ]

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[With all the recent turmoil, Gaara doesn’t feel particularly inclined to check on the network. But this strange post catches his attention.]

[At first, he thinks the person’s computer must be malfunctioning. And then the video turns on, which pretty much gives him the answer.]

…Sasori.

[A quiet mutter as Gaara masks his surprise. He wonders if the other is the one that he knew from the facility, or-]

You don’t know how to use the computer, do you.

[ Well, that makes him stop pressing random buttons. He was just in the middle of typing out another string of BOREDBOREDBOREDBORED, not that that is of any importance right now...

The video on the screen and the fact that the other person referred to him by name makes him quirk an eyebrow, ever so slightly. ]

...It didn't come with a manual.

[ Actually, he is rather embarrassed, but manages not to show it, mouth in a thin straight line. ]

[No recognition. He’s probably a… clone. Or something. Gaara has already strained enough of his brain trying to draw the most logical conclusion.

He isn’t exactly in the mood to teach, so he just relays the most basic information: how to post using text, audio, and video, how to respond to messages, and how to check posts on the network. The other things like hacking and privatizing conversations can be saved for later.

At the end, he asks in a cool, detached tone.] Understood?

[ He is not made of wood anymore, and he's wearing his black Suna clothes. Hopefully that should be a hint?

Sasori had read the letters and figured his things were in the trunk. Who packed them in there, he had no idea. He certainly didn't remember planning a road trip, and the uncertainty that he was sent here, contrary to what the letter said, bothers him. Who sent him and why?

And what did he need rescuing from? If anything it was everyone else who needed rescuing from him.

But he listens patiently to what Gaara has to 'teach' him, and while he is being taught, happens to try all the options too. ]

Yes.

[ And here's some text to go with that: ]

¬_¬

[ Followed by more video: ]

Can I not switch from hiragana to kanji? And where are the other characters? [ He needs to learn Shift+key commands :F ]

◕ ‿◕

[Gaara already knows he looks different from the last time he saw him at the facility. That could be because of the clothing that the tower provided. Either way, it's of little importance to him.]

......

[He stares at those symbols, classifying them as "emoticons" as they had been referred to, at the facility. He knows some himself, but rarely uses them. Right now is definitely not the time or place for such playful gestures.]

Yes. There are more characters than what appear on the keyboard. You need to utilize the "shift" key.

[Seriously, what the hell is with all the symbols... Gaara is just going to glance at them with cool indifference and then move on.]

There are also hidden text menus. ...But I suppose you are content with pushing random keys.

[ He isn't being playful on purpose, only trying out things, and secretly enjoying the fact that he can make all sorts of faces with them.

And, locating the 'shift' key, Sasori tries a few characters, satisfied that it somewhat answers that problem. But, there are other more pressing issues, and he doesn't look up at the screen from his typing when he says: ]

I would appreciate being told about the hidden text menus, but first-- [ He looks up here. ] Have we met?

[He huffs a single breath of impatience and contemplates cutting the conversation short. This is going to take a while if he has to walk him through all of the various functions of the computer. The basics should suffice for the time being-

-and then Sasori asks him a question that gives him pause. He recalls how the puppet master had been at the facility, and there was also his partner...]

You and I, no. [A vague, but truthful answer.] I simply know what you will become.

[ It would only be a matter of days before Sasori gets extremely curious and tries his hand at disassembling the computers and figuring out exactly how they work. He might try not to do it himself first, though. Perhaps he could watch and wait until somebody else does so first, just to ensure that there are no dire consequences.

These are only fleeting thoughts that drift like the sands on the dunes, though, and it is easy to discard them for the cryptic answer the other gives him. Oddly enough, there's a slight tug at the corner of his lips then. ]

Mm~? And what would that be?

[Be careful not to get punished by the tower for doing that. Maybe the computers can’t be disassembled, just like the damned annoying collars. A semi-experienced hacker, Gaara is far more interested in the software than hardware of the computer.

He shakes his head and answers blithely.] It is too soon to divulge that information. You will find out, at a later time.

For now, knowing enough to survive should suffice.

[ Which is why he will observe first. ]

Hm. I suppose I will... [ His tone betrays a hint of disappointment at not being told right away, yet he decides it would be for the best. After all, there was no point in developing a bias before achieving one's goals.

And knowing enough to survive, hm? Sasori wasn't mistaken when he told himself he never checked into such a place willingly, 'rescued' or not. It was most likely 'not', too. ]

You are from the future, then, and from my 'world'. [ Here he eyes the other carefully, as if searching for any sign of familiarity. ] Sunagakure?

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[For a frozen moment in time, Gaara wasn’t sure how to answer that question. He had just learned that, once again, everything he knew about himself was apparently a lie. The memories were true, but his existence was not.

After recovering mentally, he decided to keep up the façade for the time being.]

Yes. I am… the Fifth Kazekage.

[Gaara stopped wearing the Suna headband after he was elected Kazekage, per the expected custom. Kage used their hats to represent the village they led. Headbands were worn by shinobi of the regular ranks. Gaara didn’t wear his hat on a regular basis, but it had appeared in the trunk at the end of his bed. He could use it for proof, if needed.]

You have defected from the Sand at this point. Correct?

[ Sasori isn't sure if it was just the computer playing tricks or if he did actually see something just then; something in the other's expression that was so fleeting he did not have enough time to catch it fully. It made him wonder, though. This place-- How long had the other been here? ]

The Fifth already? [ Sasori smiles at the news, amused. The Third was sitting in his trunk. ]

Hn. Three months ago, to be exact.

[ Sasori slid his fingers across the smooth corners of the keyboard, wondering how much stronger the Fifth was than the Third. He would love to find out, but not today. Not yet. He had a lot of exploring to do before embarking on any new projects. ]

How long have you been here?

[The uncertainty passed, a flickering shadow across his normally-stoic expression. He was fortunate, in a way, to have had so much practice suppressing his emotions and concealing his true thoughts. It kept people off-guard and guessing as to what he was really thinking, how he really felt about a situation.]

Yes. [He assumed Sasori knew who the Fourth had been. But since Gaara wasn’t overtly fond of talking about his father, he wouldn’t volunteer any information, unless asked.]

I see.

[So many events would happen after Sasori’s defection. It was strange, knowing more about the other than Sasori himself did. Gaara had experienced, firsthand, how it felt to receive information on future occurrences, especially when they affected him directly. Sasori’s assimilation into the Akatsuki, his blatant betrayal of the village, his death in battle against Elder Chiyo and Sakura Haruna of the Leaf – all of it. He held that knowledge, and it was pertinent to the former Sand shinobi. Gaara could be cruel and use that information to his own advantage, and yet – something held him back.]

I arrived yesterday. [He answered truthfully.] Do you believe the claim that our world was destroyed?

[ Sasori was aware of who the Fourth was, and had also been aware of how he was elected merely as a stand-in in the beginning. The Third had been much loved, and to this Sasori agreed. The Third had been the strongest, and he would still hold the highest regard for the man. And, in some twisted way, Sasori had managed to both surpass him as well as honor him into eternity. But he didn't expect anyone else to understand.

At the date of Gaara's arrival, though, Sasori quirks an eyebrow. The question, however, makes him sigh, as if the answer was extremely obvious. ]

I was brought here from before your time. If our world was destroyed then, would it make sense for you to be standing there talking to me?

[An extremely logical answer, and one that Gaara would agree with, only…]

…Of course. You’re unaware of the time distortion.

[If he hadn’t seen evidence of it from his time at the facility, he wouldn’t have believed this in principle. The parameters of space/time jutsu weren’t thoroughly defined, since very few shinobi had those abilities. But then again, this reality didn’t follow the logistics of their world.]

The letter didn’t state when the world was supposedly destroyed. It could have taken place in the future.

Hn. Yet there is no denying the reality that it did exist in between my time and yours. [ He would have gone into detail about the looping and condensing of Time itself, but he felt it would divert from the subject of discussion. That, and the need to validate his existence was a little strong here to accept otherwise, despite the fact that the thoughts, reasons, and possibilities didn't escape him. ]

It could have taken place in the future, in which case neither of us needed 'rescuing' before our time. That, and this-- [ He points to his collar, which is coincidentally of the same color as Gaara's. ] tell me that we are here not simply because a good Samaritan decided to save us from an apocalypse.

[They can digress, but let's not get into that right now.

...They would still need rescuing in the future, given the war and everything. He isn't going to discuss that, though, for obvious reasons.]

Not these individuals, no. These constraints are likely a means for control. I had initially thought it would be correlated with the color.

[Gaara gives into the sudden impulse of grazing his fingers against his own collar. The tubes set the design apart from the one at the facility. Either way, he is stuck with a collar, and he doesn't like it.]

I find it curious that these collars don't seal or hinder our abilities in some way.

[ Sasori hasn't touched his collar since the moment he had done so after recovering from the sleep paralysis. He had tugged and pulled, and then attempted to carefully dismantle it, but to no avail. That collar symbolized only one thing: control. Control was something Sasori was not good at letting others have over himself.

Now, watching as Gaara touched his own collar, Sasori's mouth forms a thin line. He was not going to touch his own unless he was to break it. But something about it left him with a hunch that breaking the collar, or even damaging it, would result in dire consequences. --Consequences he was not prepared to meet just yet, seeing as how he only got here. ]

Then it is not unlike a tag on the animals bred at conservatories. [ There is resentment lacing his tone of voice then. ]

The people in this tower may merely be subjects in a large scale experiment. [ Karma was a bitch, in Sasori's opinion. ]

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[What a smart man-errr, puppet. If the collars were harmless, then obviously, other people with supernatural abilities would have already tried, and maybe even succeeded, at taking them off. Someone here had already mentioned the possibility of having powers limited if they were abused. It wouldn’t be wise to take that chance.]

Animals… [He quirks a brow in bemusement at that word.] I doubt procreation is their intention, but I suppose it’s a possibility.

[Here, he nods with agreement. It was what he suspected in the beginning, and after being told about the experiments that took place, it was just about as good as a confirmation.] They are, essentially. Experiments are conducted on the captives on a regular basis, from what I have observed.

[He releases a light grunt that mildly resembles relief.] The experiments here at the tower don’t seem to be as emotionally scarring, fortunately. The level of threat, however, is similar.

[ Still a man, thank you very much. And yes, he did notice that everybody else seemed to walk around with the collar on and not consciously try to get rid of it.

Animals, why not? He didn't mean it literally, though, and Sasori's reaction mirrors Gaara's, except he has more prominent brows to show it. His next words are mumbled, mostly to himself: ] Everything is a possibility. [ When you hardly knew anything at all. Possibilities and probabilities-- statistics. Sasori hated statistics when he wasn't given a fixed number of variables to work with. ]

Captives. [ The corner of his mouth tugs in a little smirk. Aptly put, that is exactly what they are. Lab rats and guinea pigs. Or worse, somebody else's toys.

The grunt doesn't go unnoticed, however, and it catches Sasori's attention. While it is partly relieving to know that the experiments are not as emotionally scarring, Gaara's reaction nags at him, and his curiosity is piqued.

He tips his head to an angle by a few degrees, observing the other, eyes questioning. ]

As emotionally scarring as...? [ Perhaps he hadn't imagined that flicker of a reaction he had observed earlier...

As for the 'experiments'-- While they were an inconvenience, he wondered if it would help him with his personal agenda... ]

People are unlikely here out of their own free will. [But then, he remembers something Axel once told him at the facility.] Unless they’ve acclimated to this environment enough to consider it home, now. There could also be spies present.

[The corner of his lips quirk up in a partial smirk, one that completely lacks humor. He knows he is being watched, observed, and it doesn’t faze him. He isn’t usually so careless with his speech, but in his present state, he lacks the capacity to care. Let Sasori get as many answers from him as he is willing to reveal, at this moment.] As emotionally scarring as other places or experiments.

[He can’t help but feel curious about the other, wondering what had happened to send him running out of the Sand. The living conditions in Suna were harsh, and as such, most of the villagers had little sympathy to spare for others, despite being neighbors and comrades. There had been little information given on Sasori’s background, save his parents and paternal grandmother. Why had he killed the Third Kazekage? What reason did he have to betray the Sand to the Akatsuki?

Those weren’t questions that Gaara wanted to ask at present. Maybe later, when his curiosity was peaked more than just lukewarm interest.

He casually looks further down the screen, catching sight of some of the other conversations going on. Not everyone is being particularly helpful, he silently notes. That is just people’s nature, from what he has observed over the years.]

It appears you’ve elicited help from another. Assuming that individual is competent, you should be able to acquire whatever information you desire.

I haven't disregarded the possibility of there being spies. And this-- [ He gestures to the computer. ] Seems easy to intercept. [ He was used to telepathic messages where large scale communication was involved. ]

The Fifth being subjected to experimentation. [ His brows level then, that distant look once again taking its place. ] Not very impressive.

[ And as for Ssori's reasons for doing what he did-- well, Gaara could try getting them out of him. He has not heard of the Akatsuki beyond mere rumors and did not entertain ideas of joining them as of yet. Reasons for what he will do could only be speculated upon. ]

I would hope so. Should they prove otherwise... [ The words hang in the air as Sasori actually smiles, features eerie. If Signless proved to be incompetent, there would be amusement. For him. ]

[The redhead smirks knowingly.] Of course. You of all people would know about spying, now wouldn’t you.

[He nods at that next point being made.] For the most part, computers seem easy to hack into. All it requires is time.

[Hearing his critique, Gaara smiles just then. But it isn’t a smile filled with happiness or pleasantries – it’s full of irony and dark amusement.] Is that how you feel. [He tilts his head to the side a bit.] I will be sure to send your regards to your future comrades. Your partner, in particular, was tormented by some experiments enough to affect his functionality. [Truthful words, but uttered with cruel intentions. He would have been surprised with himself, if he had his normal mindset.]

…Then you will discard them?

[ The corners of Sasori's mouth twitch at that. Well now, the other person had the upper hand in that he knew quite a bit about his future and recent-past actions. But it would only be an advantage if Sasori did get to go back to his world. For now, that knowledge was probably not pertinent. The weapons he had were different, he himself was different... It was only a matter of time before he chose to evolve into something else. New ideas, new muses-- The future wasn't set in stone. ]

I would, wouldn't I?

[ And if the mention of such a future were meant to scare Sasori, then it wasn't entirely working. The puppet master only chuckles, slightly amused at the attempt to threaten. And since when did he give a damn about his 'partners' or 'comrades'?

Sasori shrugs ever so slightly at the news. ] His loss.

[ As to what he might do to the person who agreed to show up to help him: ] Perhaps. [ Take 'discard' whichever way you wanted to. ]

I was actually thinking of the song "Holding Out For A Hero" but I like the Iglesias one a lot too!

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...Stephen Hawkings, halp |8

Sasori, you're such an old fart 8|

hey hey now 8(

What? You type like my old man.

I could be your-- /SHOT

-hero? :3

faaaa---- neverminddd~ But. Hero? REALLY? >.>

Hands off my mommy. >: It’s a song reference. XD

There was an Erique Iglesias meme on bakerstreet a while back /snickers XD

I was actually thinking of the song "Holding Out For A Hero" but I like the Iglesias one a lot too!