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[shinkei_dokusei]

[ 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? ]

Comments

-hero? :3

[fifth_kazekage]

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.

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

[shinkei_dokusei]

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. ]

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

[fifth_kazekage]

[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?

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

[shinkei_dokusei]

[ 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!

[fifth_kazekage]

[Fear hadn’t been his intention – not at all. The only thing the Akatsuki might have feared was failure, and even then, they would have just found another way to obtain success. It would be a waste of time and energy to try and instill that emotion in their kind.

Apathetic, just as Sakura had told him, Gaara mused to himself. He still didn’t understand why Sasori had allowed himself to be killed – if that was what really happened – when he had no emotions to be burdened with.

He just shrugged slightly. Back at the facility, he acted more like a defender of justice, but here, things were different. He was no longer who he thought he was. He didn’t have the same responsibilities as before. He was… He couldn’t answer that question yet. Once again, he would need to figure out his own identity, before someone else tried to lead him astray.]

Absorb as much information as you can, then. Lest you waste your time.

For now, I have other matters to tend to. You can contact me in the future, if you wish. [He gave Sasori a slight nod of dismissal, and then the screen went black as he turned off the computer.]