lieutenantantichrist | [6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]

[6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]

[Blake is in his apartment minding his own business when there's a flash of light.]

When it fades, nothing seems different for a minute. All's normal and as it should be, everything in its place. After a second, it sinks in. There's something that's been out of place for months, and all of a sudden the feeling of nakedness is gone.]

[He pats his side, and there's the good, reassuring weight of his gun, right where it should be. He takes it out to give it a look over, and it's exactly as he remembers it. He puts it back and feels more himself than he has since he got to this damn place.]

[That's when he notices there's a lot of strange noises outside.]

[Blake opens the door and steps out.]

[He takes a good look at around.]

[He thinks it over.]

Nope.

[He turns around to go back inside.]

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Yeah. Fucking magic, whatever it is you do.

[Tough as Blake likes to think he is, there's things he relies on. This has him spooked.]

[he shakes his head hard.]

One kind of crazy, that I can handle. Reality can have one exception.

It can't be everything. Then where does it fucking stop?

Who's to say there is a point where it stops? Everyone here is from a different world completely, it's more believable to think each has their own reality, set of rules, than to think they would all be the same.

What you perceive as truth will not be the same to others. You'd be better off if you didn't allow yourself to become bound by what you think is correct.

[~~If you try to make sense of panfandom Pokeworld, you're gonna have a bad time.~~]

[numbly] Can't be. There has to be something you can know for a fact, or you're just another raving crazy on the street corner.

[Blake has seen plenty of those in his time, yelling about God or the government watching them or aliens stealing pieces of their souls.]

Perceive is a cop-out. What's real is real.

[He doesn't sound as sure about that as he might have.]

~~[Blake is not having a good time.]~~

If we were back in our respective homes, perhaps. I would expect certain things to continue behaving as they always did, for people to continue doing only the things they were capable of.

Can't really say there's much reliability in how things work here though. Maybe before we all arrived here, but not now.

[Blake really, really misses home right now.]

How the hell can you be so calm about this? If somebody came up to you and said, oh, hey, nice day today, everything you fucking know about anything is wrong, how would you feel?

Ah... my Sensei once told me that a real ninja is one who endures no matter what gets thrown at him.

[He wasn't allowed the luxury of prolonged panic, the need to understand and fix a situation was more important and a better use of his time.

Didn't hurt that he was pretty sure he could kill everyone currently in the city if he needed to.]

Something like that, I guess.

[Carter is about to spit some denial in his face.]

[He stops. The fight slowly goes out of his stance. He thinks, and lets out a long, long sigh.]

We're not all ninjas, buddy.

No, of course not. And I won't deny that my training is probably a big factor in why I'm able to stay calm.

But given the situation and the unknown abilities of the people around us, I think approaching it calmly is a better course of action. Most of the people around us... they've become friends, comrades, during our time spent here. That didn't change just because they can now do something we might not understand.

You must be real used to weird shit.

[he huffs a humorless laugh] I thought I was. Hell. A cokehead knifing a Samoan in a gimp suit is nothing to this.

[He rubs his head and feels very, very old.]

Friends, huh. I guess there's a few people here who I wouldn't shove off a bridge.

[That's high praise from him.]

[His laugh was just as brief, but genuine. Sure he'd seen some weird shit... a giant chakra fox rampaging his village, the death god, hell their moon was created to house the body of another chakra demon thing. Probably not the best time to bring all that up though.]

Now see, the things you've seen would be a little weird to me. I guess they're not really comparable but...

[He understood the "knifing" part, at least.]

It's not so bad though, is it? I'm kind of interested in hearing everyone explain their abilities myself.

[You know what's a good time to bring that all up? Never. Never would be great.]

Yeah, but nothing from my world warped into your living room.

There's supposed to be things you can rely on. What've you got if you don't even know where you stand?

If they weren't full of shit all along...fuck, that changes everything.

[He doesn't make it a habit to share ninja secrets, you're safe.]

A chance to change your perspective, I guess.

[SHRUG. He was pretty strangely calm all things considered.]

And... if any of the ninja warped into your living room or, ah, messed up anything, I apologize.

[Good. He doesn't want ninja secrets. In fact, outside of movies with Bruce Lee, he doesn't want ninjas.]

What's wrong with where my perspective was before? It was doing fine there.

Not your fault, unless you're Ninja President or something.

[Was it really?

But he didn't see the need in pushing the subject much more. At least Blake seemed calmer now.]

Ah... the leader of our village is called the "Hokage". The ninja's actions are still their own, but if they're bothering anyone it reflects poorly on all of us, I think.

[Not that he expected the Konoha kids to run wild and be assholes.]

[Blake goes still. That unstable calm takes a sharp turn toward the cold and dangerous.]

You're saying you're in charge of all these kids running around calling themselves ninjas.

[He wasn't quite expecting that reaction and it made his smile waver, but he nodded as he answered.]

I am.

[Technically, anyway. He was the highest ranked here but only Obito was used to Minato being around.]

[What comes out of Blake's mouth is a low growl. His eyes are fixed on Minato as his fists curl at his sides.] You son of a bitch.

[Steadily, it rises to a shout.]

You son of a bitch!

[Blake gets up in Minato's face, cords standing out on his neck]

You're the fucking half-cocked third-world warlord sending twelve year olds out to get killed! All this goddamn time!

[Rage rises up and swamps reason without a second glance. Blake forgets about all the other bullshit going on and puts all the force in his body into shoving Minato.]

[His surprise was clearer this time, despite Blake's growing anger, but Minato was quick to quell it- digging his heels in, so to speak, after being shoved and regaining his footing, shifting into a defensive stance to better anticipate another move.

His rank and title weren't just for show, Minato was an experienced fighter and the shift into that mindset was seamless, second nature. Hope you enjoyed your one free hit on him!

Incapacitating Blake was out of the question though, no matter any further aggressive attacks, and it could often be more difficult to remain on the defense and not injure than it was to simply kill someone.]

The younger teams are not sent on dangerous missions unless necessary.

[It was just unfortunate how often it became necessary, wars that dragged on for years, pulling in each nation and wiping out their forces. By the time Minato had stepped up as Hokage the war was over, but the children were still taught to fight, if not by the village then by their family.]

It has never been a light decision and they understand the risks their ranks bring.

[And they were never really children to begin with. They couldn't be, not with the way their world worked.]

[The fact that this guy obviously is above and beyond him in the fighting department might've sunk in if Blake could see anything but red.]

[One hit just makes him want more. Makes him lock on to him as a target for the bloody, brutal revenge he never got to have.]

Necessary?! You twisted fuck! A little kid can't understand this shit! You're getting children killed, there's no fucking excuse!

[He puts all his rage into a swing for Minato's face.]

[In the brief time it took Blake's arm to swing Minato was simply gone, appearing back at the nearby seal he had previously placed against a building wall.

It was completely unfair to engage in a fight, no matter how badly he might have wanted to return that punch.]

Don't presume to understand the position myself and the previous Hokage were in.

[The expectations, the unspoken devotion they had to the village as a whole, not to the people themselves. Pushing children quickly through the ranks long before they were truly ready, sending them on missions directly to the front line. Konoha's forces had dwindled rapidly by the day, there hadn't been anyone left to send instead.

But it was guilt, too, that drew Minato's anger- if only he had argued against his students being sent out, if he had been a better teacher... They hadn't been ready. He hadn't been fast enough to save them.

Still, his tone was almost eerily calm as he spoke, even but firm.]

[Blake lurches off balance as the impact he expects doesn't come. The bastard dodged fast.]

Get back here, goddammit!

[Blake whirls around until he finds him again and charges toward him]

There's no fucking reason to send a gradeschooler in a warzone!

They trained their entire lives to become ninja. As did I.

[Talking wasn't going to get him anywhere, Minato knew that. But it was the only option he was comfortable with taking- minus possibly just teleporting away.

He remained in place though, easily reading Blake's advance, shifting on his feet and raising his arms in order to block or deter any more punches.]

Hitting me won't change that.

Starting when, you start gearing them up to kill people as soon as they could walk?

[He can't get a single hit through on the guy but he keeps going anyway, hurling his rage and body weight into blows one after another]

Some kid has nothing to do with your fucking issues!

They have to be able to defend themselves.

[Their world was cruel- expectations piled on tiny shoulders, hatred cycling and driving each of their actions. It was entirely possible though, still, for the children to live out their lives in relative safety as a civilian, rarely seeing the horrors of wars being fought outside the boundaries of their village.

But those with a clan name, with special abilities, were never given that option. If they didn't learn to fight, and early, they were in more danger than being sent out on the front lines. Other villages were always looking to increase their military ability, and kidnapping a child to exploit was hardly beneath them.]

I don't think my issues are the problem here.

[Blake's voice tears around the edges] Defending them is your job!

[He's throwing everything he has at Minato, and the bastard's not even moving. Panting, arms aching, Blake lets his attack lapse.]

[he snarls into the blond asshole's face] You don't know what you're talking about.

[6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]

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Note: Beating the shit out of Blake is 100% fine

lol, I don't think Mini would

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