First Person: [The train jolts to a stop, some invisible presence giving the order to leave. Haku isn’t one to argue over orders as insistent as the nagging sensation pressing against the base of his skull. The whistle and natural groan of aging metal parts feel far too loud to his ears after the emptiness of death. As the hulking transport disappears into the fog he can’t help but wonder if it is the ferry of the dead, or if the events of the bridge were only a twisted imagining.
But the damp evidence still clings to his skin tainting the smell of fresh air with the tang of metal, and when he runs a finger over his wet cheek he feels the twinge of pain from a growing bruise. The wound has closed, but the tattered hole in his haori stays as a relic of his actions. No sense in pretending, delusion is a crutch of the weak.
Haku isn’t entirely certain what he expected of the afterlife. Not this, at least.
He abandons the empty tracks and their endless questions. No answers will be found by standing around like a fool.
And according to these signs, no allies will be made by slinking around in the shadows either. A little searching produces a watch tucked under his sash, a little outdated, and fundamentally terrible at the ‘time telling’ aspect of its design, but looking well suited for the communicator feature.
He takes several minutes with the frayed end of his sash and the reflective surface of his Hitai-ate, just wiping off as much of the gore as possible. Troublemakers face punishment, and painting himself as one during his first steps into this bizarre life-after-life isn’t exactly prudent. His clothes are hopeless, but at least now he isn’t wearing his own blood like gaudy make-up any more.
Finding which buttons provide which functions is the easy part, and no longer than a minute he has the video feed on.]
Good morning. I am Haku, I am a Genin of Kirigakure-
[A little white lie couldn’t hurt. No sense in broadcasting both his skill and missing-nin status all in one go.]
-I have just arrived by train, and I hope someone could answer my questions. As well… I had a comrade with me. I need to know that he is safe.
[With his feminine features and soft voice it wouldn’t be a stretch for people to believe him a young girl. They have before. Playing the part may even provide much needed information.]
{ [Canon] Haku || Naruto || No reserve || 2 of ? }
But the damp evidence still clings to his skin tainting the smell of fresh air with the tang of metal, and when he runs a finger over his wet cheek he feels the twinge of pain from a growing bruise. The wound has closed, but the tattered hole in his haori stays as a relic of his actions. No sense in pretending, delusion is a crutch of the weak.
Haku isn’t entirely certain what he expected of the afterlife. Not this, at least.
He abandons the empty tracks and their endless questions. No answers will be found by standing around like a fool.
And according to these signs, no allies will be made by slinking around in the shadows either. A little searching produces a watch tucked under his sash, a little outdated, and fundamentally terrible at the ‘time telling’ aspect of its design, but looking well suited for the communicator feature.
He takes several minutes with the frayed end of his sash and the reflective surface of his Hitai-ate, just wiping off as much of the gore as possible. Troublemakers face punishment, and painting himself as one during his first steps into this bizarre life-after-life isn’t exactly prudent. His clothes are hopeless, but at least now he isn’t wearing his own blood like gaudy make-up any more.
Finding which buttons provide which functions is the easy part, and no longer than a minute he has the video feed on.]
Good morning. I am Haku, I am a Genin of Kirigakure-
[A little white lie couldn’t hurt. No sense in broadcasting both his skill and missing-nin status all in one go.]
-I have just arrived by train, and I hope someone could answer my questions. As well… I had a comrade with me. I need to know that he is safe.
[With his feminine features and soft voice it wouldn’t be a stretch for people to believe him a young girl. They have before. Playing the part may even provide much needed information.]