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[She's muttering to herself here. What the journal picks up will be quiet and somewhat disjointed -- and definitely irritated.] Some kind of communications device, then. It seems a bit... bulky. I wonder... [Pause. There's a rhythmic tapping for a few moments.] Damn it.

[The sound of pages rustling. She clears her throat then and speaks loudly and forcefully.] Luceti. I've never heard of it. There's some sort of guide floating around that I've taken a look at, but I want to hear it from someone personally. Just why have I been brought here?

I have questions that need answered. It would be very much appreciated if someone would step up and start talking.

Start answering, or I start leveling the forest. [There's a pause and then a muttered:] If anyone even cares about the forest. Where the hell is this place? [It's obvious now that she's talking to herself. Journal? What journal?] Definitely not the cave I left. Nowhere near it; the place didn't look a thing like this.

[She trails off, muttering once in awhile about not knowing of anyone in the Bingo Book that can do something like this and about illusions cast before she abruptly cuts herself off. Right. Journal. Recording. She huffs.]

Damn it.

[End transmission.]

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[Course she does.]

It's not like they actually hurt. [Huffiness gives way to amusement.] First you're getting me to strip in the woods and now you're talking about sleeping habits. Two months in Luceti's changed you, kid.

Th'name's Wolfwood. A few months ago, I was in your exact same position.

[a pause, followed by an amused hum]

Well, I wasn't threatening to chop the forest in half, but you get what I mean.

[asdfghjkl whut

He almost cringes at that, BUT RESISTS. Oh no, not giving her the satisfaction. She'll probably get enough from the annoyed tone in his voice.]

Troublesome woman... You're right. I was finally getting used to having some peace and quiet for once.

[Heh. That got you, didn't it?]

Well, those days are over. You'll get fat and lazy otherwise. [Pause.] Er. Well. Fat, anyway.

That's quite a title.

Temari of the Sand.

[There's an amused snort. Please. He's eaten dinner with a family of Akimichis before and lived to tell the tale.]

Heh. Don't worry. This place goes to hell in a handbasket often enough that even I can't get too complacent. [As she might have seen in the guide.]

Good to hear you're staying on your toes. [Sorta. It's said a bit wryly, at any rate.] So, we're taken to a strange place, you haven't found a way out, and it goes to hell in a handbasket every so often. Wonderful. [There's a compliment in there somewhere -- or at least an acknowledgment of Shikamaru's giant brain.]

I'm assuming there's some sort of shelter in town. Somewhere. Hopefully. [Because it's cold, damn it all.]

[Lot of good it's doing him right now, isn't it?]

There's a whole village. Free food and housing; you have your pick of seven different apartment buildings. [He finally turns his head in her direction again, trusting she's dressed by now.] Your fan is in the weapons shop, by the way. I checked before I came out here.

Sand?

[Uhhhh... Never had to explain it before. Ever.]

What's the Black Pearl?

She's my ship, darling. A beauty, and the fastest in the Caribbean. Maybe even the fastest in the world. I'd stake my life on it.

...Sand?

[She stills upon seeing that he's turned his head toward her and then, almost guiltily, drops her hands. She should probably quit, you know, toying with the new wings. They're sore and weird and he's just caught her smoothing down feathers and trying to get them settled under her clothes. Damn it all. Say a word, Shikamaru. Say. One. Word. About it. She dares you.]

Good. [Arms crossed now. She never was messing with the wings. Got that?] I'd hate to have to build another; I'm partial to that one. It's got good weight.

I never said half.

[Pause.] Temari.

That's Shikamaru for you. [Shut up. That's not fond exasperation in her voice. It's just plain exasperation.]

What is this place? And don't tell me 'Luceti.' I figured that much out, thanks.

[No he's not. Don't even think that, God.]

How many of you Konoha types are here?

It's a village. [Like she's giving anyone specifics.]

No kidding. [Damn thing is heavy, he's learned. >.>]

So shall I escort you there or are you planning on flying?

[See icon and keywords.]

I thought I'd cartwheel.

[And yet he feels better. ^_^

Starting in the direction of the village.] I'll just put some distance between myself and your feet then.

A pleasure to 'meet' you, Temari.

You get anyone to tell you how this place works?

Oh shut up.

[And without another word, she falls into step.]

Apparently, there's a few people I know here.

[He smirks, but he'll do just that. It's actually easy to do - more people showing up here from his world... It's not something he's happy to see.

He takes to the trees, trusting she'll follow.] Chouji explain things to you?

[She does; moving through the trees is actually... nice. It's familiar enough to take her mind off the incessant ache in her shoulders.]

Welcome to Luceti, blah blah blah. Find a place to stay, take what you need, don't destroy the forest. Blah. Blah. Blah.

[Unimpressed. She's definitely that.]

I want my fan first.

Tch. You'll get it soon enough. If you have any other questions though, might as well ask them now. It's not exactly a quick jaunt back to the village.

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