itsjustdust | Kunai the Fifth: [Video/Action Goldenrod]

[So insanely happy now, yes he is. FINALLY someone he can talk to about this like a reasonable human being. He pushed his way into the center while he was talking.]

I know right? It's crazy. I always get this horribly upset faces pointed at me and when I explain how I died in just the perfect way that I wanted to they get worse and I don't even know how to approach it anymore.

[Well, she sets the 'Gear down on the counter while the kid rattles on, content to ignore most of it for the time being - he's going about it weirdly, but at least he seems to be agreeing with her - but for now, she has to at least pretend to pay attention to whoever the current ~~idiot who didn't think to buy potions~~ customer in the Center is; she's usually shoved in the back, filing all the things (because she is nothing if not efficient and she hates dealing with people besides), but for the time being, they are overstaffed back there and not...enough-staffed up front, so here she is.

And...wow, this was fine until the words coming out of the device and the words coming out of the kid in front of her started syncing up, uh. You've got to be kidding. You've got to be kidding.]

...well. Small world, isn't it?

[THIS FUCKING LINEFACE, OBITO.]

[He blinked at the gear, then he blinked at her, and promptly shut it off as the Charmander on his back reached for it, him holding it out a bit further until she lost interest.]

Okay, that never gets old. Hiya! I guess we should finally do that introduction thing, eh?

[...right. She'll just kind of watch the shenanigans here with a bit of a skeptical expression, one brow arched, before she just kind of tilts her head a bit. She's not...quite smiling; it's closer to smirking.

And twitching a little.

Again, you can practically sense the "Why..."]

I guess so. You first.

[He's getting really familiar with that face and has no idea why everyone uses it at him. Ah well, not important.]

Uchiha Obito at your service, Obito'll do fine by itself~ As for you? What do I call you?

[Cue expectant face as he tucked his gear into a pocket and then clasped his hands together leaning forward expectantly.]

[She still isn't comfortable having people call her by name; it's not something she ever had to worry about before this place, anyway. Everything was she or her in quiet voices and nothing else; if they had to address her directly, it was entirely "You" in a tone so deferential that it seemed more like a title than a pronoun.

Maybe one day she'll open up a bit more and actually go by the name she was given. But not now.]

...Caroline. Nice to meet you. I think.

[...right, well. She pauses for a moment before leaning over the counter, though she maintains eye contact; she seems more relaxed now that this is a bit less...random-encounter-from-nowhere, anyway.]

Do you have any Pokémon to be looked at, or are you just going to waste my time?

[It's sarcastic, as always, but there's no genuine bite to it. It would be closer to teasing, if that were something she did properly.]

[He gave her a bright smile.] Ohhh! Caroline huh? Can I call you Caroline-chan? It seems like a super friendly name to use that way.

Oh! Right, the pokemon. Two things. First I think Kiyu got a little too feisty with Raiton and he's a little ah, chewed on. Second! Checking on my boxed up pokemon! I know that's probably unusual but I want to make sure that they're all handling it okay and, you know, know I'm not gonna leave them like that.

[That seems to amuse her, actually.]

...I don't think so. Earn it, Obito-kun.

[Hey, it pays to have the entire database at your disposal for years on end with no one to tell you what to do between testing sessions, or during particularly boring ones. She may not know everything there is to know, but she does know a lot about a lot of things.]

As for the box. That's why the PC exists, you know. Go mess with that, I'll deal with your...thing that got chewed on.

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So mean! Maybe I should use Caroline-hime instead eh?

[He fished out the ball in question, it feeling weird in his hands, and offered it to her.] He's still kinda young. Oh! Right. Emolga.

I'll be right back! [Cue him going over and messing with the machine, well within shouting distance.]

[...she just kind of stares for a moment before taking the ball from him; she's really going to have to get used to this "snark at the human, the human snarks back" thing.

That said, however, she's content to just...well. Not shout, exactly, but she's able to set up the machine to heal the poor mauled-up thing in short order, and then it's just a matter of waiting on the assessment and what have you, so...let's just head back to the counter and make sure you aren't making a fuckery of that machine, kid.]

So what did the chewing-on? This...Kiyu-thing. What is it?

Eh? Oh! The Charmander here. She's Kiyu-hime. I have some serious burns up my arms from last time I got her to practice with me. She's getting fast, it's great!

[He hasn't broken it yet and is in fact being very careful, letting a mon out of the ball and fussing as it, giving treats before putting them away again.]

[...if she headtilts any harder, she's going to fall over, seriously.]

What, so you have these things attack you?

Well duh. How else are they gonna learn to work with me best? I can't know what they can do if I don't experience it anyway. Just observing is... lazy. [Hold please while he coos at his Petilil and makes little happy noises at her which she squeals in reply to. Then, she's put away and he's wandering back over to her.]

Besides, I'm a shinobi, it's excellent training to make sure I don't fall out of top form, even if things are supposed to work different here. Who trusts that, really?

...Most people, apparently. Some seem to have been here for years and have yet to see any serious violations of the "things are supposed to work different here" principle.

[At least she's not judging too hard or anything, from the sound of it, though the dryness still hasn't quite left her tone.]

But who are they to know? Seeing as you're fourteen and all. Pinnacle of human knowledge.

You say it like that, but I bet you're just jealous that I thought of it before you did.

[He flashed her a grin and leaned on the counter, edging up on his toes to drop his tone tone to a conspiratorial one.]

Promise I understand. Also, since I've been here I've heard all sorts of things, and frankly, I'm not gonna assume the cover is shiny just because it's got new paint, alright? That gets people killed and I've done that bit already, time for something new.

Oh. You're insane.

[She just offers a bit of a dismissive wave before she turns to check the readout from that machine regarding your Emolga there. It certainly was a bit roughhoused with, but it's nothing that she needs to be alarmed about. (As though she'd be alarmed anyway.) Excuse her while she just sets that thing to get on with the healing.]

Not that there's anything wrong with insanity, mind you; there's fine line between insanity and genius. There's also a fine line between insanity and stupidity, but maybe I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. For now.

[He blinked, then laughed, a soft happy sound as he gave her a rather fond look.]

My outlook makes plenty of sense for anyone in my generation. I know people who are way more twisted than I am by far, promise!

[...shrug.]

So that just means your whole generation is insane. Sure, why not.

[He opened his mouth to argue, then shut it with a pout.]

Not all of them, but most of the survivors, yeah, I guess by that standard...

Most people who survive anything are insane. There's a good reason grief counselling exists, where I'm from.

Not that anyone in Aperture uses it, because they don't survive, so it actually doesn't exist in our facility. But it's the thought that counts. And the one that has survived is definitely crazy.

[He looked sideways at her.]

Are you saying you're crazy too Caroline-hime?

[...wow. Things she had not exactly thought about, hang on. Processing, processing, proce-

...

Another shrug.]

Like I said, there's nothing wrong with it.

[That got a laugh and a smile.]

So you did. Back home people liked to say that the higher ranked you were, the more eccentric you had to be.

[She just kind of smirks at that a bit before returning to those healing machines.]

I worked for an eccentric once. Craziest person I ever knew.

[She retrieves the ball easily before returning with it; take your electrosquirrel, kid.]

Since you're supposedly the highest-ranked shinobi here, I think that sounds about right. Eccentricity correlating to power, I mean.

[He took it with a grin.]

I'm mid-rank back home so I have a long way to go yet on the power scale, but I've met nothing but genin here so far so... I win the rank contest, yep.

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