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If you'd rather not do so here, then feel free to come poke me on AIM as well; Infy's OOC name is Infinity Pikachu, and if you wanted to have an IC chat, you can prod me to hop onto Kisame's name, monstrouscourge. Thanks!

Kisame's a very new muse for me; this is my first time playing him. So be gentle, please. ;~;

Don't let that stop you from giving me advice and suggestions and concrit and stuff, though! Please post all of that here~ ♥

Okay, I'll be the first to admit, I don't know what the hell is going on here with this "mother reborn" and poisoned water thing. Information, I'd like it. Thanks.

In other news, if anybody needs a quick supply of water that's definitely pure, just ask me; I can make about a lake's worth of the stuff in one shot without much trouble. Smaller amounts are even less work, and I imagine nobody really needs that much at a time, unless they're digging a reservoir or something.

[The post starts with Kisame looking from the communicator to the mirror, then back; the poor shark man has found a Zora mask. Though it might be difficult to tell. :P His cloak, arm warmers, and shirt have been tossed into the tub behind him, as none would comfortably accommodate the rather large fins his arms are now sporting.]

.....Well, this is awkward. And kind of annoying, I guess. I didn't bother asking about everything going on lately, considering you've all been doing that just fine by yourselves, but really--what the hell is up with these masks? This one doesn't seem to want to come off. The look isn't bad, but.... well, I'm sure it would be more useful for someone besides me, suffice to say.

[He sighs, looks at himself in the mirror again, and scratches one of his arm fins irritably; he's starting to dry out, and that's just not cool.] It's absolutely stifling in this house, by the way. Anyone want to come swimming?

((Backdated to a bit after this.))


[The feed turns on as a set of subway doors slide open; people swarm out through them, but Kisame is stubbornly staying in his seat, perplexed and frustrated and gesturing angrily to someone off-screen, probably Aaron or Kurama.]

--one we saw when we got onto this damned thing. We're staying on here for another trip so I can record this, because I'm pretty something screwy is going on here.

[Sighing, Kisame flops back in his seat and waits for the doors to close on the new set of passengers, waving away an Asian man approaching with an offer of "Shine-shine? Shoe shine?" Instead, he holds up his communicator, turning it until it gets a good view of the sign for the station they're at.]

I swear I'm not crazy. Get a good look at that sign, and I'll get the sign of the place we come in on, too.

[The subway starts again soon enough, and rumbles on for a bit; as they start to slow, Kisame holds up his communicator again, clearly showing the exact same sign he had recorded before--a clear violation of physics, of some sort.]

See? This is ridiculous! What the hell is going on, here?

((Backdated to a while after this))


[The feed turns on with a creak of bedsprings and the clink of ice in a glass; Kisame makes a satisfied noise as he sits down.]

I didn't realize how damned big this city was until now.... Or how easy it is to miss a landmark that huge in it. This place is ridiculous, and way too damned crowded. Not that it isn't nice, but....

Mmmh, whatever. [He sighs, taking a drink] Sorry for leading you around in circles, Avari-san; I guess I didn't know this area as well as I thought. Even with that, it was fun, though.

So anyway, I was thinking. Would you mind taking on an assistant sometime? I'm all for the fighting thing, don't get me wrong, but I'd like to be able to do something actually practical, too. I don't mind learning as I go and doing the crap jobs. Or working like a dog, for that matter; I've done plenty of manual labor in my day. [laughs] What do you say?

[The journal turns on as Kisame steps out of his room, heading briskly out through the rest of the hotel to get outside.]

Okay, all of you people swimming in pools around here? You don't know what you're missing. This place looks like it has some pretty damned nice beaches, ones that don't have towers and lobster monsters hanging out near the shoreline.

Aaron and I are meeting up at the New York Aquarium for a while; afterwards, we're headed to Brighton Beach and renting him some scuba stuff so he can take a real swim. Anyone else want to join us? Meet us at..... uh.....

[rummaging around in his pocket a bit to pull out a piece of paper to glance at it]

Meet us at Union Square if you do. The Q line, whatever that is.

[Yeah, Brighton instead of Coney Island--looks like whoever he talked to for advice on the beaches was part of the Slavic community or something. Enjoy the mental image of him chilling out and drinking vodka with a cool old Russian dude or something.]



((OOC: It's out of Manhattan--whoever does feel like going will get to see firsthand that they're trapped here. \o/ Mind games~))

[Kisame is good at sleeping silently, even while he dreams--and boy, did he. The dreams were out of this world last night, full of strange, shimmering aquatic depths and their alien denizens, and fierce-proud oceans that crash under stormy skies, and battles raging so furiously and brutally one could swear that the combatants were trying to crack the earth itself with their sheer, raw power, flood the world with blood.... They fill with death too, and the joy of the fight, the thrill of the hunt. Darker pleasures even lurk in the corners, though not as prominent--the mad joy of abandoning himself to the bestial instincts of the shark in him that lurks just beneath the surface, of hot need-hunger-lust-power-instinct-desire-blood blazing within him until it boils over and consumes all he touches.....]

[.....But none of that is showing up in this post--no, that's for Balthazar's eyes alone, and for his sleep-fogged mind to linger on as he wakes up from the party. He knocks the journal on with his elbow as he wakes up, yawning and groaning a little.]

God, my head.... Ahh, ow. Just what the hell even happened last night?

[Little incoherent grumble, shifting noises and yawning.]

Fuck, I hate hangovers.... Must've been good if I can't remember it all, though. Should probably get back to the hotel....

[Shuffling noises as he gets up and starts getting ready to leave.]

Samehada, check. Cloak, over there. Pants..... where the hell are my pants?

[shuffleshuffle; weird how he had Samehada right next to him the whole time, but can't even find--never mind] .....Oh. How'd that get there?

[The post times out soon enough as Kisame gets ready and heads unsteadily out the door, sounding far too pleased for someone with a killer hangover, even as he's muttering to himself the directions to get from one building to another. Yeah, looks like he was a bit too messed up to realize his journal was on; sorry, guys.]