[ Sakura wakes up in a mood, and it's not a good one.
It's the stuff of bad cliché, waking up naked in a bed you don't recognize, something Sakura's never had the misfortune of experiencing before, and the weird squawking mechanical bird nearly pays dearly for it except that she doesn't have anything but a pillow to throw at it, and it manages to fly out of the way in time anyway. It does nothing to improve Sakura's mood, because she now she has nothing to stuff over her ears to ignore the song.
Really, there was no side of the bed to wake up on but the wrong one, given the circumstances. When Sakura makes her way down to the mail room, she's wearing the red undershirt, pants, sandals, and a scowl. Good morning, Caissa.
By some small miracle, the first letter Sakura tears open in her irritation has chocolate. Normally, she wouldn't trust the food in some strange place, but normally she also has easy access to healing chakra to burn off poisons and drugs and she hasn't yet fully comprehended its absence. The crawl through the temple is little more than a dream to her, but her irritation is entirely real, and if there's one sure-fire cure-all for crankiness it's chocolate. So if you catch her after she's finished that off, you'll find her in a marginally better mood.
Expressions of gratitude and adoration when she hasn't actually done anything except apparently gotten lost in some time-space jutsu are easily glanced over. What Sakura's really looking for is information, clues about what's really going on, maybe the seam in reality that reveals this all as some kind of bizarre genjutsu. What she finds instead are seemingly nonsensical complaints. ]
Is he saying he was robbed, or...? [ This letter almost makes it sound like the merchant who wrote it merely misplaced all the wares in his storehouse, but that can't possibly be it, can it? ]
two.
[ She'd had her suspicions, but when Sakura comes across the first newly blackened ruins of what was once a small farm town she knows this is a good deal more serious than the letters made this situation out to be. It must have been at least a day or so since the fire was set, because it's torn through all the fuel it could find and died down by the time she finds it, little more than the epilogue of smoke remains of what caused it in the first place. Without looking away, she addresses whoever it is that happened to have stumbled upon this too. ]
We should look for survivors.
[ By the set of her mouth, she knows how futile it will be, but if there's even the slightest chance she can't turn away.
Or maybe you find her later, crouched over a mangled body. If any other hero is too squeamish to approach it, she's not: it's hard to imagine much more gruesome images than this, but Sakura's seen it, and as a medic it's been her duty to perform more autopsies than she cares to keep track of. Still, this definitely ranks up there in some of the worst conditions she's ever seen a corpse in. ]
sakura haruno | naruto | ota!
[ Sakura wakes up in a mood, and it's not a good one.
It's the stuff of bad cliché, waking up naked in a bed you don't recognize, something Sakura's never had the misfortune of experiencing before, and the weird squawking mechanical bird nearly pays dearly for it except that she doesn't have anything but a pillow to throw at it, and it manages to fly out of the way in time anyway. It does nothing to improve Sakura's mood, because she now she has nothing to stuff over her ears to ignore the song.
Really, there was no side of the bed to wake up on but the wrong one, given the circumstances. When Sakura makes her way down to the mail room, she's wearing the red undershirt, pants, sandals, and a scowl. Good morning, Caissa.
By some small miracle, the first letter Sakura tears open in her irritation has chocolate. Normally, she wouldn't trust the food in some strange place, but normally she also has easy access to healing chakra to burn off poisons and drugs and she hasn't yet fully comprehended its absence. The crawl through the temple is little more than a dream to her, but her irritation is entirely real, and if there's one sure-fire cure-all for crankiness it's chocolate. So if you catch her after she's finished that off, you'll find her in a marginally better mood.
Expressions of gratitude and adoration when she hasn't actually done anything except apparently gotten lost in some time-space jutsu are easily glanced over. What Sakura's really looking for is information, clues about what's really going on, maybe the seam in reality that reveals this all as some kind of bizarre genjutsu. What she finds instead are seemingly nonsensical complaints. ]
Is he saying he was robbed, or...? [ This letter almost makes it sound like the merchant who wrote it merely misplaced all the wares in his storehouse, but that can't possibly be it, can it? ]
two.
[ She'd had her suspicions, but when Sakura comes across the first newly blackened ruins of what was once a small farm town she knows this is a good deal more serious than the letters made this situation out to be. It must have been at least a day or so since the fire was set, because it's torn through all the fuel it could find and died down by the time she finds it, little more than the epilogue of smoke remains of what caused it in the first place. Without looking away, she addresses whoever it is that happened to have stumbled upon this too. ]
We should look for survivors.
[ By the set of her mouth, she knows how futile it will be, but if there's even the slightest chance she can't turn away.
Or maybe you find her later, crouched over a mangled body. If any other hero is too squeamish to approach it, she's not: it's hard to imagine much more gruesome images than this, but Sakura's seen it, and as a medic it's been her duty to perform more autopsies than she cares to keep track of. Still, this definitely ranks up there in some of the worst conditions she's ever seen a corpse in. ]
She's been dead for days.