GODLY AUDIENCES: SASUKE UCHIHA

[divus]

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[moralmyopia]

I wasn't willing to take that kind of chance. I stumbled on the room while in the armory. [WHAT IF SHE CAME IN THE BATHROOM TO USE IT, HUH? WHAT IF SHE CAME IN TO CHANGE HER BRA, CUNNING. HE WOULD'VE DIED.

For a long moment, he's quiet, eyes searching.]

Is the location on the map a place from home, or a place you want to see?

[divus]

[Maybe that's what Sasuke deserves??? Cunning is unfortunately wearing a mask so it's hard to see his expression, though he seems to study Sasuke carefully.]

You stumbled on the room while stabbing eleven dummies. [There's a smirk in his tone.] It's "home" but designed in a way to see how you'll survive. Call me curious.

[moralmyopia]

I stabbed one. It made a noise. So I stabbed the rest because there were eleven, one for every other god.

[Dang. A game within a game.]

A challenge. [He pauses, and then he sighs softly under his breath.] Keep it. I want to try it for myself.

[divus]

[This time there's a laugh.] That's not what the eleven's for, but good enough.

[Cunning looks at the map again.] Challenge accepted then. How do you feel about camping...?

[moralmyopia]

[Again, Sasuke’s eyes are searching, narrow, even if he can’t see shit with the mask.]

Camping...? I can manage. We aren’t going to be “camping,” though, are we?

[divus]

Maybe not the way you think. It's training, Sasuke. Something you're familiar with, I'm guessing?

[moralmyopia]

[The look on his face makes it clear this is true.]

What about the people who don't know how to survive?

[divus]

They're not gonna die by my hands or design if that's what you're worried about.

[moralmyopia]

Fine. [RIP everyone who can't survive.] Is that the world you want? One where people get stronger by surviving?

[divus]

Not quite. I want a world that's gonna be fair to the people who're actually trying instead of letting people go ignored and neglected. The kind of place you can take control of your own destiny instead of letting destiny control you. [Is Cunning planning their space as a test? Maybe.]

[moralmyopia]

[A big storm is coming. Yikes.]

Host next week then.

[divus]

[Bold.]

What's in it for me? [That's not a no though.]

[moralmyopia]

Entertainment. What do you want?

[divus]

[Hm. Good question.]

...I want to see how good you are in a trial by fire. You pinpoint the right culprits, whoever they may be, we'll call it even and I'll know you're ready for what's next.

[moralmyopia]

Alright. [Even if he doesn't like the way that sounds. He doesn't say he's leaving when he turns to go, but... he stops and glances back over his shoulder.] You should probably clean your room.

So you don't lose your map.

[divus]

[...]

You ever think the room's messy for a reason? [So MORONS don't go rooting through his stuff and finding it so easily??] But noted.