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This was not your best showing. You know that, even amongst a stack of other disappointments, that pain and frustration that had fueled your art in the past, this was something that sticks in your craw. Itβs easier with the quiet around you, now, but reflecting back you find yourself thinking about the explosions that almost were, and those are greater than any that are because there is nothing more fleeting than almost. And nothing more infuriating - art needs to be a was, not an almost.
The world around you shimmers. You arenβt sure when that began, the delicate way the air misted, staticky and flickering with every step down the mountain path and through the woods to return to the village whence you had come. Are you tired? The day has been long, longer than you could count, because deep down you arenβt sure if it has been a day, or longer, a week, weeks, exactly how many hours that you had lost in that lonely wilderness, in the dark and empty halls of the academy, in the presence of something beyond this worldβs ken.
You yawn, stifled or exaggerated, and itβs in that moment that you find yourself distracted from the stuttering glass crack in the forest at your flank. But then it happens again, a flicker of light reflected out of the corner of your eye.
Where is the light coming from?
The sun still has not risen.
You turn, and the darkness warps, fractures, splits the treeline and the very air, a clean line that scatters the landscape into an abstract of millions of shapes. After a moment, the space straightens, corrects itself.
You have one final choice to make.
>>Select one: >The watchfulβs job is never complete. Investigate the anomaly in the woodsβ¦ or >Your mind is playing tricks on you. Return to the village, and get some much needed rest.
Deidara was tired. Pushing himself further, especially with the limitations placed on his abilities, was not a wise choice.
The exam had been proclaimed over, and so he will treat it as over. Investigating was not his responsibility.
And so he turned his head towards the village, got up, and started walking. Someone else can deal with this.
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katabasis week 3 || @petalillusions and @artisticc4
Genjutsu, huh?
He sneered. Trapped in a fuckin' genjutsu again, because everything just loved seeing him in paβ
Roll: 1d3 = 3
The air rumbled, like he had done something particularly upsetting, and cut off his inner grumblings. He whipped his head around and scanned their surrounding. "Doesn't look like anything yet, but that lady seems real eager to change that, hn!"
The two start across the field toward the mountain that is their destination. But as they move, just as quickly as the clearing shrinks, trees gathering toward them, dense and towering, blocking out all light with their canopy. A resounding "Hmph!" shows the displeasure of the mysterious presence.
They are on a mission however. They cannot allow themselves to be distracted. But there is no ignoring the subtle changes around them. The cracks in the earth as they speed along, the trembling of the trees, the disquiet air. She can't help but feel that they have angered something.
With just one action, the sense of doom fades away.
We're free, Deidara thinks, raising his head to look at the sky through the trees.
The proctors say something about "allowed to go back to the village," and "any attempt to harm your teammate is grounds for immediate disqualification," but he's more focused on the fact that the air feels like air now.
He flops down on the ground, smiling to himself. "We did good, hn!" He grunts at Kurenai. " 'm just gonna lay here for now. You can go back."
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katabasis week 3 || @petalillusions and @artisticc4
Deidara had already decided he didn't like the proctor. After two weeks of being put through trap after trap and failing both rounds, he was getting a bit irritable.
But his partner for this round seemed... alright. Better than any Uchiha with the eyes, and better than the girl who stabbed him, at least.
Roll: 1d3 = 3
"Awww Dei-da-ra-kun! Don't you want to play with me?", called a familiar voice, its tone carrying some notes of anger.
"Play with you?" he yelled into the forest, shaking his fist at the air. "Who, in their right mind, wants to play with you, hn!"
Her partner this time is not someone she knows, they are not from Konoha, but it's not uncommon for prospects all over the land to come to participate in the chuunin exam. No, the real danger here is what lies in the forest.
They're greeted by a disembodied voice, but this time when it speaks her name she's able to pinpoint its general location.
Before she can do little else, however, a very familiar looking contraption falls out of the sky and snags against her cheek. The two kunai tied to each end of a wire. Kurenai presses her fingers to her face and draws away with blood.
"Stay alert for more attacks." Wary, red-ringed eyes survey their surroundings. That voice, it came from this tree, she's sure of it. No matter how ordinary it looks.
The moment she touches the tree, however, she stumbles forward, and watches in disbelief as the tree movies away, the clearing expanding tenfold in the process.
"This could be a trap of its own making. Genjutsu at work possibly." Her powers to determine such things have grown weaker. "The mountain is this way, we have no choice but to give chase. Let's go."
Genjutsu, huh?
He sneered. Trapped in a fuckin' genjutsu again, because everything just loved seeing him in paβ
Roll: 1d3 = 3
The air rumbled, like he had done something particularly upsetting, and cut off his inner grumblings. He whipped his head around and scanned their surrounding. "Doesn't look like anything yet, but that lady seems real eager to change that, hn!"
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katabasis week 3 || @petalillusions and @artisticc4
Deidara had already decided he didn't like the proctor. After two weeks of being put through trap after trap and failing both rounds, he was getting a bit irritable.
But his partner for this round seemed... alright. Better than any Uchiha with the eyes, and better than the girl who stabbed him, at least.
Roll: 1d3 = 3
"Awww Dei-da-ra-kun! Don't you want to play with me?", called a familiar voice, its tone carrying some notes of anger.
"Play with you?" he yelled into the forest, shaking his fist at the air. "Who, in their right mind, wants to play with you, hn!"

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your obligations mean nothing to me - i have exams to study for || itachi & deidara
katabasis week 2 - team five
Why did he expect any less? False cooperation, above all, leaves red eyes twitching. After a moment his face smooths out. That will make his own escape easier but he has to figure out how to grab him on the way back.
From the hallway to the next room, at the very least he can see Deidara and his antics from here. What was he doing?
Deidara looked at his hand, turning it over and inspecting it. While there was something that could be done with the electric panel, he preferred a much more... explosive approach to things. Leaving this hallway, Deidara returned to the roof and began setting up β he scattered little clay spiders, grinning to himself all the while. And then:
"Katsu!"
The explosion is brief, destructive, and, in Deidara's mind, beautiful. His scroll's light flares β he opens it with a proud grin on his face, only to see a message that is not one of victory.
You want to be rid of me so badly? The feeling's mutual.
And then he feels the breeze of the outdoors on his skin again, but none of the anticipated relief.
your obligations mean nothing to me - i have exams to study for || itachi & deidara
katabasis week 2 - team five
At least he's behaving. Itachi turns to face the door and lead the way. Somehow he hardly expects to be followed but in the end, is it his business? It is, unfortunately.
"Judge carefully then. It's likely to be necessary." Deidara is the worst for these kinds of thing, but that ends up wrapping around into him being... useful.
This hallway is clear thankfully, the darkness something of a chore but better this than elsewise. For many, the same darkness that shielded them would ultimately be their undoing.
Despite telling Itachi to 'lead the way', Deidara turns away and heads into a different hallway. Although stealth is not his specialty, distractions are. The possibility of getting to create art again... with C1 back in his possession, he was itching to use it.
He scans the room β there's... not much, except for an alcove and an electric panel.
Deidara INVESTIGATES the Electric Panel. 8/10 SP, +2 EP due to possession of WIRE.
His hand reaches for the door, recoiling quickly when a shock runs up his arm.
Perfect.
your obligations mean nothing to me - i have exams to study for || itachi & deidara
katabasis week 2 - team five
You are your nation.Β Your mistakes are your nationβs mistakes. Your actions are the nationβs actions.Β
The tiniest sparks precede the largest of flames. This flame - explosion - at his side is likely to precede many within these halls if a handle isn't kept on him. Itachi can't help but wonder where it is Sasori wandered off to after that display in the cavern of gold but he supposes it doesn't matter. Getting through this without trouble would benefit them all.
If he's closer to their mark or making his way to it, then that's fine too.
Atop the roof - normally he'd think it best to go from here. Metal linked together along the edges of it stop him. He refrains from touching. If so much effort was gone to put them here and give them intel, it's likely such a simple answer would result in a fail of equally simple stature.
"Your... art can wait until the right moment. This isn't the way out."
Deidara grunted, disoriented and irritated. Not only had he failed the previous round, he was partnered with Uchiha Itachi in this one? This exam was truly out to get him.
But he set his pride aside for now β listening to Itachi was better than failing again. "I'll judge when the right moment is for my art, hn! You just focus on getting us out of here!" he hissed back, instead of trying (and likely failing) to start another fight.
Ino wants to snap at him for his priorities, but Suteki replies firstβand then they're all interrupted by a blast of the most intense heat yet. Wincing in pain, Ino's arms fly up to shield her face, but it does nothing to keep her exposed skin from painfully tightening.
Ino swallows down the pain, only to have her throat catch when she sees Sakura. Her burns run much deeper than Ino's. How could she not have noticed her friend's wounds sooner?
"Sakura! Hold still a sec!"
With a hand at Sakura's back in case her strength gives out, she hovers her other hand hand over the other girl's arm...but the healing chakra never comes. Hissing under her breath, Ino wills it forward one more time to the exact same result: nothing.
Why? Her chakra flow feels the same as ever.
Like a ticking timer, the bird hovers over them, beating her wings. The shadow she casts and the gust from her wings provide no relief.
"Ngh...! Is the bird the source of this heat? Either way, we need to calm her down somehow...we won't last much longer if this keeps up."
And what would calm her down? A new nest could, but that would take time...her egg would, but searching for that will also take them time, time that they don't have...
Her egg. If they can produce her egg...or an egg that's similar enough...it's a long shot, but it can't hurt to try.
Her hands sting as she weaves hand signs, and her lip cracks as she calls out, "Henge no jutsu!!"
It's dark. No, not darkβthere's nothing. Ino can't see, can only feel the new balance of her weight and the hot earth beneath her. She tips over onto her broad side, rocking gently and wondering if her image of the bird's egg is close enough to the real thing. All she can do for is wait and see, and feel grateful that at least one of her jutsu still work.
The repetitive blasts of heat are starting to irritate him β so when the blonde mentions the possibility that the bird could be the source of the heat, Deidara zeroes in on it.
"Then β then we should kill it, yeah?" He rubs the burns, made worse by his black clothing, on his forearms, and takes off his cloak. "We're not gonna be able to find the egg by the next heatwave, hn."
But he pauses, reconsidering his words. "But we'd have a better chance of finding the egg if we have more eyes, yeah?" Deidara looks up, making unsteady eye contact with the girl with the buns and the girl who stabbed his shoulder. Then, pops open his clay pouches and, in a surprising display of cooperation, plops down on the sand, and throws a large block of clay on the ground.
"Help me mix some of this dirt into my clay β it'll color it, and hopefully, be close enough to that thing's egg to hold it off, hn."
cw: description/mention of injury
A stinging pain shot through his shoulder as the kunai cut through his cloak and into his skin β nothing debilitating, of course, but the sudden sensation of cold steel sinking into his body was jarring.
Deidara whipped his head around, scowling at the pink-haired girl. "My art didn't work!" He pointed wildly at the bird with his clay spiders still dangling on her feathers β "It's still alive! And kicking! There was no need to start throwing knives at me!"
The urge to retaliate grew within him, but he tamped it down. Without his clay and abilities sealed, it would be less than ideal to start a fight now.
If Ino wasn't sure what to make of the blond man before, she's now made up her mind. His good taste in hairstyle can't make up for the severe lack of compassion.
Yes, she steps in between her friend and the man, arms up and palms out, because this fighting won't help anything. But she still feels more sympathy for the bird than for him. After throwing him a disgusted glare, she turns to Sakura.
"If he tries to hurt her again, I won't stop you," she says, biting back her own anger at him, "but for now, let's see if we can help her. That might be our only way out."
Ino looks up at the steep cliffside, then down at the shreds of nest at their feet. She wipes the sweat from her eyes before gathering the nearest twigs and clumps of radiant feathers. Pausing to gauge the bird's reaction, she meets its sad eyes, and the pangs of alarm from earlier are replaced with an ache in her chest.
Sakura wants to argue, but she doesn't want to waste any more time. She looks at Ino and nods, before pointing a finger at Deidara.
"You! You're helping us rebuild the nest." She assumes, from Ino's careful gathering, that this is indeed her plan. "We can use your dumb clay to hold the nest together." It's neither a request nor a question.
As Sakura goes to join Ino, a great wall of heat erupts from the bird. Sakura steadies herself, despite the heat almost peeling her skin away. A moment later, it's as if the intense heat had never happened.
Sakura pulls at her forehead protector until she can push her hair up, exposing her damp neck to the slightly cool air. How are they going to manage this?
"Just because your art didn't work doesn't mean I'm not going to be side eyeing you for even attempting that," Tenten says with a snort and a shake of her head. She lets out a soft sigh as she considers what to do. Damn, she wished that she actually had some scrolls with items that could be used in this situation.
"Are you able to mold your... art, lasting enough to handle the nest? Or would the elements end up destroying it?" Tenten asked Deidra, and perhaps there was a hint of a challenging tone. Perhaps making it seem like more of a challenge will get him to focus on the nest instead of the bird.
"Admittedly, I don't know much about what birds use in their nest. I missed that lesson in kunoichi training." Tenten said with a huff. "But surely we can find something around here to make it a bit more sturdy, yeah?" Tenten asked the group with a soft frown as she looked around. Wondering if anything would catch her eye that could be used for gathering nest materials.
Use his art to build something lasting?!
"No way in hell, hn!" Deidara barked, throwing out his arm dramatically. "Do you even know what art is?! Art is fleeting, art is temporary! Art is not permanent! Where's the beauty in that?!" He crossed his arms and grunted again. "Over my dead body will my clay ever be used to make something so disgraceful!"
He threw a dirty glare at the bird. "And especially not for that thing."

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katabasis week 1 | south gate | w/sakura, tenten, and deidara
Sakura doesn't get a chance to stop this guy. She watches as he pulls out some clay, and she knows who he is then. She's read the reports, and she knows well enough to know this man is not their ally.
Whatever he's here for, it's not good news.
Nothing happens, and the bird remains unharmed, if not still agitated. That's not good enough for Sakura. The bird is nothing but a terrified mother, and he tries to kill her. For what? For fun? She clearly isn't going to harm them.
Her kunai is whipped out of her pocket again and, in a single motion, she throws it, aiming for his shoulder. Her shot isn't perfect, but the heat is making her feel faint. Her hand falls to her pocket.
"Try that again," she hisses, "and it won't be your shoulder next time."
cw: description/mention of injury
A stinging pain shot through his shoulder as the kunai cut through his cloak and into his skin β nothing debilitating, of course, but the sudden sensation of cold steel sinking into his body was jarring.
Deidara whipped his head around, scowling at the pink-haired girl. "My art didn't work!" He pointed wildly at the bird with his clay spiders still dangling on her feathers β "It's still alive! And kicking! There was no need to start throwing knives at me!"
The urge to retaliate grew within him, but he tamped it down. Without his clay and abilities sealed, it would be less than ideal to start a fight now.
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katabasis week 1 | south gate | w/sakura, tenten, and deidara
Suteki's warning comes too little, too late, and the fizz and pop of the woven rope holding the bridge strains further under your unshifting weight. You can hear it disintegrating with the heat on strand at a time, and although you hustle to reach the other side, the ropes give just before the finish line, and send you tumbling down the side of the mountain and into the sweltering valley below.
You can hear it now, above the eerie silence, above the wind - the trills and coos and chirps, and though there's another rumble, it's mild, merely sending the scree around you scattering along the ground.
"You all right?" Suteki calls down, though his voice is a pitch whisper - he's trying to avoid disturbing something.
The something, you're pretty sure, is the massive bird before you, glowing and vibrant plumage of ember reds and dusky purples and vivid, painful gold.
It turns to notice you as you rise to your feet.
And it screams again.
'All right?!' Deidara barely manages to keep himself from barking, scrambling away from the bird. He'll be all right when he's out of this dry, hellish landscape β with his art back, preferably!
The shrill cries, although terrifying, send a sort of reassurance through him β they're fleeting and big, just as his explosions are.
But that admiration is quickly dashed when the bird turns to their group, screaming in that horrible tone again. Deidara stuffs a hand into his clay pouch out of habit, but quickly realizes the futility of such an action β his art had been suppressed for a while now. So he grabs a smoke bomb instead, clutching it in preparation.
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Alright.
Alright.
No, Sakura is not alright. Her body hurts after all that, and it feels slower and less responsive. A part of her wants to regress and run away. She'd done it before, right? Why not again?
Because she isn't that girl anymore. She cannot back down now. Besides, if she did, what would she prove to Ino?
Slowly, she rises to her feet, just as the bird screeches. Sakura grits her teeth, and pulls a kunai from her pouch. If this thing has a weakness, she'll find it.
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Tenten didn't know why she didn't think about the fact that the bridge would snap like that. And they were so close to reaching the other side, when suddenly the feeling of weightlessness kicked in and she (along with the others) was tumbling down the side of the mountain.
She lets out a small grunt of annoyance as she pushes herself off, and notices the creatures at the same time as everyone else. Oh crap, she thought to herself as she reached to the side of her leg. Avoiding the scrolls and pulling out a kunai instead, she twirled it before gripping it firmly in her hand.
"I'm assuming running is out of the equation?" Tenten asked quietly as she looked at everyone. But she's pretty sure she gets her answer from the bird itself as it made those horrible noises.
Hopefully Neji's having better luck, she thought to herself.
It's a wonder none of them are injured from all these sudden falls. Unable to get her feet under herself in time, Ino has to haul herself up off the scorched earth, taking a ragged gasp of air that burns her throat as it fills her lungs.
And then the bird rises, taking her breath away with its terrible beauty.
"I..." she starts back as she replies, her hands instinctively rising to weave signs. "I don't know if we can outrun that."
Craning her neck upward, she tries to gauge Suteki's reaction, but she can only make out his hazy form, shimmering in the heat and blurred by smoke.
"Suteki-san!" Voice cracking from thirst, Ino calls out to the man in the clouds. "What is that bird?!"
"Th - ?" His face screws up, though it's difficult to see his whole expression from the distance you're at. There's a beat of confusion before he shakes his head. "That's the gate!" he calls back down to you in that same staged whisper, pointing to ensure that you see it - as if you could miss the giant smouldering creature. He whistles to get your attention, and waves, then points again. "The gates seem upset - look! Its nest is a wreck!!"
The gate...?
When Ino had heard snatches of his conversation with his bunshin earlier, she'd thought the gates were a physical location, a goal to aim for, not the radiant beast above them.
"Its nest...?" Blinking the sun and smoke from her eyes, she takes in the disheveled pile of bedding at the bird's feet. Ino tenses, even as she registers that they're not under attack just yet.
"So the gates are...beasts? The creatures that live here?" she thinks aloud, turning to the others.
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That's the gate. Sakura won't admit that she thought it would be a big door or something, not a bird. "I get it. Don't you? It's a gate like a trial; if we get through this gate, this trial, then we're through!"
They can't outrun the bird, no. It looks distressed by the sight of them. Sakura puts her kunai away, but it must have seen her attempt to defend herself, because it doesn't seem at ease at all. "Easy, easy. It's okay. We won't hurt you." She holds her hands up in surrender as the bird's wings fan open.
Sakura steps back. As she does, she notices the carnage; a torn, empty nest. A mother bird. "Someone must have attacked her and stolen her eggs." Or worse, but Sakura can't bring herself to say it.
"But, why? Who would do such a thing?"
Tenten's head hurt from trying to think. When she pictures a gate, a large ass bird stomping around isn't exactly what comes to mind. She slowly lowers the kunai, attempting to look as non threatening as possible. She attempts to look around the area and nest without getting to close to the bird, attempting to see if she can spot any clues as to who might have been here before them.
Hearing Sakura's words, Tenten shook her head. It was a rather cruel thing, sure, but if she's being honest? Plenty of people would do that. Hell, Tenten wouldn't be surprised if someone from the Akamichi clan would be the culprit if they were told the eggs tasted good.
"Anyone know what type of bird this is? Any... significance or anything?" Was there a bird species that meant something? Tenten doesn't know. She's not a strategist in her own humble opinion. And she definitely didn't want to pretend to be. "Maybe someone figured they could make a pretty coin by snatching it's egg?" she said as she looked for any signs that could point to who, or what, could have done it.
Suteki cocks his head one direction, then the other, as though contemplating all the questions asked. "Hadn't really thought of what kind it is. Only one around, you get me?"
He's crossed his arms over his chest, like this is now really bothering him, muttering, "But then how does the egg - ?" before shaking his head. Can't get distracted.
"I dunno what happened, but the egg was here recently, and when it disappeared the gate went to high holy hell looking for it. Could be nearby, but it won't matter much if it don't have a nest to rest in."
A gesture at the wreckage, at the plaintive plucking of the firebird's beak against the remains.
Gate? Bird? Egg?
"To hell with this 'gate', 'egg' bullshit, hn!" Deidara grunts, stuffing his hands into his clay pouches, completely forgetting that all but his most basic abilities had been suppressed. His palm-mouths quickly get to work, spitting out little clay spiders.
He throws them at the distressed bird, raising his hand to form a seal as they latch onto the feathers, when he yells β
"Katsu!"
Nothing. There was no explosion, no sonorous BOOM! that sent bliss through his soul and destruction through the ground. Nothing but a still aggravated bird, and a little less clay in his pouches.
Suteki's warning comes too little, too late, and the fizz and pop of the woven rope holding the bridge strains further under your unshifting weight. You can hear it disintegrating with the heat on strand at a time, and although you hustle to reach the other side, the ropes give just before the finish line, and send you tumbling down the side of the mountain and into the sweltering valley below.
You can hear it now, above the eerie silence, above the wind - the trills and coos and chirps, and though there's another rumble, it's mild, merely sending the scree around you scattering along the ground.
"You all right?" Suteki calls down, though his voice is a pitch whisper - he's trying to avoid disturbing something.
The something, you're pretty sure, is the massive bird before you, glowing and vibrant plumage of ember reds and dusky purples and vivid, painful gold.
It turns to notice you as you rise to your feet.
And it screams again.
'All right?!' Deidara barely manages to keep himself from barking, scrambling away from the bird. He'll be all right when he's out of this dry, hellish landscape β with his art back, preferably!
The shrill cries, although terrifying, send a sort of reassurance through him β they're fleeting and big, just as his explosions are.
But that admiration is quickly dashed when the bird turns to their group, screaming in that horrible tone again. Deidara stuffs a hand into his clay pouch out of habit, but quickly realizes the futility of such an action β his art had been suppressed for a while now. So he grabs a smoke bomb instead, clutching it in preparation.
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two artists play a rather risky game of cops and robbers
commission: convocation w/ @inkstaind
A solo mission.
Rare, for a group that operates in pairs.
But Deidara sets out anyway, cloaked in night. For this journey, he dons a plain, deep burgundy cloak instead of his typical Akatsuki cloak β the goal is to get in and out, without any distractions (explosions, he knew Pain meant. But he decided to ignore that underlying jab).
Three days later he arrives at the Land of Tea. It is bright, its environment welcoming. Somewhere Deidara would've liked to spend some time wandering, basking in its serenity. Before turning it into art, in all likeliness.
But that was not what he was here for. No, he had his sights set on those Forbidden Jutsu β to prevent or to take was up to him.
starter for @inkstaind
Mission: There is a nukenin in attendance of the auction on Sai's list of targets. Take advantage of the inevitable chaos to covertly eliminate him.
Additional Objective: Steal the Forbidden Jutsu for Lord Danzo.
Even a dull tool must still have its uses. Without his paintings, it would prove more difficult than usual to infiltrate and locate his target, but not impossible. Sai searches for an overlooked corner of the venue beforehand- listens in to the conversations nearby of those, like him, searching to get their hands on the jutsu.
Shinobi trickle in. He scans the crowd for his target.
Even with his bright blond hair and naturally explosive personality, Deidara manages to blend in β these years spent with the Akatsuki were not without lessons learned, after all. He sticks to the center of a tightly packed crowd β more people surrounding him, yes, but much easier for searching eyes to skip over.
His eyes dart around the room, searching for places to place some clay bombs. His goal is not to cause a disruption, but having a back-up plan is better than nothing.
Or at least that's what he tells himself, while his lips quirk up and the mouths of his palms lick themselves in anticipation at the thought of just making it all go boom.
a crash course in ramen
commission: convocation w/ @lostresolve
"In, and out." Deidara had just told Tobi, not even an hour prior. They were here to gather some very minor intelligence on Konoha's activities surrounding the jinchΕ«riki β nothing more, nothing less.
But... maybe some food would be harmless. Just a quick bite. Something to keep them going. It wouldn't be good if Tobi started complaining of an empty stomach, now would it? At least, that's how Deidara rationalized it, nodding to himself and pointedly ignoring his own growing hunger.
"Let's sit down over there, yeah?" He pointed over at a ramen stand β Ichiran Ramen, or something. He didn't care enough to read the sign. "I don't want you whining on our way back."

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what one doesn't know || deidara and gaara
convocation || ninjutsu +1
This forest was calm.
Too calm, honestly. The type of calm that made Deidara's fingers itch to reach into his clay pouches and liven things up.
Make them a tad more artistic, one could say.
But he wouldn't. Contrary to popular belief, he did have some degree of self control. Not much, but enough to keep his hands from moving into the clay pouches. He was only here to train his chakra control β not cause a commotion.
Besides, the fresh air here felt... nice. Much more pleasant than the mustiness of wherever the Akatsuki decided to squat. "Tch.." he scoffed, kicking a rock into a bush. "At least when I was alone I at least had the sense toβ"
"Who goes?"
Deidara stilled immediately. That tone of voice... it did not sound welcoming.
Perhaps it was a good choice to have left his cloak behind β such a hostile encounter wouldn't end easily if he had 'AKATSUKI' plastered on his person.
"oh." his guard eases. it's just someone else hoping to train. the spot is a nice one, secluded and far away from others. "i didn't mean to startle you."
he hasn't seen this person around before, but it doesn't hurt to train with company. as much as the serenity of the forest was appreciated, there was no such solace to be found on the battlefield. not for most anyways.
gaara hesitates. he's going to say no. don't even ask.
would naruto not ask?
"would you like to train together?"
The offer is surprising, but not quite unwelcome.
So Deidara nods, guard lowering ever so slightly. As long as this stranger kept his distance, Deidara would also keep his.
"Just don't get in my way, hm!" he grunts, stripping off his cloak and making his way over to the water β it's clear, undisturbed. Still. Calm. Peaceful. It clashes so strongly with his vibrant, explosive way of life that it almost annoys him.
But instead of reaching into his pouches for a fistful of clay, he simply kicks the water. The ripples calm something in him, and he feels a little more relaxed β like a particularly irritating itch had been scratched.
two artists play a rather risky game of cops and robbers
commission: convocation w/ @inkstaind
A solo mission.
Rare, for a group that operates in pairs.
But Deidara sets out anyway, cloaked in night. For this journey, he dons a plain, deep burgundy cloak instead of his typical Akatsuki cloak β the goal is to get in and out, without any distractions (explosions, he knew Pain meant. But he decided to ignore that underlying jab).
Three days later he arrives at the Land of Tea. It is bright, its environment welcoming. Somewhere Deidara would've liked to spend some time wandering, basking in its serenity. Before turning it into art, in all likeliness.
But that was not what he was here for. No, he had his sights set on those Forbidden Jutsu β to prevent or to take was up to him.
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