World of Hell

"Iiiiiiiiiin and out! Right! Clear as a crystal, Deidara-senpai!" Falling into line is easy enough, allowing himself to bend to the whims and wishes of Akatsuki members that are meant to be his 'seniors'. So when Deidara decides to impose their mission's parameters, who is he to show any amount of dissent? His arms wave back and forth as he walks, the humming of a random tune following along-- it's out of key, not exactly carrying any sort of a beat, and seems to just be... noise, rather than anything else. A mundane stop is enough to at least give them a chance to rest; not that he himself needs it, but it's a little fun to hand the reins over to someone else. "Oh? A break so soon! Tobi's lucky day!" He doesn't listen to the rest of Deidara's sentence before he's bounding forward, sliding onto one of the seats and slapping his hands against the ramen stand's counter-- a tilt of his head and a dramatic inhale that sounds a bit muffled behind his mask follows. "That smells.... amazing! Senpai, senpai! I want one bowl each of everything! Ohhhhh..." The man across the counter looks between Tobi and the man still approaching, a deep chuckle coming. "Travelers, eh? Wish I could tell you that we're stocked, but we've got quite a bit of shortage on employees. Dunno if we'll even be able to take your orders." He sighs, shaking his head. Which gives Tobi the wonderful, amazing, absolutely genius idea. "Say, old man... if we help, can Tobi still get all those bowls? Just for freeeeeeeee, maybe?" He can't bat his eyelashes, but he would if he could. "Mm... and your friend there's okay with signing up for work?" @artisticc4

Silence. Broken only by the hiss of flickering candle flames, the shadows blanketing the fringes of the room welcomed him back into their clutches all too easily. Yet now was not the time to fade into the dark, ever out of reach of those who sought to capture him-- to 'understand' the machinations behind his plans; to remove the mask that so carefully concealed his identity to the outside world. There's no need for names, not when the crimson of his Sharingan glints through the singular opening in his false face... as it settles on another who would bear the same curse. Calling it a curse would be too kind. Another man twisted by the reality of this pitiful land, lost within the throes of such a fragile existence. "You slept far longer than I believed you would." A deep baritone muffled only slightly accompanies the brandishing of the same candle that had begun to slowly burn itself down into nothing, bringing both of them into the discomfort of being face to face. Two Uchiha, differing generations, now locked into the same despair. The same torment. A cycle never ending. "I had thought that brother of yours would be incapable of hurting you to this degree. Unless my observation is incorrect." There's nothing better than stoking the flames of a raging inferno in order to produce results. Burn bright, and burn it all away-- leave nothing but ash. "Get up." @reflamme

Woooow, he's never gotten to work with a guy that looks like this. This weird lump in an Akatsuki coat who also has a really grumpy face that reaaaaally makes him want to ask him why he's frowning so much. That part's gotta wait, though, because it won't do to get off on the wrong foot in the first few hours that they've been out together. Arms behind his head as he walks, Tobi hums an unknown tune-- both to himself and anyone else listening. Why were they out here, again? A cave removed from time. Stuck in some sort of stasis until you leave, which sounds a bit familiar... The large, stone doors that stretch skyward are imposing enough, and as Tobi's feet scrabble against the dirt as he tries to shove it open, he lets out a loud "HRRRRRRRRRNNNNNGHHHH" before finally succeeding in moving it a whole... inch. "Ahah.... Hm.... H-heavier than I thought! Leave it to Tobi, though, I'll get it! Just-- Just give me a minute." A better idea is to back up by several steps, jog in place to warm up, then take out into a dead sprint before running into the door- And going 'splat' against it. At least the forward momentum seems to shove it open enough for the both of them to slip through the gap, and Tobi's whining from behind his mask is because of his own poor decisions, his nose aching from being smushed against the hard surface. Regardless, it looks like he succeeded, and he scrambles to motion Sasori into the darkness like a butler would usher his master into a doorway. "Right this way, siiiiiiiiir~! Though, if you're worried about any threats, don't worry. I'll take care of them, you can rely on me! I might not be part of the Akatsuki yet, but I'll do my best, really." A large bark for such a small dog, but hey. Hopefully the accuracy of that statement won't be tested so soon. Tobi quickly scuttles along behind his partner, the darkness all-consuming until his eye finally adjusts to the expanse of this opening. "WOW! You could fit a whole mansion in here! The Akatsuki should make something like THIS their base. To play into the whole operating from the shadows shtick, you kno--" There's a loud BANG that has Tobi screaming like a schoolgirl wronged, his arms thrown into the air in a gesture of mock surrender, whirling in a circle in panic. Were there already big baddies in here?! They'd just arrived! The party doesn't start until they walk in, of course, but he had really hoped there would be no party here- "WAH! Don't eat me! Please! I'm a good boy, I swear, I'm not here to cause problems! I--" Oh. It was just the door. "... Whew. We're safe, senpai!" @kalyptic