ooc: Squeaking in at the end here, but... hi guys!
Situation 1: Floor 19: Library [Sasuke doesn't believe this "end of worlds" business for a moment. It was a little disturbing on arrival to hear, but with all he's seen... no. It's not possible.]
[And so, even with large sections missing - all the important things missing - here he sits, irises blazing unnaturally red, glancing through book after book at such a speed one might wonder how much he's actually taking in. When he speaks, it's in a mutter, most likely to himself.]
There must be something in here they didn't erase...
Situation 2: Floor 37: Black [Anyone passing will find Sasuke stock-still on the staircase, staring out into the infinite black. His irises are fire-red, and there is a scowl upon his face. This isn't right. He should be able to see. He stands in absolute stillness, absolute silence, listening. Watching. He's very close to Floor 38, close enough that anyone approaching will just see him in the light from above. He draws his sword from the back of his belt, extending it out into the black beyond the stairs.]
Situation 3: Floor 1: Cafeteria [Despite the hour meaning that food is laid out, prepared, readily available, Sasuke isn't touching it. He's busying himself instead with the stove: a pot of rice bubbles away on a back burner, while a bit of green onion simmers quietly in oil over low heat. An assortment of other vegetables sits about the counter in a variety of prepared states. He's not wearing his flak jacket at the moment; it sits draped over a chair he's pulled nearby. His eyes are on his work, and his guard is low, but he is still holding a knife, and his sword remains tucked through the back of his belt even here.]
Sasuke Uchiha || Naruto: Shipuuden || AU
Situation 1: Floor 19: Library
[Sasuke doesn't believe this "end of worlds" business for a moment. It was a little disturbing on arrival to hear, but with all he's seen... no. It's not possible.]
[And so, even with large sections missing - all the important things missing - here he sits, irises blazing unnaturally red, glancing through book after book at such a speed one might wonder how much he's actually taking in. When he speaks, it's in a mutter, most likely to himself.]
There must be something in here they didn't erase...
Situation 2: Floor 37: Black
[Anyone passing will find Sasuke stock-still on the staircase, staring out into the infinite black. His irises are fire-red, and there is a scowl upon his face. This isn't right. He should be able to see. He stands in absolute stillness, absolute silence, listening. Watching. He's very close to Floor 38, close enough that anyone approaching will just see him in the light from above. He draws his sword from the back of his belt, extending it out into the black beyond the stairs.]
Situation 3: Floor 1: Cafeteria
[Despite the hour meaning that food is laid out, prepared, readily available, Sasuke isn't touching it. He's busying himself instead with the stove: a pot of rice bubbles away on a back burner, while a bit of green onion simmers quietly in oil over low heat. An assortment of other vegetables sits about the counter in a variety of prepared states. He's not wearing his flak jacket at the moment; it sits draped over a chair he's pulled nearby. His eyes are on his work, and his guard is low, but he is still holding a knife, and his sword remains tucked through the back of his belt even here.]