[Explosion 002]

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[Enter Deidara, grinning ear to ear.] It's about damn time we got a mission. Ame's okay, but staying there gets so fucking boring, un.

A bit too sudden for me to really prepare, though. [And that's why he's here; he sits down and starts working at some clay. Those who can see/sense chakra or similar things will be able to tell he's forcing a lot of chakra into this particular chunk of clay.]

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[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Strolls over] A mission?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[nods without looking up] Nothing really interesting, but it's better than sitting around, un.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Headtilt] What'll you be doing?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

Killing someone who's in someone else's way, un. In Iwa. [He grins wider.]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Quickly supresses a smirk] Is... Iwa a town or something?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

A village. The one I'm from, un. So I'm making something special.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Tilts head further, reaching out her other senses] You're putting something into it.

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[Glances up now; he didn't expect anyone to notice.] Chakra, un.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Edges closer] A type of magic?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

Sorta, un. [The chunk of clay is starting to resemble... Well, something. It has a torpedo-like body, but with outstretched wings.]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Edges even closer] Interesting.

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[Okay, she's getting kind of close now. He moves away a bit.] You have anything like it wherever you're from?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Looks kind of guilty, Amane's rubbing off on her] Sort of, we definitely have magic.

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

What can you do with it? [He's putting the finishing touches on the sculpture now; little details and the final bursts of chakra.]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

We have specialities, Kind of... I can do this [Holds up hands and her nails grow Very long (http://media.ebaumsworld.com/2006/07/longnails.jpg)], See glimpses of the future and lots of other things.

I knew a man who could do roughly what you're doing, I knew a woman who could control fire, I knew a woman who could shapeshift... Mostly it's a little more generalised though.

[Tilts head again] Hm.

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow at the nail growing; what good is that?] ...Someone who could do what I do? [smirk] Just what did he do?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Raises an eyebrow back] Most things take a while to reform if you hit their brain just right.

I did say roughly... He could create sandcastles, enchant dirt... I only knew him sort a day or so, I'm sure he could've done much more.

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

Reform?

[Grin.] I'm an artist, un. The sculpting is only half of it.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Shrug] Heal.

They have a habit of coming back even if you explode them.

And the other half?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Makin' more art, un?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[He pauses in his sculpting to pull out a much smaller chunk of clay from his pouch. He feeds the clay to the mouth in his left hand, which chews on it for a while and spits out a perfectly formed clay bird. A few seals and it's flying, and then the final seal, and it explodes in a flash of white and orange.]

Art!

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, it's the cat again.] Yup. Something special, un.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

What for, un?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

A job, un. Well, a little sidetrip.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, it's Firo, because you're on his Watch That Bastard list now, and yeah, he's got his Thompson with him. SO NO SUDDEN MOVEMENTS, DEI.]