II: Pest Control [The jungle was thick and so very alive, with sounds and movement. They wouldn't do to lose any of their alertness because it was not just the beast that could be heard, but something else. There were more things in the undergrowth and within the trees than they could see. He comes to a stop, pausing only a moment as that sound suddenly spikes into a skittering screech close by as branches and bush were shoved aside. He aims a kunai through the brush. There's an ear-piercing howl and he knows he struck one of them.]
Move quickly.
[It's the only warning he gives before jumping to the side himself as the very creature he'd struck burst through the foliage in a swinging arch, claws ready and tongue helping it cling to the tree it landed on. The blade stuck deep into the area near one of its eyes and its blood still spewing a bit around it. It swung its head around looking frantically for who to attack with its vision inhibited. Then it let out that screech once more and a similar sound responded from somewhere much closer than any of them would prefer.]
III: Rainbow Bite [It's a swarm of color, glowing lights against the morning sky. Pretty but ultimately a nuisance, as they move around and in between the buildings and nature embedded in the city. They were mostly easy to avoid, despite the blinking of their lights that flickered in the peripheral of his vision much of the day. Little pests, indeed. Two fluttered by his face--orange and green--and he reached up a hand to easily swat them away, a lazy gesture from his position sitting at the outdoor cafe sipping an cup of tea.
Itachi feels as one of them lands on his hand, and then there's that suddenly sting of the bite and he jerks his hand back flicking the bug off and away. Both of them buzz away, lights blinking and he looks down at the red swell on the back of his hand. Did he truly just get shown up by a firefly of all things?]
That was foolish.
Wildcard [As if Itachi would prohibit himself from taking the time to visit the nearest sweet shop he could find. He doesn't walk up to the attendant immediately, because he's more discerning and choosy than that, but he does observe. It seems to be a liked enough location for an outdoor shop, people milling about beneath the tent for some time, eight people walking into the area and six exiting within a half-hour span of time with purchases. The treats in the glass displays were varied, but most of the selection seemed to be fruit-related. Not something he was against but not necessarily what he wanted at the moment either.
If someone were to walk by the shopping area and see the man in the black and red cloak just watching the shop, it may seem creepy, but no, he's just really picky about the quality of his sweets. He finally decides to step beneath the tent himself, avoiding those still crowded around the station easily to move toward the stand that looked to be the nearest item to dango that he could find.
No one ever claimed he branched out far from what he enjoys, but if someone else recommends something he's not above tasting it once to prove it's terrible--or encouraging them eat it while he observes their reaction.]
Itachi Uchiha | Naruto
[The jungle was thick and so very alive, with sounds and movement. They wouldn't do to lose any of their alertness because it was not just the beast that could be heard, but something else. There were more things in the undergrowth and within the trees than they could see. He comes to a stop, pausing only a moment as that sound suddenly spikes into a skittering screech close by as branches and bush were shoved aside. He aims a kunai through the brush. There's an ear-piercing howl and he knows he struck one of them.]
Move quickly.
[It's the only warning he gives before jumping to the side himself as the very creature he'd struck burst through the foliage in a swinging arch, claws ready and tongue helping it cling to the tree it landed on. The blade stuck deep into the area near one of its eyes and its blood still spewing a bit around it. It swung its head around looking frantically for who to attack with its vision inhibited. Then it let out that screech once more and a similar sound responded from somewhere much closer than any of them would prefer.]
III: Rainbow Bite
[It's a swarm of color, glowing lights against the morning sky. Pretty but ultimately a nuisance, as they move around and in between the buildings and nature embedded in the city. They were mostly easy to avoid, despite the blinking of their lights that flickered in the peripheral of his vision much of the day. Little pests, indeed. Two fluttered by his face--orange and green--and he reached up a hand to easily swat them away, a lazy gesture from his position sitting at the outdoor cafe sipping an cup of tea.
Itachi feels as one of them lands on his hand, and then there's that suddenly sting of the bite and he jerks his hand back flicking the bug off and away. Both of them buzz away, lights blinking and he looks down at the red swell on the back of his hand. Did he truly just get shown up by a firefly of all things?]
That was foolish.
Wildcard
[As if Itachi would prohibit himself from taking the time to visit the nearest sweet shop he could find. He doesn't walk up to the attendant immediately, because he's more discerning and choosy than that, but he does observe. It seems to be a liked enough location for an outdoor shop, people milling about beneath the tent for some time, eight people walking into the area and six exiting within a half-hour span of time with purchases. The treats in the glass displays were varied, but most of the selection seemed to be fruit-related. Not something he was against but not necessarily what he wanted at the moment either.
If someone were to walk by the shopping area and see the man in the black and red cloak just watching the shop, it may seem creepy, but no, he's just really picky about the quality of his sweets. He finally decides to step beneath the tent himself, avoiding those still crowded around the station easily to move toward the stand that looked to be the nearest item to dango that he could find.
No one ever claimed he branched out far from what he enjoys, but if someone else recommends something he's not above tasting it once to prove it's terrible--or encouraging them eat it while he observes their reaction.]