saucey: (サスケ » standard pose)
It should be obvious by now Madara's got everyone under his control. How he got the Animus to comply with him, I don't know, but in the end it's something every shinobi here should know:

Genjutsu. An illusion.

What anyone- everyone does when the moon's out isn't of their own will.

I don't know if the other shinobi will be able to break it on their own, but since I'm the only other Uchiha here in Adstringendum - [Unfortunately for him, fortunately for Madara.] - I can help.

It'll take some time to do, preferably during the day, but I can break Madara's hold on anyone that wants it.

You don't need to come to me. I'll come to you.


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saucey: (サスケ » now that's interesting...)
Now's pretty much a good time as any. Anyone want or need help starting their own garden? I've got some seeds, but not a whole lot.

...Mostly tomato seeds.


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saucey: (サスケ » brb sleepinng)
[When the feed starts, Sasuke can be seen hunched over several books, with even more around him on the coffee table and on the floor next to him. Every so often, he's flipping the pages and switching from book to book. There's about three open in front of him, with what seems to be a hand-written journal on top of one of them.

After a few minutes, Sasuke just sits back and rubs his eyes. As he's doing this, he lets out a yawn and shakes his head. It seems he's been doing this for quite a long time, at least on and off, judging by the faint circles under his eyes. He keeps his hands over his eyes for several seconds before letting them drop, and he just surveys the table in front of him.

His eyes were starting to droop, even as he glanced down at the medical books in front of him. This was just too complicated to deal with right now. Too exhausting. Too worrying.

Before he can will himself to stay awake longer, he just lays down on the table from where he's sitting, closing and pulling the journal closer to him as he does so. He crosses his arms over it, and as soon as he lays his head down, he's out cold.]

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