RL POST (locked to Tobi, Kabuto, and Kisame if he wants to join)

[petmysnakes]

The past few two weeks had been practically sleepless. Heh, what did a god need with sleep anyway? Perhaps he’d been stepping out of line by irking so many upon his entrance… but there were times when it was so incredibly irresistible. Especially what with being introduced to so many unique talents and abilities. Everything was so… new

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[secondvirgo]

Orochimaru liked to mock him, and he didn't like being mocked.

Tobi could take a joke. He simply didn't like the man. And perhaps with good reason, seeing as he had actually taken to a bit of spying on him in previous years. All related to Sasuke, of course. Anyone who'd come in contact with the oh-so-popular "last survivor of the Uchiha clan" was subsequently stalked by the masked nin until they were found to be useless.

All of the said stalking was completely undetectable, for the most part. Madara was, indeed, a skilled shinobi.

This snakelike nin he was now hurtling towards had possibly made the largest impact on Sasuke other than Itachi himself. But unlike Itachi, Madara could feel no compassion toward him. He was not blood, he hadn't done such merciless acts on mere orders. No, Orochimaru was truly something to be despised

[beware_of_jaws]

Kisame liked training at night

[petmysnakes]

Orochimaru enjoyed having others seek him out. It was somewhat of an unhealthy self-absorbing obsession, really. It delighted him to know he'd impacted someone enough to be sought out, kind of like a game. He realized Tobi was more than capable of finding his whereabouts and time was the only crucial factor now.

Coincidentally, the Sannin's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a very a familiar presence nearing. Ah hah... Tobi. So the game was beginning sooner than he anticipated? How exciting! He hadn't the slightest that there was another specific carnivorous Akatsuki member nearby as well... but if he did, he would find himself overwhelmed by double the entertainment.

Orochimaru didn't shift stances. He didn't even move. He simply held his ground, waiting for Tobi to make himself known.

The games were on.

[secondvirgo]

Tobi's mind was a bit like a dog's, deadset on whatever goal it could hold at any given time. Little thought was given to the fact that he should still be on guard duty... well, it wasn't like anyone knew where the hell their base was, and nothing ever came around except someone to exchange positions. Nothing to worry about

[secondvirgo]

With the incoming blast, Tobi shielded himself as if it were nothing. Any debris sidestepped; the end of the cloak whipped around viciously in the wind. What an annoying jutsu.

The Akatsuki member then suddenly teleported, straight from his spot to the side of Orochimaru. He would attempt to land a kick straight in that fluid jaw, perhaps break his entire face. Now wouldn't that be funny?

But any miss would go uncared for, as he'd quickly teleport to the exact spot he stood before, as if he hadn't moved at all. Almost like jumping, but faster!

[petmysnakes]

The attack was quick, and unexpected. Orochimaru managed to flip back, attempting a dodge by executing a handstand on the branch. Unfortunately, the kick nicked him slightly, throwing him off balance. He tumbled forward, falling to the next branch. He extended his arms upward, catching onto the branch and swinging himself forward so that he was balancing on the next one.

"Let's try something a little more... advanced." The Sannin leaped back once more, making his way further into the trees, but still keeping a close eye on Tobi. He stopped, landing on the ground in front of a large oak tree. Letting out a short laugh, his eyes slipped shut and he began the summoning.

Suddenly, "he" was right behind Tobi. His arms extended outward, aiming to entangle his neck in a choke hold.

[secondvirgo]

"Heh! Slow!"

Tobi watched his kick knock Orochimaru forward and onto another branch. This spurred a high-pitched giggle to tumble out of the nin... suddenly cut short as he felt that familiar embrace around his neck.

".. Ack, this again?" Tobi coughed mildly before merely teleporting a few yards away, more toward the village. His heart raced, though his stance would still appear rather calm - it was Madara who was tensing, fear of just what Orochimaru was trying to do creeping into him. His nerves were on hair-trigger now.

[petmysnakes]

Oh the irony.

Orochimaru's eyes narrowed slightly. Tobi was getting closer to the village. It wasn't like he was protective of it, but it would surely be a hassle to begin rebuilding once more. Knowing this klutz, if the battle were to shift into the village itself... there was no doubt that something would "break."

The Sannin let out a bored sigh, as if growing tired of something in particular. Which of course, he was. That accursed teleportation. He truly did hope that this skirmish would be a bit more fun, but if events continued to play out like this, he was going to have to waste his chakra on something a little more... drastic.

His double began bolting towards Tobi, whilst Orochimaru himself was bounding for the scene. He soared off the tree, landing a few yards away from Tobi. "Let's see you dodge this," he sneered, before using his chakra to execute a temporary paralysis.

[secondvirgo]

Once Tobi landed some feet away, he had prepared to attack once more with that swift method, before...

"Orochimaru. I am not that stupid."

Madara could clearly see through that disguise, but Tobi was only 75% sure. What if... well, people were returning from the dead left and right; what if Deidara had as well? And he had perfected some kind of replication technique?!

The eye flicked all over "Deidara"'s figure, attempting to pick out a chink in the armor. No... Orochimaru was good. But he didn't know the artistic senpai, did he? If he was really trying to fool Tobi again, it would take more than a disguise.

Tobi just stood there, waiting for his opponent to do something else.

[petmysnakes]

"Deidara" didn't move. In fact, he didn't even speak. Orochimaru wasn't too familiar with his current form's personality. He didn't expect "Tobi" to fall for it. There were a few more manipulative tricks Orochimaru had planned... but he wasn't going to give up on this one quite yet.

"If you don't believe it, then attack me, idiot."

[secondvirgo]

"Just going to waste your chakra with that pointless veneer, hm?"

Tobi's voice had changed. From the previous jarring shriek of his regular tone to something lower, more somber. His head lowered slightly, still posed as if to flee.

But instead, the Sharingan in his eye seemed to flare up once more. He didn't like to expend such immense amounts of chakra as he was about to, but Madara was growing tired of this little game. Tobi was pushed aside. Now stepping forward, Madara focused that single eye on Orochimaru's forehead.

Tsukuyomi activated. Bless the Mangekyou. Madara tossed Orochimaru into a void of utter blackness, save for the red moon which always appeared. And with this, he had thus crippled any chance of the man using his chakra or muscles to move. And now the Uchiha would come closer, masked face just inches from the pallid visage that was Orochimaru's.

"... I wouldn't suggest you try this again." His exposed eye never looked away for a second.

"Don't continue to waste my timeWith that, senbon-like jutsu was utilized to

[petmysnakes]

Orochimaru took a stance, prepared to bar himself from whatever attack was coming next. Though, he certainly didn't expect what ACTUALLY happened.

Suddenly, he found himself in a very unfamiliar place. Wait, what was this? Could it be... no. No this wasn't possible. Did this mean that this catastrophe of a man actually did have that immense power he claimed? Orochimaru collapsed on the ground, unable to move, or hold any real position . The tables had turned.

No. No no no! This was impossible.

Something about Tobi's voice had changed. He'd heard that shrill ring of a tone disappear before... but now it was a much more apparent ominously foreboding tone.

He expected the pain to come in quick shots, but no, this man was taking his time. He could feel the gradual process of his skin breaking. He gritted his teeth, his body tensing, but incapable of doing anything more. Though he managed to stammer any screams, he let out a muffled growl, his breath quickening to short gasps.