Sakura figured she should probably be more annoyed than she was, crossing her arms and staring down the statue of her that was, consequentially, also crossing its arms and staring her down. Life imitating art was usually an expression she'd heard, not something she'd expressly seen. (Given the artists she knew, art wasn't even something held back
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He hadn't talked to her since she went and punched him in the face, which meant he hadn't had the change to give to her the stuff that would (hopefully) prevent her from punching him in the face againDecision made, he'd flown back to Cassie's house, picked up the things he needed, and headed back to the art hall, hoping that she'd still be there and he hadn't had to lug these things all over the city for no good reason ( ... )
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He come over to take a closer look at the statues. "Dodging what? A sudden deadly bamboo attack?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
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As he looked at the statue, she knelt down and picked one off the top. Flipping it open, she scanned a few pages. "Not bamboo," she answered after a moment. "Puppet arms." She let the book close in her hands, standing. "At least a hundred or so."
It dawned on her this was part of why she'd snapped over the nickname. Sasori had been the puppet master, and the puppet he'd been fighting with at that point was one of the human doll's he'd excelled in making.
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At that mention of puppet arms, he gave her a sidelong look. "Puppet arms? Seriously? How the hell can you fight a puppet? Did you just piss off the Muppets one time too many?"
Marco however, was no where near good enough at interpreting people's thoughts to figure that out. Not to mention, he was also still stuck on the idea of Sakura fighting Kermit the Frog.
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It sounded uncomfortably close to what the Yeerks did.
Marco shifted his weight a little. "Did he make puppets out of anyone you knew?" he said quietly.
Then the statues started changing, and Marco jumped. He'd thought that this was just some statue that someone had decided to make of Sakura for some reason, but now it was some pair of boys making out with each other and an apparently younger Sakura?! "What the hell?" he said, staring.
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She coughed again, remembering that day a little too well. "Oh, look, I still had long hair back then!" Who needed to explain what was going on?
Sakura figured it was kind of obvious. She chose to take it as him wondering at the mechanics behind the statues. Not that she understood them, but still, she had some idea about what was going on. "As far as I can tell, this creates statues based on memories. You don't really get to pick and choose," that she'd experienced yet, if (unknown to her) that wasn't actually true. There was no way to prevent it from displaying memories, if the ones shown could be influenced. "As far as I can tell, anyway."
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His eyes flicked towards the statue. "This thing's playing your memories?" he said, taking a step back and eying it suspiciously. He really didn't like the idea of some freaky statue thing just picking things out of people's brains and showing them to everyone. He turned back to look at Sakura. "And you don't mind having this thing putting yours on display?"
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Sakura's luck was in - Marco was startled enough by the fact that Sakura was apparently now fine with the nickname that had made her punch him in the face the other day that he didn't look back at the statue.
Or at least...not immediately. Was Sakura blushing? Okay, as much as he'd like to think that she was blushing because she was talking to him and he was just that cute, but it didn't really make sense considering what they were talking about. Unless it was something about the statue...
Instinctively, Marco started to turn to look back at the statue again.
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Wait. That sounded like more of a threat than it actually was, if at the same time she was serious about it. (Whoops.) "I believe you really did mean it just for the color of the whole stupid store. Girls and pink, barbie and pink, I guess it makes sense. I still don't know why you keep focusing on my hair color like this, but it beats the nicknames I had growing up."
Another awkward smile. He damn well better be distracted by now.
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Realisation hit Marco, and a slow grin crept over his face. "There's something embarrassing on the statues behind me, isn't there?" he said, teasing.
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Surprisingly true. Sakura tried not to do things she had to apologize for -- and when she did, it had too often been to people who refused to hear out an apology from her.
Time to switch topics, if the one that came to her was actually something that struck her the longer she looked at him. "Did you cut your hair?" He seemed different, but it was hard to place how. It might have been her imagination, looking for anything to latch on to to pull the focus off herself.
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Unknown to Marco though, the scene was already changing: an alien creature, only about at tall as a gazelle appeared. The statue was still, yet the creature's gait indicated that it was at full speed, and running very fast. But down beside one of it's hind leg was something else: a cobra, uncoiled and at the moment where it was about to sink it's teeth into the creature's leg.
Meanwhile, Marco had opened his fingers an inch and was peeking at Sakura through them with one eye. "Uh, no, I haven't."
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His response had her furrowing her brow, just a little. She was riding on her indignation high at the moment. "No? I thought... Nevermind." She had to be seeing things. Had the statue changed yet?
She peeked past Marco -- and both her eyebrows shot up. "Orochima -- no, I definitely don't remember anything like that happening." As much as snakes brought several people to mind (Orochimaru, and then Sasuke-kun), there was nothing on her world like the creature running away. Not that she'd ever heard of, making it improbable that this was based on any memory of her own.
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