[The snow falls in soft glittery patterns, swirling and chasing invisible currents in artful frozen swirls. Isn't it pretty..? It's all the PCD catches for awhile, just merrily broadcasting this frozen winter wonderland. Until the sudden explosion of feathers. The view is suddenly swarmed with a flying whirlwind of beating wings and beady red eyes
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[He stirs just enough to remind him that movement is a Very Bad Idea, but his head rolls with the prompting of his fingers to one cheek, to face the source of the disembodied voice.]
... Death?
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[It takes his brain a moment to process that his brother is here. He's back and he's alive, though perhaps not for long. Once that thought clicks inside of his head, he's racing outside and ready to find his brother.]
Otouto, pick up your PCD and press the button of the top of it. It is the metal box that my voice is coming from. It will tell me where you are. This is an order.
[He nearly forgot that Izuna might not know what a PCD is now that he's gone home and returned.]
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A-aniue I ... can't -
where is it ..?
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His breath catches in the back of his throat. Ah, it hurts!]
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Who's there?
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I-It's Sasuke. Your nephew.
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My what..?
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[He sounds startled.]
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[The looming specter of death that hunts his shadow and seeks to rip it from his heels is either multi-faceted with the voice of a legion -
or else he's losing his mind.
Izuna frowns up at the snow and sighs gustily, melting a few nearby flakes.]
Madness. I couldn't have lost leave of my mind somewhere warmer?
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[Of course he wouldn't remember.]
Stay there. Madara is coming for you.
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[He pauses to breathe, then slants an apologetic grin at the heavens.]
Heard him screaming. I was careless...
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[By the time Lily's voice adds into the mix, he's so thoroughly confused by it all that he's edging shakily away from the dropped PCD. He doesn't know what to make of it all!
So many voices... and they all know him by name.]
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The birds, picking up on his agitation, are being dreadfully loud and obnoxious again.]
I'm told they are, but . . .
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