[Upon awakening, Itachi rolls onto his side and dry heaves. The new memories on top of the stress of being returned to his original body prove to be too much at once. He lays there for a few moments, forehead pressed against the stones beneath him. It's hard to process. That the people he'd given up everything to protect, indeed their whole entire world, might be gone for reasons he's not even aware of - it doesn't seem real. He's not sure what to believe. What he does know is that he's once again alive, and in a body that shouldn't be able to carry him much further.
Every movement is painful as he pulls himself into a sitting position. What should otherwise be a pleasant breeze stings against the burns along his right arm. The deep gash in his left leg will need tending to. While it isn't bleeding now it will reopen easily enough. And his chest... his chest is on fire. Every breath taken feels like it should be his last, each one sounding like the raspy inhalations of the undead.
For a while he just sits, gathering what small reserves of energy he has as he takes in what little he can see of his new surroundings, squinting through the blur of his natural eyesight without his Sharingan. Everything is unfamiliar. Even his chakra doesn't quite feel right.
There's something else, though. His illness isn't the only thing tugging at his chest, and soon he realizes that he can't just sit around here. No matter how he feels physically, there's somewhere else he desperately needs to be.
The burns on his arm can be left alone, but that leg is going to make it difficult to move. The jingling at his hip indicates that he's been left with some amount of money by someone. perhaps this will at least allow him to purchase some bandages or get someone to sew up the wound. His own hands won't be steady enough for such a task yet.
Finally he starts moving, limping heavily. If he really is needed here then he'll put what effort he can into staying alive.]
The Heart of Nuren
[When the ninja finally reaches the place he's been drawn to, he falls to his knees in front of once of the small circles of runes. In the center is an egg. This whole chamber is a nesting ground of some sort, it seems, but it's this egg in particular that's drawn him in.
It's about twice as large as a typical chicken egg, the surface a rough black with fine red veins running through it. Hesitantly, he reaches out his right hand. Nothing seems to happen as his fingers pass over the runes and he takes that as a good sign. What he's going to do with the egg once he has it, he's not sure. If he's heard right then it will be up to him to raise whatever hatches from it.
As if he's done well raising anyone in the past.
The egg is warm in his hands, and for a time he continues to sit there, staring helplessly at its dark surface. What's the best way to carry this around to keep it from getting crushed?]
Upper Nuren
[Worn out, the best thing Itachi can think of to do at this point is find a comfortable place to sit and rest. The townspeople seem welcoming enough to Scions that his usually high paranoia level has relaxed slightly. The chances that he'll be harmed by one of them it low, but he doesn't know much about the other Scions themselves.
Beneath the bend in a stone staircase is a corner occupied only by a few empty wooden crates. Itachi finds a comfortable spot to sit atop one of them cross-legged, and he pulls a thin blanket around himself - a gift from a concerned citizen.
He doesn't mean to fall asleep but he soon does, head bowed and egg held securely in both hands.]
Evening
[For the first time since arriving, Itachi lets the Sharingan spin the irises of his eyes into a bright red. Without their aid, his eyesight is so poor that the magic display would be nothing but bright blurs of color against the blackened sky. It would still be worth viewing, but he wouldn't be able to properly appreciate the effort.
He doesn't like being crowded, and while he accepts some offerings of food purely out of hunger he turns others away politely. This whole day has been too much for him and he could use some time to sit and process it all.
The ninja sits in the same spot as before, though now he's leaning against the wall behind him with his legs dangling off the crate. He might look more relaxed but he's still just as wary as ever. Some sort of pocket dimension to store his egg in where he didn't have to constantly fret about it getting cracked would be nice right about now.]
Itachi Uchiha | Naruto | New Arrival
[Upon awakening, Itachi rolls onto his side and dry heaves. The new memories on top of the stress of being returned to his original body prove to be too much at once. He lays there for a few moments, forehead pressed against the stones beneath him. It's hard to process. That the people he'd given up everything to protect, indeed their whole entire world, might be gone for reasons he's not even aware of - it doesn't seem real. He's not sure what to believe. What he does know is that he's once again alive, and in a body that shouldn't be able to carry him much further.
Every movement is painful as he pulls himself into a sitting position. What should otherwise be a pleasant breeze stings against the burns along his right arm. The deep gash in his left leg will need tending to. While it isn't bleeding now it will reopen easily enough. And his chest... his chest is on fire. Every breath taken feels like it should be his last, each one sounding like the raspy inhalations of the undead.
For a while he just sits, gathering what small reserves of energy he has as he takes in what little he can see of his new surroundings, squinting through the blur of his natural eyesight without his Sharingan. Everything is unfamiliar. Even his chakra doesn't quite feel right.
There's something else, though. His illness isn't the only thing tugging at his chest, and soon he realizes that he can't just sit around here. No matter how he feels physically, there's somewhere else he desperately needs to be.
The burns on his arm can be left alone, but that leg is going to make it difficult to move. The jingling at his hip indicates that he's been left with some amount of money by someone. perhaps this will at least allow him to purchase some bandages or get someone to sew up the wound. His own hands won't be steady enough for such a task yet.
Finally he starts moving, limping heavily. If he really is needed here then he'll put what effort he can into staying alive.]
The Heart of Nuren
[When the ninja finally reaches the place he's been drawn to, he falls to his knees in front of once of the small circles of runes. In the center is an egg. This whole chamber is a nesting ground of some sort, it seems, but it's this egg in particular that's drawn him in.
It's about twice as large as a typical chicken egg, the surface a rough black with fine red veins running through it. Hesitantly, he reaches out his right hand. Nothing seems to happen as his fingers pass over the runes and he takes that as a good sign. What he's going to do with the egg once he has it, he's not sure. If he's heard right then it will be up to him to raise whatever hatches from it.
As if he's done well raising anyone in the past.
The egg is warm in his hands, and for a time he continues to sit there, staring helplessly at its dark surface. What's the best way to carry this around to keep it from getting crushed?]
Upper Nuren
[Worn out, the best thing Itachi can think of to do at this point is find a comfortable place to sit and rest. The townspeople seem welcoming enough to Scions that his usually high paranoia level has relaxed slightly. The chances that he'll be harmed by one of them it low, but he doesn't know much about the other Scions themselves.
Beneath the bend in a stone staircase is a corner occupied only by a few empty wooden crates. Itachi finds a comfortable spot to sit atop one of them cross-legged, and he pulls a thin blanket around himself - a gift from a concerned citizen.
He doesn't mean to fall asleep but he soon does, head bowed and egg held securely in both hands.]
Evening
[For the first time since arriving, Itachi lets the Sharingan spin the irises of his eyes into a bright red. Without their aid, his eyesight is so poor that the magic display would be nothing but bright blurs of color against the blackened sky. It would still be worth viewing, but he wouldn't be able to properly appreciate the effort.
He doesn't like being crowded, and while he accepts some offerings of food purely out of hunger he turns others away politely. This whole day has been too much for him and he could use some time to sit and process it all.
The ninja sits in the same spot as before, though now he's leaning against the wall behind him with his legs dangling off the crate. He might look more relaxed but he's still just as wary as ever. Some sort of pocket dimension to store his egg in where he didn't have to constantly fret about it getting cracked would be nice right about now.]