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trapweaverWho: Masanori and Ami, *Open With Conditions
Where: All Over Konoha
When: The night of March 4th to Early Morning March 5th
Notes: Mod-approved! Having realized due to a revelation by Sasuke that nothing in public restrooms are clean, Masanori has decided to get rid of his toilet paper fort eight years in the making in the most satisfying way possible: by taking revenge on the village for the actions of the mob Iruka threw him to for stealing it in the first place. Every part of the village EXCEPT Iruka's house, the shopping district, and the Uchiha district will be teepeed. *The thread between Ami and Masanori is CLOSED, but feel free to start your own threads with reactions and bounce off each other!
Cloaked in black with a hood drawn over his face and his hitai-ate the only possible and rather useless identifier for the number of shinobi in possession of the same in their home village, Masanori was, at the moment he left the Shizuoka compound clothed in toilet paper with a wooden dummy in his bed to prevent any potential foiling of the plot, the spitting image of a good and proper shinobi. He was neither seen, nor heard as he headed to the agreed meeting location, namely Team Shisui's training ground, with scroll upon scroll upon sealed scroll containing nothing but sheet after sheet of toilet paper in varying condition secured upon his person. Deconstructing his toilet paper fort eight years in the making, working the toilet paper into a usable condition, and sealing it for the sake of the plot had been challenging, but the fruit of his and Ami's efforts would soon be realized and Konoha would know a true teepeeing.
That was the mission. Since Sasuke had invoked the realization that nothing, nothing in public restrooms was clean when he had brought Masanori and Ami bento, the young Shizuoka had resolved to be rid of his beloved toilet paper fort so that he could construct a new, clean fort out of sturdier materials. What better way than to dispose of the toilet paper fort than this? To return it to the villagers who had been so upset about the loss of it? It was more than appropriate in his young mind. It was a satisfying measure of revenge to be taken for the mob unleashed on him last week even if his exposure had netted him a satisfying strike against the clan and its elders. Come morning when the villagers stirred, they would realize too late their foolish complacency.
Coming to a halt in the shadow of a particular tree upon the training grounds, Masanori reached idly to check the backpack that contained several more scrolls and, of course, Miorugumo. A poke was received in turn and he turned his eyes back around to watch and wait while mulling over the details of the plan. The only locations that would be left untouched were obvious. There was the shopping district where Ami lived, what with the people there being kind to him, and the Uchiha district. Iruka's house, too, he supposed for the unintentional favor he had done him. A favor was a favor, after all.
Leaning against the wood, Masanori inhaled silently. Ami shouldn't be too much longer now. Then, they would begin to unleash their quiet terror upon the village. Then, he would have justice.
Where: All Over Konoha
When: The night of March 4th to Early Morning March 5th
Notes: Mod-approved! Having realized due to a revelation by Sasuke that nothing in public restrooms are clean, Masanori has decided to get rid of his toilet paper fort eight years in the making in the most satisfying way possible: by taking revenge on the village for the actions of the mob Iruka threw him to for stealing it in the first place. Every part of the village EXCEPT Iruka's house, the shopping district, and the Uchiha district will be teepeed. *The thread between Ami and Masanori is CLOSED, but feel free to start your own threads with reactions and bounce off each other!
Cloaked in black with a hood drawn over his face and his hitai-ate the only possible and rather useless identifier for the number of shinobi in possession of the same in their home village, Masanori was, at the moment he left the Shizuoka compound clothed in toilet paper with a wooden dummy in his bed to prevent any potential foiling of the plot, the spitting image of a good and proper shinobi. He was neither seen, nor heard as he headed to the agreed meeting location, namely Team Shisui's training ground, with scroll upon scroll upon sealed scroll containing nothing but sheet after sheet of toilet paper in varying condition secured upon his person. Deconstructing his toilet paper fort eight years in the making, working the toilet paper into a usable condition, and sealing it for the sake of the plot had been challenging, but the fruit of his and Ami's efforts would soon be realized and Konoha would know a true teepeeing.
That was the mission. Since Sasuke had invoked the realization that nothing, nothing in public restrooms was clean when he had brought Masanori and Ami bento, the young Shizuoka had resolved to be rid of his beloved toilet paper fort so that he could construct a new, clean fort out of sturdier materials. What better way than to dispose of the toilet paper fort than this? To return it to the villagers who had been so upset about the loss of it? It was more than appropriate in his young mind. It was a satisfying measure of revenge to be taken for the mob unleashed on him last week even if his exposure had netted him a satisfying strike against the clan and its elders. Come morning when the villagers stirred, they would realize too late their foolish complacency.
Coming to a halt in the shadow of a particular tree upon the training grounds, Masanori reached idly to check the backpack that contained several more scrolls and, of course, Miorugumo. A poke was received in turn and he turned his eyes back around to watch and wait while mulling over the details of the plan. The only locations that would be left untouched were obvious. There was the shopping district where Ami lived, what with the people there being kind to him, and the Uchiha district. Iruka's house, too, he supposed for the unintentional favor he had done him. A favor was a favor, after all.
Leaning against the wood, Masanori inhaled silently. Ami shouldn't be too much longer now. Then, they would begin to unleash their quiet terror upon the village. Then, he would have justice.
