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Who: Tobirama Senju (AU) & YOU!
Where: Kitchen, Quiet Car, Gym/Training room
When: Poi 1 - 10ish range.
What: Tobirama's bored which means he's getting up to no good. Making paper, scrolls, and doing what he does best: creating jutsu he probably shouldn't create. Though mostly just testing limits at the moment.
Warnings: None really!

-- COOKING UP... PAPER?

Its the very crack of dawn or whatever dawn would be in void space; not before curfew ends though he assumes not shortly after. The train seemed silent and bare of people which was an ideal time to take some of the paper he had bought on Osiga and make more paper with it. As this is what one does, clearly, with their mornings.

And so anyone looking to have some early morning coffee or tea might find a man dressed in a simple blue yukata. Technically his pajamas but who's counting. He has made tea, made sure access is still available, but the space is in an organized (and actually very organized) state of mess. By the time anyone rolls around there's quite a lengthy line of parchment paper on the floor and some kind of beige pulp drying on it. It, too, had been tucked as out of the way as possible to make room for people.

Tobirama himself is taking care of the mess he's made finding the whole process quite calming and gratifying. Diligently so. A nod of acknowledgement to any curious enough to drop by.

-- INK & BLOOD

It's late. He chooses the quiet car, ironically enough, as an appropriate place to make what are essentially bombs. Sitting cross-legged with tea on the far end of a table, a brush and ink set and paper he's picked up from Osiga. He stowed away... a lot of paper. Some now reimagined into last morning's scroll experiment.

The tags, though? Not inherently dangerous. They can't activate without specific steps so to the outsider's view it merely looked like he was doing calligraphy. And, to be fair, he took great care in the formula after cutting the paper just to size; quite care in placing the ink. Eyes flick up to passersby every now and then, happy to keep quiet company. He may, in time, move on to different seals and formulas. Making sure he's well prepared.

Though if enough time passes, well, he might get curious and start cropping up a few other more experimental formulas. Whether they will work is debatable but such is the way, isn't it?

-- BORED INNOVATION

Some few days into the month of Poi, perhaps even a week, and Tobirama finds himself in the gym car well enough away from others to do the things he has an interest in doing. Though it's not a popular time, as he tends to choose his timing wisely. The Senju was known for his water techniques but, given the lack of ways to pass the time, he figures why not strengthen his other elemental releases. Technically, he knew how to use many of them. Was he particularly skilled? Not as much.

But since he's here, and since he's got a burning desire to get up to no good, he starts to tinker, curious if he could find a way to produce an element from a place where no such element exists. Such as wind or earth. Because he can generate his own chakra into water, but the other elements... again, not as much. Lightening, perhaps. was the only secondary one he could crop up without any such sign of lightening about. This might well be what someone walks in on so ducking would be a good idea. Although one could walk in on various things. Since the fourth war, and a brief conversation with Yondaime, he's since upgraded his body flicker technique as well. And he's made a few formula tags to test. For science, as they say.

Though if you're looking for a more peaceful experience someone can always wander in during setup or a more calm experiment. Since he's also curious how much of his skills can be used here as opposed to home, if there are any changes. That and why have one practice weapon when you can have a hundred? Do they keep their form? Well, time will tell.

-- WILDCARD
At any given time he could be reading, could be wood carving with a sharpened rock until he gets a dang knife, could be making tea, and frankly could just be cleaning. It's oddly meditative for him. Feel free to drop in on any of these activities or whip something up yourself :) HMU on discord if you wanna chat about anything: yikes#4009

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Granted, Tobirama has left access, but most of the access is for creatures the width of a human. And also, he's clearly not anticipating a teleporting giant spider. It's fair! She can't blame him for not planning for either of those things! She even teleported to the corner, which is normally out of the way of kitchen activity. But, well, that's kinda where the paper's drying. So, she still just landed with two clawed spider feet in a sheet of pulp, and one of those claws just skidded, tearing a line down the scroll.

Crap.

Three spider legs and one human arm swing out for balance, and another leg embeds itself in the wall to stop the slide. Okay. Safe!

Safe enough to look down, and try to shake some of the stuff off her feet. Whose pulp is this.

"Gross."

And granted, it was difficult to sneak up on Tobirama. That said, he'd not yet met Miss Spider and had quite a short reaction time between noticing something was about to happen and the thing happening. Though he did try, just a second too late, and gives a deep sigh.

Eyes shift from the spider, which is oddly not that strange to him, then to the almost clean utelsils. "Well, at least I haven't finished completely." And this besides, he might actually be able to salvage it. Let's give it a look. "Here, do you need help with cleaning up? I apologize, I'd thought such a space would be safe."

Clearly not anticipating teleporting spiders.

As promised, Kaiba is spending the day training. He'd had basic self defense training before boarding, and he'd tried to learn new techniques over the last year or so. But self defense had never been more important than it was now. He could no longer rely on anyone else to protect him, so he needed to be strong.

He'd trained with others throughout the day, and a healer would probably say he needed to stop by now, but this training was different. Or so he justified to himself. Physical strength and mental strength were two different reservoirs, and Kaiba needed control of his powers. They wouldn't always be available, but when they were, he could use his---

---lightning. Not his. Crap. He threw up his hand and generated his own lightning strike, and the upward swipe absorbed the incoming blast and sent it harmlessly to the ceiling.

He turned to face the other person. Ah, the man from yesterday. "You're up late."

Pot, kettle. The usual.

Yondu hasn't found Tobirama since he'd snagged his packages from the luggage car. Everything was- well, he'd been distracted. The loss of a friend to the fog had been heavy on him, especially one that he'd admired as much as he had Siebren. It drilled into his head he had obligations and loyalties, and needed to get his head in order before facing other difficulties.

The Spider's return reminds him that everyone who leaves might still be here. They may be stuck in a form of silent limbo, strictly void data. And he needs to make sure everyone is accounted for, eventually.

So he's a little late in finding Tobirama, and when he sees him through one of the quiet car doors he knocks there with the back of his knuckles, hoping to draw his attention without damningly interrupting... whatever it is he's doing? Looks like calligraphy but also it's probably something more than that. He can't imagine him doing anything without some kind of deeper meaning behind it, outside of Drink Tea.

He waves a package he's holding and waits for him to open the door, prepared for it to be a drive-by drop off if Tobirama's not in the mood for company.

K'zeka can't say he's ever actually walked into an attack of any kind before--he's usually pretty good at avoiding them either out of reflex or just being decent at spotting where a hit will land and moving out of the way. He wasn't expecting lightning at all when he entered the gym car and just barely manages to duck out of the way of the element, the residual static causing the fur on his ears to stand on end.

"Greetings to you, too!"

He's not mad--after all, he did something similar a while back while practicing his own ability to call up the elements--just surprised.

She's certain that she'll never sneak up on him and, honestly, she's not particularly keen on trying. Even though she's pretty certain he's taken up in whatever it is he's currently doing. And, if he doesn't interrupt, she's going to try and look over his shoulder with a click of her tongue.

"You're making seals and bombs without me? I'm hurt. Here I thought I was the expert at seals."

Sneak up? Not at all, but he finds an amused tick upwards at the corner of his lips as he finishes one. His seals, his formulas -- well, they were alright, they made due. He had the pride in creating some of them but they paled in comparison to the strength and power of an Uzumaki -- of Mito in particular. Simple things. Most taught as basic shinobi technique to young genin. The others... such as the bombs, well.

"Please," brush down and setting the paper to dry he continues, "and invite criticism from someone who knows what they're doing, Why do that to myself?"

Well, to be fair his lightning techniques are commonly used to enhance ninja tools -- create a sharper edge. He's nowhere near matching the skill of people like Kakashi or Sasuke. That, and... well, you know, experiments were never experiments without something blowing up now were they?

Though its worth noting, weirdly enough, the lightening seemed to go... backwards. Instead of from Tobirama, it was drawn to Tobirama. Nevertheless still at a fast enough rate that required quick reflexes which brings us to, "quite the trained reflexes."

And a beat, "apologies. You are alright?"

Honestly, she expected nothing less from him. Whether from knowing she's there or not inviting critique from someone like her. Though it doesn't stop her from taking a seat near him and inspecting the work without touching.

"Because then, maybe, you could make them a little better than genin-tier." She muses quietly, though it's all out of good fun. "Did you just get bored or are you trying to prepare for whatever is thrown at us with these missions people keep speaking of?"

"Not a scratch. I've been through much worse."

Sometimes he's amazed he's still standing, let alone alive and well and walking around like he's never faced anything dangerous in his life.

As for lightning techniques, he'd be interested in that application, as that's not something Oboro's ever decided to teach him, focusing much more on the direct offensive applications of elemental jutsu.

"What were you trying to do, if I might ask?"

He's never been one that needed constant contact with someone to affirm his importance in their life, not that he felt the bond between them was there yet but that's beside the point. Honestly, it was an impossible task for people in their line of work to keep what some might think of as 'normal frequency in communication'. Friendships, relationships, acquaintances. Sometimes gone for months on end. Though he supposed this depended on what kind of Shinobi a person was.

Needless to say, Tobirama himself doesn't think of Yondu as being late in anything really. He's well involved in his work, taking the time to finish one last lettering before addressing the other man's arrival. Brush down, tea into hand, he nods for the other man to enter.

"Have a seat if you wish," he offers, setting aside the tag to dry.

He slides into the booth and closes the door behind him.

"I noticed some of the stuff you were pickin' out for yourself when we was at the last stop? And uh..." He offers him a package, still addressed to Yondu and opened at the end. Inside is a leather jacket, blue-black in color with a white fur ruff around the collar. It's made of similar leather to Yondu's, and while he's had some reinforcement placed on his it's at least as strong as some light armor.

He'd chosen Ogord clan colors rather than Yondu clan colors, unlike the other leathers he'd passed along.

He settles down, looking at the collection of tags he's done. "You've been real productive. I can't tell with what but you've been real productive. These do somethin' special?"

He wouldn't exactly disagree with the healers but this might be because one of his own notorious healers could also knock him halfway across the world with one punch to make a point. Make that two, actually, one happening to be his niece. That aside, Tobirama observed the man for a moment before letting out an, "ah."

Yes, he is up late, this is obvious and they both know its obvious so he'll breeze on past that part of the conversation. "Convenient, I had planned on contacting you."

Its not often he lets time slip away from him but every once in awhile...

"And you would offer such knowledge freely to me?" He's more than willing to exchange the truthful humor. Honestly, give him more tools to make problems with. He takes a sip of tea and watches her for a while. "I'd be insulted if I wasn't the one who created those ranks in the first place."

With an exhale, the cup placed itself back to the table and he passed her some paper as a further invitation for her to join him. "Both might be the best description, currently."

Tobirama observed quietly. He looked at the garment as it was pulled out and in good tradition insisted he couldn't take the gift at least once before resigning with a shallow bow of his head. Fingers inspected it, noting the material and its thickness. Noting the colors, too. He recalls a few conversations and finds himself curious enough to point it out.

First, though, he must fold it and graciously put the gift aside to use later. "This is not your color." A beat. "But I prefer my hands not be idle. They do have their uses. Have you seen them before?"

A nod, taking his own brief moment to look them over. Wild canons, amiright? How half of any of them are standing is really something else but enough random meta. Never underestimate your own drive to survive, he'd say. It's an impressive motivator.

"Lightening, electricity, whichever you want to call it -- I'm not naturally inclined." He brings his right hand to massage deep in the palm of his left, the one he'd been trying to draw it to. "But I had wondered if I could pull it from what's around us." Took him some time to figure out the right seals and honestly, it was a long one. Possibly because of his lack of experience, who's to say. It wasn't what he'd call stable yet, though.

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"They kinda look like the talismans Sanzo makes an' takes on missions with him." He's not at all surprised about the idle hands thing. He wouldn't expect them to be.

It's then that he circles back around to the jacket color. "It's Ogord clan colors. His people were a li'l' more serious than mine." Still would enjoy ports, of course, but by and large that clan signature suited Tobirama better than his own.

"Clan colors don't mean too much here, though. Some of the magicians here could change it for ya if it doesn't suit."

Seto shrugs a shoulder. All right, he can manage a break in his training for some...negotiation. He grabs a water bottle and towel and leans against the wall.

"You want information in exchange for a storage solution, as I recall?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. I don't have much of an ability as far as magicks are concerned."

That's what conjurers do, as far as he knows. They pull elemental aether from their surroundings and channel it into offensive or defensive spells. Is this man a conjurer? He doesn't have a staff or anything, just...attempting to channel the lightning straight into his hand.

The first and last time she'll ever sneak up on this guy, wasted..!

"No worries, can you just--" It'd be nice if she could just burn this stuff off her feet, but with her luck that'd damage her feet more than the gooey paper. Gingerly, she holds the messier leg out towards him, whilst the rest of her levers itself over via the wall and a series of awkward, dancing hops.

"Who needs this much paper?" Well, this guy, probably.

Wasted indeed. A true shame. More importantly right now though is helping her clean off the pulp given how quick a thin layer like that will dry. So, he takes a lightly damp cloth and follows with a dry one to pat it clean. Imagining being a large semi-animal creature made things more difficult in spaces that are created for an average-sized anthropomorphic.

Anyhow, he nods and attempts to patch up the spots that were pierced. And with luck, he did manage. Though it takes a bit of patience and diligent work. "I'm creating a scroll. Couldn't find such an item on Osiga, but plenty of paper products."

This besides, making a scroll from scratch gives him something to do and gods know he needs something to do. "You're awake early. I had hoped to be early enough to not interrupt most people's daily routine."

It takes him a moment, as he's never called it magick or even heard the term weirdly enough, but the context lines up. An ability or branch of abilities that allow people to do something.

"For us, it is Chakra. Not all people have the ability to use the Chakra within them." He pauses, squeezing his palm and finally letting it rest. "Those who do typically have an affinity toward one of the five basic elemental types." Some, like his brother, are special but that's another thing altogether. There's other aspects of this as well but they might not be as relevant.

"You do have experience in battle, though? With reflexes like that I can't imagine not."

"More than I ever wanted," is his answer, accompanied by a small shrug.

The mention of chakra makes him realize he was entirely wrong about Tobirama.

"Chakra...my apologies, you're a shinobi, aye? I thought you might be a mage!"

It's not too strange to see people practicing all sorts of hobbies in the quiet car, really. Though Alice is mostly just on an aimless nightly walk - she has had so much pent up energy lately that she doesn't quite know what to do with, and it makes going to bed much earlier than their forced knock out period very hard - she can't help but spot Tobirama as he's sitting there in one of the booths of the quiet car. Alice stares at him through the glass, clearly unbothered by the fact she looks like she's snooping.

Especially because she still doesn't look bothered even when he glances over at her, clearly having spotted her outside.

It leaves the girl to shrug for a moment and then just open the door to enter the section of the quiet car he's sitting at, plopping down unelegantly on a seat opposite from his. Staring at the paper.

"Keeping yourself busy?" She asks. Honestly, Alice doesn't even know what he's really doing. She figures it's just some form of calligraphy. She's seen that before.

He's always looking for information. On the train, how the train works -- for the most part, as much as anyone can, Tobirama thinks he's come to understand this. The tethers he's come to understand as much as anyone can as well. This... lack of origin or why the train is in operation is a complicated one, it seems. Those who trust the Ministry vs those who trust the train and why also a point of interest.

As for hat he'll ask about, its quite focused. Feet move over to the scroll he had set aside ready for exactly this purpose but does not yet hand it over. This besides, he needs to share how to use it. It took some added formula on his own behalf given the person using it will not naturally have chakra to unlock it but he's known shinobi before without the ability to wield their chakra, so.

"There's four main teams, although it seems less known to some there are splinter teams. Perhaps less official? I'm curious what they are, and on broader terms I'm curious how most missions flow. From Amaya's message, planning seems to not be the greatest skillset but perhaps this is more circumstantial than a lack of skill."

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COOKING UP... PAPER sorry mr hokage sir

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