.soul campaign revival

[metamorphosys]

"Did you really think I would let you forget my story? My legend dates back to the 12th century..."


Congratulations! You arrived to Death City just in time for the holidays. Rumour has it that Excalibur just couldn't let the season pass without gracing the entire multiverse with yet another retelling of his magnificent story, so he pulled a few strings to make this happen, but no one really knows if that's true or not. Have you been here before or are you brand new to the city? Are you a Meister or a Weapon? (In case you're a Weapon, don't forget that throwing yourself down a flight of stairs is a great way to find out what your Weapon form is!) Here, have a brand new communicator and the key to your new living quarters. And for the love of Shinigami, don't press the SOS button unless it really is an emergency.


Welcome to the SC revival post, and Happy Holidays! soul_campaign was a jamjar rp set in the Soul Eater verse that ran from June 2009 until its endgame in August 2014 (June 2009 - October 2010 in game). Some characters chose to stay in the city after endgame while others chose to return to their worlds; others came and went as the game progressed. Feel free to jump in and relive your days at SC, or skip right ahead to present day and revisit the city years after the war ended. Why not throw new characters into the mix as well? The sky is the limit! Just play nice and have fun!

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sasuke uchiha | naruto | weapon

[sharingan]

[ Sasuke made Death City his new home when everyone he cared for eventually found their way to the Nevada, and when the war finally ended he remained in the desert as a Deathscythe with his Meister, Naruto. He was part of the Watch and devoted a great deal of time to becoming as powerful as he could to defend the city from the witches, who became the target for all of his hatred.

He can often be found patrolling, and runs morning classes in taijutsu and in resonating with a difficult Weapon (ie: him). After the war, he still does regular city patrols like some sort of police officer, but can be seen loitering around Mi-so Good Ramen, the noodle stand Naruto opened once peace became a reality. He still looks mostly unapproachable but he isn't as rude as he once has, having taken an active role in what it means to make and keep bonds with other people.

Past or present/future (just mention which!), either way Sasuke will probably be hanging around looking bored with a hand on his katana. ]

[jutsu]

[Sasuke has never been a morning person. He doesn't really wake up so much as he comes out of a deathlike trance and wants to commit acts of violence on the world- so why he decided to punish himself, Naruto, and a bunch of innocent martial arts students by teaching a morning class is one of Death City's great mysteries.

It might be horrible, but it's also become habitual, and that's what brings Naruto here before the sun is up- with a bag slung over one arm and an umbrella over the other. Last week Sasuke didn't even put his shoes on before leaving. Maybe this is what moms feel like.

When he's finally near enough to call out, Naruto does it without his usual bellow and couples it with the wave of an arm instead. Something tells him that shouting wouldn't do him any favors. Gotta give it another hour maybe.]

Oi, Sasuke.

[sharingan]

[ It's true. Sasuke has never been a morning person and waking up at the crack of dawn does absolutely nothing for his personality. Some days he's extra surly, and his would-be students pay the price, but Sasuke also prides himself in knowing they progress quickly and efficiently.

The sun isn't even awake yet. At least he remembered shoes this time.

He scowls at Naruto and his umbrella. ]

What?

[jutsu]

[So much for the sacred bonds of respect between a meister and their weapon. Somedays, when he's feeling particularly uncharitable, Naruto thinks its like having a pet that wants nothing to do with you. Except Chicken never gave him this much grief.]

It's gonna rain later you bastard.

[He punctuates this announcement with a waggle of the umbrella, but Naruto already knows better. When has Sasuke ever cared about a little thing like rain? Its not like he got chased around the village by professional ninja all trying to give him a flu shot. Actually... that still gives him the heebie jeebies.]

And you left your lunch.

[sharingan]

[ Sasuke, if possible, somehow manages to look even more angry at the presumption. What the hell is he going to need an umbrella for? A little rain never hurt anyone. And they were in a desert, shouldn't it be welcome? But the inner monologue he starts in on grinds to a reluctant halt with the more... helpful bit. His brow clears and his shoulders, that had been crawling toward his ears, ease back down. ]

Hn. [ He holds out his hand, palm up, expectant, but at least he isn't making an impression of a wet cat anymore. ]

[jutsu]

[Naruto would argue, but contrary to popular belief he has actually learned better. Sasuke barely makes words as it is, but he's at his worst first thing in the morning. It's probably a miracle that he hasn't started throwing things at Naruto yet. Still. Just because his partner's decided that he's more powerful than a torrential downpour doesn't mean Naruto's going to cave in and accept a life of mopping up after the guy when he inevitably tracks a flood right through the house.

The bag is extended between them as a peace offering, handle falling easily into Sasuke's grip. But it's an all or nothing deal and Naruto follows it up with extending the umbrella. Like so much else of their relationship, it's the offer of a compromise.]

[sharingan]

[ Sasuke sighs, audibly and through his nose, but its too early and Naruto did bring him his lunch. He reaches out but bypasses the umbrella first, wrapping his palm around the back of his partner's hand. He can feel the scars on Naruto's knuckles against the skin, and he draws his touch down until it slides off Naruto's fingers to the handle of the umbrella to pluck it from his grip. ]

...Thank you.

[ He meets the Meister's eyes before turning away to set everything down under the tree he's claimed as his own. ]

Are you staying?

[jutsu]

[He would have known Sasuke's intentions through that touch alone. They've been defining themselves and each other through an exchange of fists since they were children, speaking in a language only true shinobi could understand. There's a memory here of Sasuke driving a kunai through his shoulder, of Sasuke reaching out to force resonance in the heat of a losing battle- and there's also the memory of a night spend meditating together, of Sasuke's head dipping forward and Naruto folding him into a hug. Maybe he was right and they'd always been children starved for something this simple.

It makes Naruto smile all the same.

Sasuke's turned back reads like an invitation, and his partner follows after him instead, shrugging out of his jacket and leaving it in a heap beside the umbrella and bagged lunch.]

Just don't go thinking I need the practice'attebayo.

[sharingan]

[ Hearing his jacket hit the ground lifts some of the morning mood he consistently suffers from, replacing it with a little thrill of anticipation. Sasuke straightens and turns around to face his partner, lifting both hands to his collar. The sun is only just rising behind Naruto, turning the training area pink and casting a glow over his sun-darkened skin. Sasuke pulls his shirt off with deliberate slowness, revealing his freckled shoulders. ]

I don't know. [ He drawls, dropping his shirt. He'll be sweating in no time. ] If all you're doing is standing behind that ramen stand all day, you might be getting rusty.

[jutsu]

You're just jealous 'cause I've got a real job.

[He can remember a time when Sasuke hesitated to show this much skin- not out of some sense of modesty, but because of the scar that sits high on his collar. The rush of pride he feels now has Naruto smiling at the ground as he leans down into a stretch.]

[sharingan]

Lazy.

[ He counters without venom. What Naruto did to get that place up and running had him up late at night, falling asleep in the living room instead of in their bed. The pride on his face when it opened and succeeded- at times, Sasuke wondered if that was how he might have looked when he became hokage. ]

[jutsu]

[His weight pivots in one fluid, easy motion- a kick angled towards Sasuke's head. He knows it will be caught and countered, but landing the strike isn't the point. It's about the dialogue.]

Says the guy who likes sleeping in.

[sharingan]

[ Sasuke deflects the kick with his forearm, stepping into the space between them to counter. It brings them into close quarters, a series of solid, practiced exchanges. Sasuke's fist shoots past Naruto's head, his arm extended over his shoulder, meeting his eyes with a smirk. ]

that high quality future sauce

[enthraller]

[Saralegui had been sent home before the end of the war and everything else, after a long and tumultuous stay. He wouldn't have stayed, anyway; there was too much he needed to do back home and a fragile, small newfound family to return to.

Still, he isn't unhappy to find himself in Death City again. Not thrilled, but...well. Everything here was always so complicated. His feelings are mixed. But it mixes his typical routine up a little from the almost peaceful status quo it had settled into.

Once again, though, he's finding his normal garb is way too warm for this desert bullshit. He's frowning and shedding his outermost layers when he stumbles across the noodle stand. It's unfamiliar, a new addition to the city since he was last here. The young man hanging out there is familiar, however, even despite the addition of a few years. Saralegui pauses, eyebrows rising over the rim of his tinted glasses.]

Ah...

[Well. Hey there.]

the hq is questionable at best

[sharingan]

[ Sasuke freezes when he sees the king. It stills his whole body, the shock of the unexpected rendering him momentarily stunned and breathless. It takes him far longer than he'd like to admit to regain his composure.

The strangest part is that Saralegui almost looks exactly as Sasuke remembers him: the long hair, the tinted frames. Sasuke is taller than him now, not an insignificant amount either. The memory and dissonance of the first time he'd gained a number of inches on Sara rushes back to him and when Sasuke inhales its with a smooth, measured breath.

Their relationship had been.... complicated, to say the least. And for Sasuke, that was saying something. He lowers both arms and stands loose-limbed, facing the king. ]

Sara.

the critics disagree

[enthraller]

[He remembers when Sasuke had first been returned after gaining a few years. He'd still been shorter back then, if by a smaller margin. Saralegui has never had to look at all upward at Sasuke before. It's a strange novelty in this semi-familiar, semi-awkward situation, and he latches onto it with a wry quirk at the corner of his lips, idly arranging his shed tunic over his forearm.]

I suddenly miss when you were a full head shorter than me.

[No, he doesn't.

Well. Kinda. Youngest Sasuke had been more emotive, at least. This one is still frustratingly hard to read, and being tall and double-black and admittedly attractive doesn't make that less annoying.]

are the critics sara

[sharingan]

[ It isn't a stand off, exactly. Sasuke isn't sure if he should be prepared for a fight (however verbal it may be) or not. But then, its been so many years, and Sasuke has aged since the time when he would let himself succumb to how sharp Sara's words could be. He's more sure of himself, now, and it shows when he visibly seems to relax whatever tension remained in his shoulders and arches an eyebrow. For how calm he seems, he can feel his heart thudding hard against his ribs, like adrenalin. ]

You're going to pass out in an outfit like that. [ He counters. ]

the critics are me, sara's still on the fence

[enthraller]

[This feels more correct somehow. Antagonism ranging from mild teasing to spiteful vendettas had kinda been their status quo back then. Some bit of uncertain tension eases out of him with the returned jab.

Still, Saralegui frowns and huffs, adjusting his grip on the cloak he'd already removed to work on shrugging off his outer tunic. His shirt under that is still long-sleeved, but give him a break, he's doing what he can.]

I was working on it. Without anything to change into, though, there's only so much I can do before it becomes an issue of public indecency.

sounds legit

[sharingan]

[ Sasuke's eyes track the movement. The long sleeves will probably help against the harsh sun, something Sasuke has had years to adjust to by now. His own clothing mirrors a style he's familiar with, loose fitted and draping. He's not as pale as Sara anymore, colour permanently etched onto his nose and cheeks by the desert light. His mouth turns up in the corner, smirking. ]

I remember.

[ Since he'd never heard the end of his own deeply v-d shirt. Something he still wears in the summer months. ]

[enthraller]

[Ack. He always wanted -- wants -- more expression out of Sasuke, but getting it always makes him regret it just a little. That smirks throws him off a bit. He isn't entirely sure how to interpret it, but past experience makes him err on the side of teasing. Maybe good-natured teasing. It makes him frown either way, before he schools his expression into something less affected and lifts his chin, cool and regal.]

If you're going to make comments, then you can lend me something more appropriate for the time being.

[They are closer to the same size this time around. Anything Sasuke has might even be a little big on him.]

[sharingan]

[ He doesn't make a habit of carrying anything he doesn't need around with him. It whittles his belongings down to his sword, his money, and the clothing on his back. His eyes wander the length of Sara's figure. Sasuke is taller than him, and broader in the shoulders. His clothing hangs loose and would probably work well enough, if he chose to hand it over.

Instead, he nods his head toward the noodle stand. They're far enough away that Naruto wouldn't notice them unless he leaned over and tried. Normally, if he wants Sasuke's attention, he just screams at him from the counter. Hanging from the side of it are some truly obnoxious t-shirts that have the logo of Mi-so Ramen printed on the front. ]

[enthraller]

[Saralegui's eyes follow that gesture, and his face sours as he recognizes what Sasuke is suggesting.]

I'll just roast to death.

[sharingan]

[ Sasuke laughs. It isn't the open, wide laugh that his closest friends have but he doesn't hide it the way he used to. It changes his face, making him look younger, despite the fact that he's not even that old to begin with.

Shaking his head, Sasuke unwraps his shirt and pulls it off. He doesn't tan, not really, but his shoulders are freckled from the desert sun. He's littered with scars, the beloved just a faint white mark on his collar these days. He takes a step forward and holds the fabric out at an angle, his eyes on Sara's face, as though daring him- with the cocky tilt of his lips- to refuse his offer. It's white, and made of breathable fabric. Sasuke has a number of them, and won't miss the one. Besides, Naruto' has plenty of t-shirts to wear that Sasuke isn't too proud to take advantage of. ]

[enthraller]

[Holy shit.

Saralegui's eyebrows arch up, clear surprise crossing his face for a moment at that laughter. Wow. Apparently the war did him some good. Before the king can recover and say anything about it, though, Sasuke is suddenly stripping and oh my god. Saralegui's expression turns almost alarmed, and Saduke clearing the situation up by offering her the shirt doesn't ease it at all.]

Do you expect me to strip right here to put that on?

[He isn't prudish or shy. Someone stripping for him isn't embarassing on it's own, and neither is stripping himself. But they are in the middle of the street. There's a time and place for everything, Sasuke!]

[sharingan]

Problem?

[ He wiggles the shirt, expectant. Its the desert, and the weather might not be at its hottest peak yet but its warm enough that many are walking around in varying states of undress. Sasuke arches an eyebrow, a mirror of Sara's own. ]