.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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[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. ]

[jutsu]

[They're lessons from childhood, an exchange of kicks and transitions and blows that leave them side stepping one another with ease. If it were anyone else it might look like a dance- but he and Sasuke have always pushed each other a little too hard for something so casual. It doesn't matter how long they've been partnered- for the look on Sasuke's face, it's worth it.

The next strike sails less than a hair's breadth from Naruto's cheek, and a huff of laughter leaves him for the exchange.]

Don't worry, maybe you'll get the next one.