Two halves of a whole idiot (p, souji & dana)

Murata hadn't told Goro NOT to visit the prisoner from Suna, so that was basically as good as giving him permission, right?

He mentally applauded himself for that logic. The genin made his way towards the prison, wearing a normal layered hoodie with the Kiri symbol embroidered on the collar and knit pants that looked more suited to be pajamas than business wear. His sneakers smelled faintly of chlorine and smoke, but the most notable thing about him was his cargo. Goro was carrying a stuffed armadillo in one arm, nearly two feet big, and a clipboard with enough attached notes to make the clip stretch nearly a centimeter off the board.

He had questions about Suna- nothing sensitive, probably! But hopefully whoever was taken back to the Islands wouldn't mind taking a break from whatever politics went down to answer more pedantic trivia.

Goro was signed into the prison with an odd look by the warden. He had technically been detained here before overnight as the result of a series of lab incidents gone drastically wrong. Although he was freed in the morning by Murata, evidently, his presence was distinctive enough for a few of the guards to recognize him on sight.

He was put in an observation room overlooking the cell, safely away from any (if not most? he wasn't sure...) techniques the prisoner might try.

"Hi!" he shouted down, likely louder than he needed to. He wanted to make sure he was heard, after all. Goro opened his clipboard, setting the armadillo to his side, and asked the first question. "Are cacti really edible?"

[WC: 267]
[Total WC: 267]

Drip… Drip… Drip… 

The sound of splashing liquid in a sporadic pattern would take place within one of the cells. A peculiarly set up cell that was fit customized for someone of political importance. Bedding that was more comfortable than the norm, books and food. Water and fruit. Weights and more. This cell was fully monitored by the guards of this facility. They would watch as the prisoner took advantage of his confinement. 

His shirt off, draped over the end of his bed. His body covered in scars from the collar bone and down. The Hyuuga symbol branded into his upper left back - constant reminder that he belonged to a clan he shared no love for. His left arm covered in a tattoo that was a summoning contract. Only one name signed into it. He hung upside down as his hair dangled and sway from his head. His right eye covered by a patch and his left closed as he pulled himself up with core strength into a crunch. Hanging from a bar that was not meant to be used as a tool for working out - he was resourceful. His body covered in sweat, and it glistened from the shine of the lights. 

“Five-hundred-ninety-nine…six-hundred…” He counted to maintain tract of his efforts. He’s been at this for some time, only taking a maximum of thirty second breaks after every fifty count. His muscle cried, but he was use to such things, but he needed to build more strength while he was within this cell. There was no telling what that butler was going to try and pull after their encounter. 

His workout was then interrupted by the voice foreign to him. His right eye would gradually up as he looked around his cell, eventually looking up, well down towards the man standing over his cell with…a stuffed animal? Souji raised a single brow as he noted this. He did not speak when the man greeted him, he only gave him a slight nod before he closed his eye and went back to his crunches. The man would then ask him a question that was completely random, so much so that it made the Hyuuga fall from the bar onto his back. Shaking off the drop he would rise to his feet, rubbing the back of his head and glancing towards the man who seemed to be serious about the question he just asked. “What is it with this place? Nut job after nut job. Leave me alone, I don’t have time for your silly questions. You’re bothering me.” He answered, though his tone was not of harshness, but more so annoyance. This guy did instantly reminded him of someone, someone dear to him, so perhaps that’s why he didn’t outright tell them off like he wanted to. 

He would walk over to the bedside table where his glass of water rested and take a drink of it. He would glance back and above him to see that the man was still there with his pad still awaiting an answer from him. The boy shook his head and sighed lightly. “For Jashin sake…yes, some are. Now go away.” He said while using his left hand to usher him away like a parent to their child. 

[WC: 546]

Ever since Dana had found out about a ninja from another village being imprisoned within Kirigakure, Dana had one thought on her mind: she simply had to meet this person! After all, the white-haired Senju was nothing if not incredibly affable and approachable. Where friends could be made, by golly would Dana make them! Whether this was just in her mind or not was completely up to interpretation. Regardless, aside from making a new friend, Dana had slightly more nefarious goal: you see, she wanted... To ask the prisoner whether Suna would allow her to make business with them after this whole war was over. Dana Incorporated was but a dream at the moment, but, maybe, it'd become a reality in the distant future.

Dana had elected on a rather strange gift: an absolutely gigantic stuffed cactus with a little happy face on its front, and gigantic meant gigantic. It was like eight feet tall, and the short Senju was having to drag it along the ground to get it anywhere. It was gathering the dust and the grime off the ground, but that was an unfortunate sacrifice Dana would have to make in order to make friends and expand her business empire.

She entered through the front door of the prison facility, earning a few strange looks due to the thing she was lugging around. They were initially suspicious, but after checking it thoroughly for any hidden items and finding none they let her through, though their confused looks still brought Dana a large amount of amusement. One of the guards led her through the facility until she arrived at some kind of observation room. There was already someone there, and Dana arrived just in time to hear the prisoner say a particularly mean comment about the Kirigakure ninja that was already here. Really, who'd be mean enough to tell an obviously friendly visitor to go away?

"Oi! That's not very kind of ye!" Dana said sternly, the effect being diminished by her dragging a large fluffy cactus behind her. Dana continued to walk until she was stood to Goro's right, and she reached up a hand to give the boy a consolidating pat on the head just incase he was upset by the prisoner's comments.

"Anyway, I'm Dana Senju! It's a pleasure to meet ye!" She waved down to the prisoner, mood changing from stern to jovial instantly.

WC: 404

A hand fell on Goro's head as he let his shoulders slump awkwardly. He hadn't noticed the person approaching from behind, and as a result, his depression slump turned into an awkward flinch that had him nearly bang his head on a doorframe.

He felt like he should know the name Dana Senju, but to be fair, he also didn't know that Murata was Mizukage for like, three days. Or that her first name wasn't actually Murata, which was more distressing in his eyes.

Either way, the prisoner had technically answered his question... He scribbled down some notes onto his clipboard, shoving aside a receipt for a restaurant dating about a week ago.

"I'm Goro!..." he near shouted after a moment, realizing he hadn't actually said his name to anyone in the room. "...Anyway. Uhh..."

A pause. What else did he want to ask? He looked down at the clipboard once more, coming to the stark realization that he couldn't make out his own handwriting from a couple of days ago. Shit. That just meant he had to improvise, right? "Do you know the mineral content of your silt deposits? Do you even have those in Suna? Or do you get your water from ground wells? Does your water taste weird- like, thick? When you rub it, it sorta sticks to your fingers..." he trailed off. There wasn't a way to demonstrate at the moment, since he didn't know any ninjutsu, nor did he actually know what kind of water was available for a political prisoner.

"...Yeah," he finished lamely.

[WC: 260]
[Total WC: 527]

And here comes another one?! Souji would hear the voice before he saw her, but that wasn’t rather true, he would sense her before he even heard her. Seeing as the seal placed on him did not prevent him from detecting chakras, merely using it. This girl was dragging in what seem to be a stuffed cactus that was clearly bigger than she was. Souji…his expression was nothing short of bewildered as he watched her. She pat the other guy on the head before introducing herself to him. This in turn enticed the other guy to give his. Dana and Goro. They were a…curious duo. Both of them had a stuffed gifted as if…wait a goddam minute! Where they really bringing him gifts? The hell is wrong with these people? “Kaze…what’s with those stuffed toys?” He used the name that was established by Murata from his arrival and her picking of his brain, he still didn’t have the time to speak with the ‘other’ him. 

In that moment he would analyze the newcomer, Dana for a moment. She possessed a great deal of chakra, her chakra even held a uniqueness to it. It was overwhelming, not by it number, but by its presence. She carried something in her that Mizu also carried, but what? His left eye would then drift towards Goro. His chakra was less than her’s, if he was to take a guess…about half, yeah, half of what she was working with. Nothing particularly interesting about his chakra though. But he supposed he made up for that with his unique personality. 

Another question came from Goro. Souji blinked densely as he just couldn’t fathom this guy’s motives. Was this some sort of interrogation? If so, Souji had no clue of how to deal with it. “What?! How the hell am I suppose to know that? Why are you even still here?” He asked nastily. He was growing annoyed with these questions. He would then side eye Dana. “And what exactly do you want?” His gaze are daring, though not sinister.

[WC: 342]
[TWC: 888]

Dana watched the back-and-forth between Goro and the prisoner whose name she still didn't know with a twinge of amusement on her face. Goro seemed to possess a scattered thought process that was similar to Dana's friend - and in some ways, Dana herself - but not pushed to such cartoony extremes. He kind of reminded Dana of an excitable labrador puppy, which explained why her first reaction earlier had been to give his head a little pat. Then again, that was Dana's first reaction to a lot of people so maybe the correlation was actually minimal.

After another totally rude and unnecessary comment towards Goro, the Suna ninja turned an eye towards Dana, who would be smiling widely at him. At his question as to her intentions, Dana would lean marginally forward on the railing present between the rooms she cut an intimidating figure. Well, as much of an intimidating figure that a 5'3 girl in bright garish colours could be. Her face split into a big friendly grin as she began work on her ultimate master plan.

"What I want?" She parroted back cheekily, "Why, a new friend of course!" She heaved the cactus plushie towards her and then, using her shoulder as a pivot point, sent it careening down into the cell below her. She'd aimed it in a way that it would land on the opposite side of the cell that Souji was currently standing, but if he moved he'd likely end up clarted by a big heavy plushie. Alright, this was her grand master plan. If Souji wanted to be her friend, that'd be step one complete. The second was a bit more ambitious: moving her organ business into Sunagakure. Hopefully befriending this guy now would make that easier down the line whenever this war stuff blew over.

WC: 302
TWC: 706

Goro stayed quiet as Dana and Souji responded, tilting his head and shoulders a bit further inwards in a display of what might have been nervousness or attentiveness alike.

“I, uh. Yeah.” he swallowed. “...I want to know what things are like outside the storm wall.” And impersonal details, like soil content or foragability meant it’d be harder to get attached. Not that he’d say that aloud, of course. But he wasn’t blind to the prospect that one day he might be forced to hurt or kill someone from the areas described, and he’d rather… Not think about that, period.

He’d listen to any responses made by the Senju or the stranger alike, and after a pause, would gently slide the stuffed armadillo over the rails into the cell, noting that Dana had done something similar.

“This is an armadillo. They’re rodents native to some of the southern islands and were brought over by immigrants a few decades ago,” he explained, eyes alight with curiosity muted by previous hostility. “Do you have any like them in Sunagakure, or is it too arid to have much life?” the clipboard clicked gently as he slid a few papers around, each with contents that would likely be indecipherable to Dana through bad handwriting, esoteric scientific terms, and potential code talk alike.

“...Do you have a favorite animal?” he asked after a moment. “I’ve heard summons make good companions, but I’m not sure how different they’d be on your side of the continent. I’m guessing animals that're more suited to hot climates, but…”

[WC: 259]
[Total WC: 786]

Evidently, visiting hours had drawn to a close. Goro made his way back home.

[WC: 14]
[Total WC: 800]

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