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@KonohagakureKakashi’s Character Sheet for the Bounties & Fuselage AU a.k.a Space Pirate AU

Character Name: Hatake Kakashi

Age: He cannot be sure how much time has passed since he came into existence. He can only confirm that it has been 21 Lunar Cycles since he first woke up from stasis to Tsunade-sama cursing and swatting at the buttons and levers making out the control console of the Katsuyu.

Species: Android (Model: Synth; Serial Number: #1509001)

Planet of Origin: Origins Unknown.

(Though it’s likely he was manufactured on the Desert Planet of Sunagakure, as they were the Galactic Leaders in Robotics and Artificial Intelligence. Sunagakure was also rumoured to test a new, state of the art Synth Model to assist with the inter-species War on Hoshigakure; but evidence for said rumour has yet to be produced.)

With no actual evidence, it is safe to say that he awoke within the third Atmospheric Ring of the Gambling Planet of Tanzaku-Gai and that same was now destroyed.

Characteristics/Description: Kakashi is a synthetic human made from a costly, rare and organic material to look and mimic the function of any normal human; but with complicated, internal mechanics and biocomponents to improve on the shortcomings a naturally-born being might possess. He was crafted with enough skill that the thermal scanners outside of most establishments made specifically to pick out droids, gynoids and cybernetically enhanced individuals from the ‘breathing’ sort (because some species don’t want to share a drink with an enhanced toaster)—never flares up at his presence, as Kakashi is able to emulate body temperatures.

His cold countenance; failure to pick up on simple social cues; his habit of sending an electrical current through the resident, idiot Mechanic; coupled with the fact that he has a Serial Number and Thirium running through his veins (a dark, blue fluid that circulates energy and electrical information throughout the android body) are the only tell-tales of his artificial actuality.

Occupation/Posting/Abilities: Kakashi is the PES-172 Katsuyu’s Artificial Intelligence. Programmed with all known Proxima Elemental Languages/Weapon uses and strategies. He occasionally hacks into the Galaxy Police Force’s data base for information on new bounties and often overrides information on the Katsuyu’s crew and captain from competitors and casino IOU's and black lists.

Likes: People watching, Reading, Going on Hunts/Jobs, Surveying Tsunade-sama as she spent most (if not all) of their income (it was as interesting as it was terrifying), Corellian Hounds (space puppies), Thirium packets, Star formations, hacking and collecting unusual plant samples throughout their travels.

Dislikes: Obito’s loud mouth; The Captain of the PES214 Manda (The man if he could be called that, made him uneasy); The Proxima Elemental Android Act; being compared to general, household appliances.

Affiliation: PES-172 Katsuyu (Star Ship)

Known acquaintances: Kakashi can’t recall having known anyone prior to the crew of the Katsuyu. Thus they are his only acquaintances apart from the Captain's informant, the Space Hermit Jiraiya-sama and the owner of the ramen bar, ‘The Jinchūriki’, located within Whirlpool, where they go to collect their reward monies and to restock and refuel.

[Note: This is all I could think of in tired/panic-brain mode. You guys can make up your own thingus as you go along. @senjutsunade @minaa-munch @uchihaa-itachi @Uchihaa-shisui @himekushinada @Jiraiya-Legendary-Sannin @better-than-the-basilisk @swirleysarefun @strawberry-medic @serpent-spurned

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Bloodied Hands || AU~Assassins ; Rin

A pull of the trigger to the man's head was all it took; blood splattered over the walls, creating intricate patterns as it dripped down. The brunette gave a tut at the mess, growling as she stowed away the small hand gun into it's rightful place - the holster tied to her leg, hidden by the long silken material of her expensive black dress. Her heel came in contact as she kicked the corpse, looking at the man's dead face in disgust while watching his body fall back onto the floor with a broken crumple. It hadn't been an easy fight, for the man had an honest struggle. But none the less, she had gotten away with a few scratches, and a rather deep cut along side her slim waist. Mei could only hope that her beloved housemate would pass her free from stitches.

They honestly stopped the modeling jobs from coming in. But then again, whats not to like about a woman who gives off an appeal of dangerously attractive?

The brunette grinned as she tore a scrap of material from the dead man's body, tying it securely around her in the hopes of stopping the blood. Looking around the room, she gave a mysterious smirk, promptly jumping out of the room leaving no trace of her presence within the vicinity.

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"Rin!" 

Silence.

But Mei wasn't surprised. It was well into the night, and the girl was most probably downstairs, or out getting supplies. She half staggered into the living room, wincing as she sat down, throwing away the blood soaked cloth.

Useless men and their useless expensive clothes...

She pressed her petite hand against the wound, closing her eyes for a brief moment to enjoy the pitter patter of the rain drops splashing against their windows.

Oh how dangerous their lives had become, the woman smirked as her eyes fell on a seemingly innocent childhood picture of the pair.

Deliciously dangerous. It excited her to no end.

Labored pants filled the room as she continued to wait... - her precious medic shouldn't be too far.

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A little help? ~ Rin

Mei paced around her living room in an obvious frantic state. She was confused, and there wasn't many that she felt comfortable confiding in. Actually, the only person that she normally did confide to, was part of the problem. Frowning, she picked up her mobile, pressing a familiar number before hovering her thumb over the dial button. Scowling at her indecisiveness, she cleared the numbers, throwing it down onto the couch. Settling herself onto a worn patch of the carpet beneath her feet, she curled up and hugged her knees. A lot had happened lately, and her usual, loyal and loving self seemed to be having trouble in deciding who exactly to stay loyal to. That kiss with Sasuke... The night spent with Utakata... Madara's reconfession... It was all too much for her to make conclusions - and with the yearly exams coming up and the piles of papers that she had to both write and correct, she really couldn't afford to have her own personal problems interfere with work. Lifting her head up from the palms of her hand, she stared at her phone on the couch, cursing it as if it was all its fault. Sighing heavily, she knew one more person that she could whole heartedly trust and to talk about regarding her current situation. Crawling back over, she grabbed the slim piece of technology and scrolled through her contacts until it reached the alphabet, R. Rin... She hadn't spoken to the woman for a long time, but the both of them were surely close, no doubt. Mei sighed heavily before dialing the number while drumming her fingers on the floor beneath her as she listened to the dialing tone.

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The awkward moment when I barely talk to Hidan and for some reason he's before my boyfriend ;-; The other awkward moment when Desi and Katie are on there twice.

[konohagakurekakashi]

With half-lidded hues still glued to the pale blue robes of his least favourite Quidditch team, Kakashi heard rather than saw the approach of another body. The paces against polished stone was hesitant; halting every now and then as if its owner was not at all certain of its destination. If not ‘uncertainty’ then Kakashi was willing to bet most of his Wizarding Card's Collection that it was ‘veneration’, as this particular part of the corridor’s ceiling was enchanted to reflect a turbulent sky—even if the sun has yet to fully retract its ray’s beyond the green peaks of the Forbidden Forest.

At first Kakashi believed that the footsteps would meander passed his hiding nook, the witch or wizard to whom the steps belonged having looked their full of the heavy, grey clouds above and intent to continue on to either the Hospital Wing, the Armoury and/or Trophy room or Merlin forbid, to gawk at the ugly, stone head of the muttering, medieval wizard. The only other rooms on the Third Floor were an office, now to be used by their new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor (the one whose name the silver-haired boy could not quite recall, but whom made his father scowl, as much as Hatake Sakumo could scowl at least) and the Advanced Charms Classroom from whence Kakashi came but a few hours prior.

His group had long since made their way down to supper, so Kakashi doubted that a classmate would come looking for a misplaced textbook now, leaving the erstwhile options for the boy to ponder over. To the Hatake’s surprise however, the footfalls didn’t pass his hunched form and recede, but stopped rather, right in the shadow of Room 1408. The sudden hush that settled over the corridor again caused his pale fingers to twitch against Spella Weekly’s pages, yet he didn’t lift his gaze from its questions (even as the ink started to blur together). There was no way that the new arrival could be the one that Kakashi was waiting for, not with his/her slow, tentative gait, but the Ravenclaw would be remiss to say that he wasn’t just the tiniest bit relieved that he wasn’t the only one whose personal space was invaded.

Other invitations were sent out. Other invitations were received. But then, that still left the questions of ‘who’ and ‘why’. Kakashi honestly hoped that he didn’t unwittingly drag himself to another one of those ‘blood-purist propaganda clicks’, as those happened quite frequently during the final term of his second year, with gratitude to the on-going tensions within the Ministry of Magic itself. Sucking in a steady breath through his nose, Kakashi finally dragged his lids from the Appleby Arrow’s quiz to take in the other within the corridor, brow pinching once he locked gazes with what could only be an Uchiha.

If the black hair and onyx eyes weren’t a tell-tale of the boy’s kin, the green and silver signifying his Hogwarts House certainly was. It wasn’t an Uchiha that Kakashi was familiar with, or glimpsed regularly within the halls—which meant that said Slytherin was but a First Year; cue a low hum in understanding of the boy’s previously hesitant steps. Poor kid was probably lost.

It would also provide a reason for the heated glower currently crumpling the boy’s features, seeing as that idiot Obito Uchiha was known to get grouchy (and even more deafening) whenever he got lost or hungry (and yes, Kakashi had it on good authority that even after two whole years and counting, Obito still got lost on the regular).

Hitherto Kakashi took pity on the First Year, lips thinning behind his mask as he raised his magazine to point in the general direction of the winding staircase. “That way…” was all he uttered while kicking his legs out from under him to rest on-top of his book-bag. When the boy didn’t leave right away, or move at all for that matter, Kakashi rewarded the Uchiha with another long assessing look, afore adding. “…You’re lost, yes? The Great Hall is that way; if you hurry you could still snatch up a cauldron cake.”

@senjutsunade @uchihaa-itachi @Uchihaa-shisui @himekushinada @Jiraiya-Legendary-Sannin @minaa-munch @better-than-the-basilisk @swirleysarefun @strawberry-medic

Mãjutsu AU-verse, closed starter 🍂

Thin rays of late-afternoon sunlight trickled in through the windows adjunct to the staircase, warming the pages of Spella Weekly that was draped across the boy’s knees. Grey hues dragged along the pages in a languid fashion, but did not take any note of the moving images or neat paragraphs. It was the same magazine that he paged through that morning at breakfast and all throughout their morning classes; with intrepid headlines such as ‘Britain’s Best Dressed Wizard’ and ‘126 delightful knitting patterns!’ serving as his chosen safeguard against answering questions or humouring attempts at conversation by his peers. It was a tactic that Kakashi perfected at the beginning of his second year at Hogwarts, most of his galleons now tied-up in subscriptions for all of the known (as well as a few lesser known) weeklies.

With his nose constantly obscured, Kakashi found that it was easier to ignore and be ignored. The glossy covers allowing him a faux sense of control; if only over whom he deemed worthy of a response and what salty snack he could sneak passed his teeth. There were a select few who seemed immune to the Ravenclaw’s bold captions (his Transfigurations’ Professor and that irksome Gryffindor with the bowl-cut to name a few) but as Merlin would have it, the insusceptible were few and far in-between….or so the Ravenclaw thought. Shifting in his perch upon the stairs, Kakashi’s lidded gaze altered from ‘Six sure steps to capture a Wizard’s Heart’ to inspect the crumpled piece of parchment currently serving as a bookmark, an accusing frown crumpling the boy’s brow.

The note found its way into his Potions Text-book during second period; a sly slip of paper nestled comfortably between Doxycide and the ingredients for the Wideye Potion. It wasn’t in any cursive that Kakashi was familiar with and the wizard had no inkling how it got there, since he only ever strayed mentally (not physically) from his desk. More confusing still was that the note bore no return details for the writer. It was a half-assed invitation really, a very strange, half-assed invitation, indicating only a time and place.-

‘Favoured Student,

You have been selected to form a part of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’s most elite, a group with the core intent to cultivate the most promising and talented minds to better abet the Wizarding World and our honoured Ministry of Magic.

Saplings are better bent in the right direction when young.

Meet within room 1408 on the third floor, straight after supper.

All selected students will be required to show their invitations in order to be granted entry into Root.’

‘Root, huh?’ The boy rubbed a thumb across the ink, much like one would a genie lamp, but the answers were diffident in making their appearance; causing Kakashi to shift once more and exhale a sigh. It was a few hours to supper still, yet the Ravenclaw found himself hunched across the locked door and had been since his class was released from Advanced Charms. To his knowledge room 1408 was nothing but an abandoned storage space, a big closet for Homura Mitokado’s self-made, cat mittens and collectables. Kakashi hoped that if he stayed long enough, that he could glimpse the sender of the note, perhaps even gather what the group was really about and then maybe (just maybe) he wouldn’t have to show up and interact with the sender at all.

So far the boy’s plan seemed to be a bust however, lips thinning as he casted a slow, doleful stare at both his bookmark and the rusty lock of Room 1408. The waning rays of sunlight coloured his reading material a burnt orange and served as a reminder that he already missed lunch because of some unknown daring to enter his personal space (his textbook’s personal space! ) if he stayed and missed dinner then his father would undoubtedly do something embarrassing to mark the occasion. Still Kakashi didn’t move from his spot pressed against the stairwell, the passing thought merrily urging the boy to finally turn a page with the roll of his shoulder and the flick of his wrist, the words  ‘Which Appleby Arrows player are you meant to marry?’ greeting his gaze in stark, gold Calibri. @senjutsunade @uchihaa-itachi @minaa-munch @himekushinada

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//SORRY I WAS GONE AGAIN was overseas for my cousin's wedding

Mainly goes for Jade, Michelle and Hannah.

BUT I DID SOMETHING USEFUL

I GOT JADE TO COME BACK :DDDD

y'know. Rin? C:

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-le gasp- Oh Taka~~ <3

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//Fuck yea. I honestly think this is the first time Gaara is first. Mission complete.

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strawberrymedic replied to your post: //Stop being DEAD dash!

what about the people who just woke up? I finally got a decent night sleep after being up for like 35 hours

Yeesh! Why are you staying up so long?!

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suigetsu replied?

yup yup

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whaihellothar I was going to comment on your project thingy But I don't get it o.o

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strawberrymedic replied to your post: //Who wants to read my story about Itachi stealing Gaara's cookies?

sure

Michelle Beaupre Mr. Johnson Freshmen English 9 February 2012 The Cookie Thief.     It was a Friday afternoon, and classes had just gotten out. A boy whose hair was the color of strawberries and was too short for his age lazily dragged his feet down the hall. Looking forward to eating the freshly-baked cookies that were resting on his counter, he picked up his pace and quickly entered his room. To his horror, he opened the door to find no cookies waiting for him! His mood quickly became somber, and he yelled out for his brother, Kankuro, in vociferous voice, “Kankuro! Who took my cookies?!” Kankuro just walked by, shrugging at him before leaving the room. Starting to destroy the room in a panic to find his cookies, he left the room in a huff, trying to find the culprit who made this reprehensible deed. Running into Itachi on the way, he saw the man eating a cookie. Walking over to him, he glared at him, feeling animosity towards the man. “What do you think you’re doing?” He questioned, snatching the cookie from him in a brash way. “Those are my cookies that I have consecrated for so long!”  Gaara pulled his arm back, and threw a ‘sissy’ punch at the man, who didn’t even flinch. “Why do you abhor me? You can buy more cookies you know.” Gaara stared at him, shocked at what he just heard. “No!” He stomped his foot on the ground. “Only freshly-made chocolate chip cookies are compatible with my taste buds!” With that, he turned around and walked away from the man, in a worse mood than before. He opened his door and walked into the chaos that was now his room. A few minutes later, a knock was heard on his door. He walked over and opened the door, surprised to see Itachi standing there with a plate full of cookies in his hand. Figuring it was an indemnity for the cookies that had been taken, he exulted in joy, taking the cookies from his hands and slamming the door in Itachi’s face. He curled up in his corner, and ate the freshly-baked cookies made by Itachi. The end~

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strawberrymedic replied to your post: //Hello people. I have returned B||| Who do I have...

psssh you should reply to our rp.

Do you want me to put it in read more ._.

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just use wolframalpha

I'm going to pretend to know what that is

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