mini me ray catchall

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Shut it. [UGH!!!! HE DOESN’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THAT DISASTER.] Can you do it or not?

[selfimmolates]

I can. Where was the hidden room?

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[He takes a moment to search Ray’s face, quiet.]

The armory. It belongs to Cunning.

[selfimmolates]

... Don't tell me you two pissed him off.

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No, it wasn’t him. [Well. It may be him too by NOW.] It was two of the others.

[selfimmolates]

[sasuke (and takaomi), why. cunning was already moody enough this weekend??]

Huh. Which ones?

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[They fucked up. Sasuke Uchiha may have fucked up.]

Ambition and Disorder. They don’t know Takaomi was there, so don’t say anything.

[selfimmolates]

I won't.

... But it's not like you two were subtle about it.

[after RUNNING THROUGH THE COURTYARD HOLDING HANDS.]

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[Sasuke’s growl is low, but doesn’t seem to be for Ray. Mostly for himself.]

They surprised us is all. I know half of these idiots can’t keep their mouth shut. You at least I told.

[selfimmolates]

Oh, you having been caught off-guard was clear. Don't worry, though, I'll be discreet.

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[Ray gets a heated glare.]

Just do it. [He holds out the map.] I’m not leaving until it’s finished. I want the original. You are going to show me where you hide it.

[selfimmolates]

[why can't you copy the map yourself, sasuke]

Yeah, sure.

[he takes out a sheet of paper and a pen and who knows where the heck they are right now so he just places it on the nearest hard surface.

seems like the bit about him having photographic memory is true, since he doesn't look at the map again, instead replicating it from memory.]

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[That last part right there is exactly why SASUKE DOESN’T DO IT HIMSELF, THANKS.

He watches Ray carefully. Not exactly suspicious, but curious. Ray doesn’t have to look at the map again. Interesting. He has a similar ability, though only when he has access to the sharingan or rinnegan’s power.]

What doss the tattoo on your neck mean?

[selfimmolates]

[...]

Why do you ask?

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It’s numerical. Quantative. It isn’t low either. One, two, three. [Sasuke doesn’t sound judgmental at least.] It’s an identifier, easily seen. Like a brand.

[But Ray’s fake environment is not quite like Orochimaru’s scientific laboratory. Kinda. So Sasuke just has one conclusion so far:]

Are you a clone?

[selfimmolates]

—What?

[ray stifles a laugh.]

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[Sasuke’s face falls flat.]

A clone. A genetic copy of someone.

[selfimmolates]

I know what a clone is. I just wasn't expecting that guess.

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Then what is it for if you aren’t? You’re one of a group of something. Right?

[selfimmolates]

Yup.

[helpful.]

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[a ha a CLONE

Sasuke just gives Ray an expectant look.]

[selfimmolates]

[i can't believe sasuke fucking uchiha is the first person to get this out of him]

It's a livestock brand.

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[if ray could see the thought bubbles for sasuke. they go:

? — 🚶🏻‍♂️? — 🐄?]

You’re... [No, that thought is just fucking stupid. (ray is actually a cow)] ...food?

[selfimmolates]

[sASUKE]

Yeah. I was supposed to end up as a demon's meal.

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[Sasuke’s face... softens, but more with realization than pity or sympathy.]

A demon...? A... chakra beast?