[OPEN~] Bollocks

[corvus_corax]

Liuetenant Colonel Uchiha Shisui isn't sure what hit him, but the last thing he was staring at was the tail end of Group Captain Uchiha Itachi's Typhoon F2 (which was a pretty neat beauty, by the way) and then he had glanced down to sneak a peek at the Bermuda Triangle they were flying over. He had just joked about getting sucked into the Triangle and had been in the middle of a ghost story when this happened.

Except he doesn't know what this is.

His baby's down and she's burning, and Shisui scrambles to grab his canteen before she literally explodes.

With the explosion right behind him and just managing to escape, Shisui dives behind a rock to shield himself from the debris and choking air. And yet, amidst all this, he feels the urge to keep himself calm and sane by reaching over to his canteen and unscrewing the cap for a swig of bourbon. 

Except, you know, it's drier than the Sahara in there.

He stares down into the empty vessel and clicks his tongue, tasting soot and dirt. "...This isn't even vaguely American, but I'm thinking it's relevant. BOLLOCKS!" What's the worst that could happen, though? 

Hm. ...How about standing in unknown territory? No, really. Where was he? 

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You have made me so happy.

[youngesthokage]

The explosion had been loud enough, and close enough to his house, to lure him out to see who thought it was a good idea to practice jutsu near his part of the cliff face. The last thing he expected to see was an exploding plane and a man who was indisputably Uchiha hiding behind a rock.

The voice though! Even with the odd inflections there was no missing that voice, and he found his breath catching in absolute shock before he moved to get a better look, dressed in his typical mesh and overshirt, unlike the odd attire on the figure before him.

There was no mistake though. "Shisui?"

[counterintel]

There hadn't been many occasions that Shisui's chatter died so suddenly whilst he was in the middle of retelling an epic and didn't follow it up with a line of expletives or at least something to fill the gap. Itachi waited at least twenty seconds before reminding him that he was in the middle of something - but his radar clearly showed that he was the only one in the air.

Flying above the Bermuda Triangle.

Without questioning his sanity he barrel rolled the jet out of his current flight path, and just as he was about to radio in to Mission Control he felt the sky shudder. At least, that was how it felt. The shift in air was enough to force the Typhoon into some kind of lockdown, and when the fighter jet began to curve into a spin it was his quick reflexes that levelled the thing out.

He could see smoke, and despite the desire to apply his logic and decide that there was a high chance it was from a crash he flew toward it. The issue rested with the number of trees surrounding the area, but luckily for Itachi some thirty feet away there was an incredibly convenient clearing.

It wasn't his best landing. He couldn't say he'd ever cut down trees after touchdown, but the damage to the wing wasn't bad enough that it caused a problem. No leaking tank-- not like Shisui's plane and-- Shisui.

His eyes widened, and he pulled off his helmet, pushing open the cockpit and jumping down immediately, making his way under the body of the jet toward the area he'd seen the smoke. "Shisui!?"