Sasori's stained glass path in the Lounge leads those who serve the cold hearted puppet master down into the depths of Ame, where the foundations grind and burn away the rain hours upon hours away from the Heart of the Village. Here, where the irony is about as useful as a drop in the ocean, the corpses and abilities of Ame's foes are put to use in the Puppet foundry.
One small lake of water, surrounded by the ressurected constructs of all who faced the path of Sasori and his minions welcomes the travelers to the Boiler Oasis; the hottest room in Ame that makes Suna seem like an ocean resort. Like working in an active Volcano, it is not unusual for those not puppet themselves to bathe in the oasis itself, which ironically was turned into a Hot Spring for paying customers. Steam Saunas that turn like clockwork into a relaxing work environment ease up as the night rains slowly cool off the lower levels.
But, who knows? Its said that Sasori himself rarely sleeps, and if you leave the Hot Springs late enough, you can see him, surrounded by his puppets in the pale moonlight. A machine heart, to the end.
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Naruto: Life of an Akatsuki Roleplay
FanfictionIn each reality, there are a number of stories. The Naruto-verse is no different, and here is where the Akatsuki and their minions come to play! Explore the hideout as one of your favorite characters, or choose your favorite missing-nin to serve as...
