[center][color=0F1230][h3][b]Seijo Tametomo[/b][/h3]
„[i]Lady Commander Tametomo[/i]”
Red Sage[/color]
[@GrafRoy Zeppeli]

[img]http://s17.postimg.org/ayvqs20m7/Souji.png[/img]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFzUTKsrbN8]宏光 上妻[/url][/center]
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Seijo walked straight into her personal room, beginning to lay out her pouches, kunai, explosive tags and other items. Mostly she had expended a few shuriken today while fighting that one jonin. Despite what they had said to eachother in attempts to hurt eachother, she had been impressed with the young jonin. If they hadn't been on opposing sides.. Well, now wasn't the time to think about that. Especially after she had just ordered that one mission.. Katsuko better succeed at it. She refilled her shurikens and put everything back in their pouches, before laying them on a table. 

She raised her arm, scratched her head for a moment thinking on what to do. [i]Would it be bad to eat with the rest?[/i] she thought to herself. She was the commander, surely she was supposed to be treated with respect, and was on a higher scale than the rest in regards to hierarchy. So, maybe not eat in the mess hall.. [i]but I'm starving.[/i] Fine, eat in the mess hall. She grabbed the white cloak she wore almost all the times and put it on, fastening it with the purple sash, before heading out. She wanted to look presentable at least. For a small meeting like before that wasn't required as much, but now more people could see her, it'd be more important to be presentable.

She walked through the hallway, glancing at Arima, Naomi and Aro as she passed by them. They seemed to be heading to the messhall as well, but Seijo was walking a bit faster. Probably because, unlike Arima, she wasn't trying to put the moves on Naomi, unlocking full mental capacity to focus on other things, such as walking. A grin appeared on her face, not hidden and in full sight, however. She thought back of her first shinobi love. Not that this was Arima's first.. not by a long shot, she imagined. But the way he tried to put the moves on her made it sound like it was. [i]Red dress[/i].. how cute. She passed by quickly, heading into the mess hall and walking past the kitchen area. She grabbed some food, nothing special, just some rice and stew. 

After going through the motions, she had to look for a spot. Luckily there was Anzai - a man she wasn't entirely familiar with. She just knew he was blind. An interesting person, but a strange shinobi. No, not just a strange shinobi, a strange man all together. Her footsteps approached rapidly, allowing Anzai to hear her characteristic approach, authoritarian and powerful, long before she entered his 'zone' where he could see. Once she'd reached him she'd simply sit down, putting her tray down and tapping on the table a few times. [color=0F1230][i]“I'm here.”[/i][/color] she said, grinning at herself. She knew damn well he wasn't 100% blind, after all she'd tested him personally when he tried to join the Red Sages. She'd figured out quickly enough that he was useless if you stayed out of his zone - but nobody would know that on the Confederate side. [color=0F1230][i]“Do you need me to help you eat?”[/i][/color] she said, trying her best to not laugh. Her voice couldn't hide that, deep inside, she was simply having a laugh with herself at the expense of the man. Once she was done having a good time, she started eating and didn't talk much anymore until she was finished.

[color=0F1230][i]“Look, we need to have a talk about the mission.”[/i][/color] her voice finally rang again, as she finished eating her stew and rice. She shoved the tray slightly forwards and leaned on the table, exposing her bussom a bit. [color=0F1230][i]“While I don't particularly care if the other missions fail or succeed, ours has to succeed. I want that Gunbai. It'll be key to an upcoming mission. I need you to be on your best tomorrow, or else I'll find a way to extradite you and all others that fail me to the Confederation. Is that understood, Anzai?”[/i][/color] Her demeanor changed entirely now, being much more serious. She didn't have much else to do - and if she went back, she'd have to do paperwork, so she decided to stick around for now and see what else would happen.

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[center][color=gray][h3][b]Higōhō Hyuga[/b][/h3]
„[i]Bastard[/i]”
Hamajō Confederation[/color]
[@tex] [@nero]

[img]http://s18.postimg.org/c7c7yjdeh/Hyuga.png[/img][/center]
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Higoho was standing around some more, noticing that Tetsuba was glaring at him slightly before the boy looked away again. [i]Ksu..[/i] bastard. Higoho hadn't even spoken to him but the guy already annoyed him. Any motivation he might've had to talk to the guy was gone in an instant, and Higoho couldn't help but bore his eyes into the back of Tetsuba's head. He stood like that for a moment, watching Tetsuba. Even if Tetsuba looked back at Higoho again, Higoho wouldn't look away. He'd like it very much if Tetsuba knew that Higoho had seen him glare, and was returning the favour. However after some time his attention waned, not finding any interest in the boy anymore. Nearby he spotted Kaori sitting, and she hadn't gotten on Higoho's nerves as much. Probably the only one that hadn't in all honesty.

Higoho decided to have a talk with her, or rather see what she'd have to say. On his way towards her, Setsuko had appeared. He looked her dead in the eye as he walked past, not forgetting nor forgiving her for what she'd said to him. Even if it wasn't that bad, she'd hurt his ego, and there was no way he'd forget that so quickly. As he walked past her, his shoulder brushed against hers, a testament that he wasn't going to move away for [i]her.[/i] He should've pummeled her when she decided to speak out against him, but the only thing that had saved her from that was the fact that they were family. In Higoho's mind, anyway, it was likely she saw it otherwise.

He turned a corner and dove into the rows of tabels and chairs, walking past in front of Tetsuba and arriving near Kaori. He grabbed an empty seat next to her, and then sat down, kicking his feet onto the table in front of himself and Kaori leisurely. He seemed largely unbothered by the entire '[i]we're at war thing[/i]' as that probably meant that he got to prove himself - to Yakoul, to the Hyuga.. and it also meant that he could show everyone he was better than them - Setsuko, Zetsuba, Kaori.. all of them were worse than him he found. Now to show him. [color=gray][i]“Hey, Uchiha,”[/i][/color] he'd say. He had never caught her first name after all and it was relatively clear she was an Uchiha, or else she'd stolen some eyes. Both were equally impressive, he figured. It was either being a part of the clan that spawned the great Madara Uchiha, destroyer of the world and super-bad guy, or stealing eyes from the clan that was renowned for being strong. Whichever of the two, they were equally bad. It's just that being a part of the Uchiha clan was less prestigious now, as they've fallen low ever since Madara and Obito tried the whole 'lets destroy the world' thing. 

[color=gray][i]“How'd you like the speech? Must be nice, not having to fight. You were almost dead in that battle, do you know that? You got lucky I was there.”[/i][/color] he said, sounding very sure of himself. Normally, anyone would've seen it as a bit of a joke, but with Higoho it was [i]very, very[/i] clear he wasn't joking. Not at all. And who could blame him.. he was right. Kaori was very close to death in that battle with the red wearing guy. [color=gray][i]“Maybe you should come train with the Hyuga once. Maybe we can teach you not to fall for easy traps. And I'm sure I can find some people who are interested to test their skill against a Sharingan..”[/i][/color] 

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[center][color=firebrick][h3][b]Yamato Minamoru[/b][/h3]
„[i]Phoenix-touched[/i]”
Hamajō Confederation[/color]
[@l0ck0n] [@FallenTrinity] [@Lost in my Mind]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObA2QSG76_g]Yuudachi[/url]

[img]http://i68.tinypic.com/292viaa.png[/img][/center]
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Yamato had left his backpack behind in his room, and had actually.. dressed up for the occasion. He was wearing a grey sweater with a [url=http://pre01.deviantart.net/0dbe/th/pre/i/2012/226/3/b/shinobi_armor__3_by_mace_x-d5b4370.jpg]piece of black shinobi armor[/url] over it. Normally this wasn't worn, but since he was a recent arrival and an important figure when it came to the Hamajo military, he was expected to wear it atleast on this public occasion. On the armour piece, the logo of the Hamajo confederation was painted, indicating his allegiance to the confederation. Underneath it he had simple grey pants, tucked neatly into his combat boots. 

Throughout the 'speech' if you could call it that, Yamato was sitting next to Aoi, his 'faithful companion' when it came to bussiness for the Confederation. Despite not officially being a team, they were usually seen together for work, which included a great many things. However unlike Aoi, Yamato wasn't taking notes, instead simply looking into the large hall and scanning the faces of those present. He didn't recognise many of them. Chokurou, whose uncle Yamato was familiar with, was in the back. In the crowd Yamato also noticed a familiar face. Perhaps [i]too[/i] familiar. Aoi's ex lover, Akio Tendou. 

While Aoi was professional - [i]and perhaps caring enough[/i] - to not bring up Yamato's past, or his father and clan, too much.. Akio Tendou would likely not have that same restraint. Yamato was uninterested in the whole affair between Akio and Aoi, so he'd never pondered on it too long, but it was clear that Aoi definetely was in a better place than Akio at this point. Aoi was the shining star of the Hamajo Confederation, everyone knew her, young shinobi fell in love with her and she was on air almost around the clock in every large district in Amegakure and other cities. [i]And then there was Akio.[/i] He couldn't help but find it funny. The girl he expected the least of, Aoi, had proven to be more than valuable. And Akio, who had always been more serious, better and, well, stronger than Aoi in the eyes of everyone else.. was a drunken, unprofessional tool. 

[i]Fate was a strange, strange experience.[/i]

He scanned around the hall some more, but didn't really find anything or anyone of great importance. As soon as Yakoul was done with her little tirade, Yamato got up for that reason. He turned to Aoi, letting her know that he'd be back soon. [color=firebrick][i]“I'll meet up with you later to discuss our goals. For now, I want to inspect the shinobi.”[/i][/color] he said, before turning and walking down the center of the stage, not bothering to go around. He stepped down and walked down the main passage in the center, passing everyone by. Some people went out of the way for him, others stepped aside and bowed slightly - those who were unfamiliar with him would be sure to know that he was atleast of grave importance. While Aoi always got recognized, given her face was on the wall of every city, Yamato preferred to stay in the background. He was a military advisor of the Hamajo confederation, and visited almost every village in the Confederation every year to inspect their combat capabilities. Because of that, he was well known amongst the shinobi, atleast the higher ranks. 

As he walked past the people in the passage in the center, he looked left and right inspecting some of the shinobi. Most seemed capable. Not above the average, that's for sure. But capable to kill atleast one Red Sage before they kicked the bin. That's all they had to do - kill 1 Red Sage, then die. If they could all do that, the war was won already. Ever Red Sage dead above that initial one, that was just a bonus. 

Then, he passed by Akio, walking swiftly as he always did. His eyes shifted towards her, looking her into the eyes to see if she responded in the same way. He didn't greet her, or say anything, he simply walked past. He had no intent to talk to her right now, and Akio likely didn't feel like conversing either. 

Finally he reached his destination - the back of the hall, where he'd spotted several shinobi standing together. He approached them, Chokurou, Setsuko and Masato. [color=firebrick][i]“Chokurou.”[/i][/color] he said, nodding his head at the man. The only reason he knew him was because his uncle was familiar with Yamato, and Konohagakure was not big enough for shinobi not to know eachother. Yamato quickly glanced at the rest of the people in the small conversation circle, inspecting their uniforms and such. [color=firebrick][i]“You.”[/i][/color] he said, looking at Setsuko with a deadly glare. His eyes locked with hers if she'd allow it, and he got a dirty feeling looking into her eyes. It was clear that she was Hyuga - the colour of her eyes betrayed it. 

[i]Those with kekkei genkai are cursed,[/i] he thought to himself as he looked at her ears, specifically her earrings. [color=firebrick][i]“It's bad enough that you're cursed.”[/i][/color] he then told her, not indicating what he meant with that. He wasn't about to explain in this busy hall, either. [color=firebrick][i]“But you're violating uniform regulations. Take off those earrings.”[/i][/color] he said, locking eyes with her again. [i]Filthy kekkei genkai.[/i] They ought to be exterminated so the world may know peace. His eyes shifted over the group now, looking at the three individuals. [color=firebrick][i]“I hope you know you're doing the Confederation a great service...”[/i][/color] [i]Even that cursed girl..[/i] [color=firebrick][i]“... and the president is proud of you all.”[/i][/color] [i]Yes. The president..[/i]

[color=firebrick][i]“We're happy to see you survived this treacherous attack. The Red Sages will be terminated. I can assure you that. Peace will return to the Hamajo Confederation.”[/i][/color] he then added, before nodding in the general direction of those in the group. [color=firebrick][i]“That's all. Return to your duties at once.”[/i][/color] he said authoritatively, with a voice both ringing with strength as well as a hint of a threat. 

Yamato turned around again and proceeded to take the time to inspect the shinobi that didn't leave the hall already. After some time, he too would dissapear as he headed towards the Sunagakure political center, where he'd been given accommodation in the form of a luxurious room with a nice view over the city - desert, spread far and wide, laid beyond that. There were better places to spend your day.