[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/aFoHGUO.png?1[/img] [b][color=004b80][h2]Arima Shuu - Tametomo[/h2] [Sub]The Red Sages[/sub][/color] The Auction House[/b] [@Nero][@Hillan][/center] [hr] While enjoying the many delicacies offered within the auction house's lobby room that served more as a bal room than anything else, Arima monitored the various suits overlooking the whole scene. He could easily identify most of the security force, but there were clearly concealed ones monitoring just as much as he was. As such, he had to be rather slick about his whole approach. He'd enter idle conversations with other participants of the event, sharing a glass of white wine while on the side getting some voluptuous foie gras to go with it. Though Arima had never lived like an elite, adapting and keeping up appearances was his thing, allowing him to easily blend in. Naomi had since then left and was burning away minutes. Even though there was no clear indication whether she was going through smoothly with the plan or not, the leader of the squad started to feel anxious. The more he studied the area, the more he noticed there was a lot of security, and that's not even considering the evident reinforcements if they were forced to use the explosives. Whether a miracle or a curse, his torment would meet an end when he'd notice a very familiar suit and smell of cigarettes in the area. Added to that the scarlet hair, Aro was quickly distinguished by Arima. Panicked, this was evidently not part of the plan, who was standing guard outside? This guy was trouble, and Arima knew it from the start. While it wouldn't be enough to accuse him as a traitor, he'd clearly be a threat if this was his way of taking the initiative. If this place wasn't so crowded, the Tametomo would have a hell of an explanation with the Sarutobi. It would be thanks to Naomi's voice that Arima had calmed down a bit and focused on the objective despite the impromptu change of plans from the newcomer. Of course, he couldn't speak through the commlink, but he would swiftly press his finger behind his ear, pretending to scratch it, in order to make the piece of equipment simulate a couple of beeps. This was the signal for Naomi to proceed a they barely had two minutes left. To stay natural a little longer before everything would go to shit, Arima approached a waiter, asking for one of those delicious baba au rhum, anticipating the explosion to mess with the lightning and cause immediate panic. His position was tactical of course, as he neared the bathrooms himself and if the ventilation plans were correct, he could evacuate safely and regroup with Naomi given that she'd escape as well. Aro on the other hand, he was on his own if he was going to improvise like this. [hr] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/XrYa8Ud.png[/img] [b][color=f26522][h2]Yakoul Kakariko[/h2] The Confederation's General of Armed Forces[/color] The VERY Relaxing Spa[/b] [@GrafRoy Zeppeli][@KenyeIsMyLife] [hr] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUyqvUG0ypA]Relaxation Domain[/url][/center] Like music to its ears, Yakoul acknowledged Tanji's answer fully and was actually impressed that he wasn't so far from the truth. Though the deal was that he was to find exactly what it was, or at least have mostly truths in them. A long silence reigned, which would make Kanata's rude comments all the more louder for the general to consider in its punishment. Initially Kanata wasn't going to get anything physical today, but she just had to push it. Stopping in the middle of the paved road, the feline turned its head slightly to peer over at the duo, the malice being almost visible from their perspective. Oh and, it was very much offended, Kanata. "[color=f26522]Holy fuck, that's ... Actually pretty cool Tenga, I better write that on my shiteater resume. But, unfortunately for your scrawny ass, you're pretty fucking wrong. I'll make it lighter, because there is some truth to it.[/color]" It at least gave the illusionist shinobi that much before its tail swayed at a suspiciously quick pace. Before Tenji would know it, he'd feel the soft fur of the tail's end pushing the back of his skull forward without actually hitting him. The strength and speed invested in the strike however would throw the guy's face directly at the concrete he was standing on. At the worst, he'd get a pretty bruised up cheek and bleeding lips, though he'd feel this for at least a week. And Yakoul was going soft there. The animal wasn't done however, as the tail quickly whipped itself diagonally upwards to slap Kanata as it did yesterday, sending her a meter off her feet and down toward an artificial pond next to the walkway. The slap wasn't strong, but would be mostly designed to get the girl into that mass of water. They were both punished, and the general was satisfied. "[color=f26522]You too, you should learn to shut the fuck up sometimes.[/color]" The scene was done, Yakoul had its fun, now they'd have to get down to business. Passing by the two women who greeted them from afar, the feline waved them away as it headed for the VIP room it seemed to be accustomed to. The room was a large, Japanese-style hotel room, sans the cramped storage element, with sliding doors. The two were welcomed to join the beast and enjoy the cleanliness and quality of the room. Nepotism pays after all. Without saying a word, Yakoul would vanish into a connected room, only to come out a mere second later with a white bathrobe on. The two would have noticed that the place was a hot springs paradise, with many different 'floors' climbing the mountain that was once a volcano. Many rooms surrounded the main building they entered and resided in, but multiple small villas next to larger springs were illuminated. The shadows of the clients [i]enjoying[/i] both male and female company were purposely visible to add to the mood of customers seeking the most delightful of experiences. Most workers were women however, wearing beautiful kimonos and either patrolling the whole spa or just serving as house maids. "[color=f26522]If you lot wanna get butt naked or just comfy, by my motherfucking guest. We fucked around, now we discuss business. Gozoboro is probably getting informed that I'm around so he won't waste time gathering assholes for protection and addressing us directly.[/color]" The creature sat down on one of the cushions set before a small table with sake already served in them as if they were already expecting Yakoul and its colleagues. It chugged the small cup before resting it left elbow the table and use its hand as support for its chin. "[color=f26522]I want your prognosis of the area. Tunja, how many cunts will be an issue once we get volatile? Kanata, got anything to monitor assholes that may be eavesdropping. I can't tell you how much I fucking hate peeping Toms. In any case, you both know your roles when the fat fuck gets in reach in and shit hits the fan, right?[/color]"