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[h2][color=fuchsia][b]Aoi Don Maquia[/b][/color][/h2][/center] 

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At least almost everyone was milling in the little hangout she kept at heart all this time despite its location in Downtown. No one really seemed interested in the pictures she had brought, Takeshi even directly expressed his lack of motivation toward them, which made Aoi frown. The clown was somewhat disappointed in them, and it would get higher when accusations and arguing would take over. But one pure soul did come forward and acknowledge her little endeavor. Paneru made her smile, he did mind the smaller things that had their importance no matter the gravity of the situation. Aoi couldn't help but agree gleefully to the offers made by the effeminate boy, something that would half her conscience after the events that occurred the other night. 

But even he had to add his two cents toward Daiki's sudden burst. Aoi couldn't say she was surprised, they both didn't like each other and the fact that the redhead was able to witness the activities of the rogue ninjas while the rest were in the forest pushed Aoi to abstain any further inputs on the situation. She couldn't just downright disagree with him, even if she preferred to believe that Yamato wasn't this cold blooded killer. Then again, they were both questionable people. They both went for killing shots back at the party, and even without having really observed it in details, Aoi could guess that the presence of Daiki's sword and the ninjutsu used by Yamato demonstrated enough killing intent. Deep down, she thought it could just be both of them, even if Daiki doing it would make much sense, then again clones existed. Aoi wouldn't be smart enough to assimilate all the variables, but as a performer she had enough human contact to understand some things about her friends. She doubted them both, something that made her feel horrible inside. 

"[color=fuchsia]Do you think she could draw this?[/color]" 

She whisper to Paneru, displaying a complete lack of desire to be involved in this conversation. She also wanted him out of it, so at least he wouldn't drift away to such negativity, even if his ideas were great. She wanted to catch the bad guy, yes, but this wasn't a time for arguing. The pictured she showed was a recent class photo they took before the Chuunin exams, everyone seemed so excited for that even as smiles went all around, except maybe for Yamato. She then gave him a longing kiss on the cheek, a little gift for not just forgetting the idea right away and leave place for internal conflict. 

"[color=fuchsia]Thanks.[/color]"

She whisper before lying her head on his shoulder, still skimming through the many photos she had brought over for remembrance sake. She wasn't in her usual, happy mood that's for sure, but she didn't appear particularly depressed, just a bit out of it. It wasn't in her nature to be down for an extended period of time, let alone have a longing frown on her clown face. She had a career and a goal in mind, and she wouldn't let such obstacles crush her either. 

The subject of some religion she barely ever heard about arose. That religion, considering her long history of travels and meeting various people, the fact that she didn't know of them revealed just how obscure and obsolete that religion was to the modern world. The most she knew was that it was some crazy religion that existed until about 170 years ago and ever since has been completely irrelevant. But it appears not so much given one of her colleagues, Takeshi, had extensive knowledge about them. At least she'd learn something new, but it didn't help her understand. She just didn't have the mental capacity to figure all this out just yet. With Sentou's lovely input, Aoi pointed her index and major fingers, like a scissor formation, and released two bungees to capture two phones, giving one to Paneru and the other for herself.