[center][img]http://i59.tinypic.com/2jaz32s.jpg[/img] [h2][color=fuchsia][b]Aoi Don Maquia[/b][/color][/h2][/center] [hr] The crew was safely uniting in Aoi's temporary headquarters to attend in her little improvised meeting for chuunins only. Daiki got a little tense over the soup while Haruka complied without adding anything else. At least they were acting like their usual selves, both being such fantastic buzzkills that it made Aoi the star of the mission. Anyway, they were united in the bedroom and Aoi felt butterflies in her tummy, butterflies coming from the feeling of actually being the center of everything as the leader. She liked it when people listened to her. "[color=fuchsia]That's DON Maquia-Sensei for this mission, Ueno-KUN![/color]" She say with sass, but the tone gave off the lack of seriousness in her words, and those who knew her would conclude that she wouldn't be the confrontational type anyway, so going against her more petty orders was not of worry. She was sitting legs crossed, on her bed as she looked at the two. She took a minute to think, Aoi wasn't too sure as to what she would discuss actually and made this meeting out of pure impulse, but she was still proud of it. While some ruckus was being made in the hall, she finally stated what she was wanting to discuss with her two colleagues. "[color=fuchsia]Okay okay! So... How do you guys feel about all this? Do we make some super fighting tactic in case mister stalker is dangerous?![/color]" She'd ask with enthusiasm going at a crescendo pace as she spoke. It was her first serious mission in a long time after all and she wanted a good report from both her colleagues and the client. As such, she actually gave a little care to being prepared, contrarily to her usual impulsive behavior. It was quite foreign to her, hence her need to pause and think for a second before saying anything. But she'd then answer to her own question to get the exchange going on. "[color=fuchsia]I personally think that this inn is creepy, 'cause it's so quiet around and yeaaaaahhh! Oh and also there's thi- Ugh Wait a sec guys.[/color]" She'd cut herself off, hearing Doto being a little too loud with his commotions to the point of having Aoi intervene like the good leader that she was. She marched out of the room, letting the two men discuss whatever if they wanted to stick around. Poking her head out of the door frame she'd glare at Doto as he had just been kicked out of Rin's room. Puffing her cheeks, she was going to scold the heck out of Doto for going in a girl's room and making a mess about it. "[color=fuchsia]DOTO! Stop messing around or you'll get a pink slip! I'm warning you I'm not afraid to use it! They call me the PinkSlippernator for a reason! Now... Huh? Hello?[/color]" As she was carried away in her little monologue about punishing Doto with a pink slip, a notice showing a lack of proper discipline or something very school-like that no one actually cared about except maybe for Genins. But she was once again cut off by the silhouette of a strange looking man. The appearance didn't bother Aoi as carnies were not really all that less creepy in general, but she did notice something strange with him beyond the questionable appearance. There were things stuck on him, string-like things all around his body similar to her Gooey Bungee but much thinner and hard to discern. However they gave off a color which made them a little more evident for her to see as she was used to optic illusions and minor details on elaborate tricks. She didn't take any chances and imposed herself in the middle of the corridor, immediately latching a Bungee on Doto's body, whether he liked it or not. She couldn't have a Genin getting hurt under her command after all! She didn't pull though, in fear of making a bad move to provoke the strange man. "[color=fuchsia]'Ey Doto, c'mere next to me real quick, my Gooey Bungee is stuck on my hand and I need your help~. And let the mister introduce himself...[/color]" She'd say out loud, for one to give a practical reason for Doto to get out of the way without waving any red flags but also to warn her comrades that something was up. This could or could not be a threatening approach, but she didn't take any chances. [hr] [center][img]http://i62.tinypic.com/riexvm.jpg[/img] [h2][color=silver][b]Fujitora Choko ; The Overseer[/b][/color][/h2][/center] [hr] The whole time Fujitora would snicker like some 9 year old who had pulled the prank of the century, making fun on her as she did give off that annoyed vibe he was looking for, but she did retort with something that played along. He'd laugh in response, being the usual sport he was when it came to jokes, whether they were direct at him or not. Wiggling his index finger at her to express his amusement and approval for what she said, he did concur on the fact that he looked abnormally silly, even for a clown. "[color=silver][b]Hahahaha, holy shit yeah I went full moron there. Now all you gotta do it make your hair darker and we'll be the masters of disguise.[/b][/color]" Unbeknownst to him, this was what she was going to do anyway, what a stroke of luck huh? As the sushi arrived, he nabbed a couple of chopsticks and went all in wolfing down whatever was at the end of the sticks. He was indeed hungry and all that work sure made him a lot more prone to having a need for delicious and filling food. His sister would of course take the opportunity to talk about what was dwelling in her mind, confiding to her brother as she often did. He'd do the same with her, though if he had a need to express something he'd ask her to the restaurant instead. She talked, and Fujitora ate. He didn't like to chatter while eating, one thing at a time was a philosophy he did like to apply when food was involved. He'd listen of course, and answer with "Uh-huh" and "M'hm", all the while understanding perfectly what she was saying. After all, no one knew them more than each other, not even their own parents. She was talking about a man, obviously, and about her ideals of things belonging to her, and them. He could put sense into it, and her way of speaking was often put in a way that even some elements were irrelevant to anything concerning her current torment. Once again, he could filter that. As she finished, he'd nod and pause for a few moments to think. "[color=silver][b]You sound a bit on edge, Aya. You may want to think things through if you want to go beyond taking care of other people's kids and taking your own step into this world. I'm sure our origin won't matter, in the end.[/b][/color]" He'd say, being a little more explicit than her, all the while not truly exposing his thoughts on it, or at least not making them obvious enough for typical bystanders to comprehend. He wasn't finished though, he had to answer her question. It seemed pretty rhetorical considering their history, but she wanted an answer and he'd give one to her as always. "[color=silver][b]Of course, Aya.[/b][/color]" He'd answer all so simply. This prompted her to immediately leave without adding a single word, which left her brother rather flabbergasted to say the least. He didn't say anything as the surprise was just astonishing to a point. Plus, he was left to pay the bill, causing a fail to bulge out of her forehead. Well, she may have won this round, but the never ending sibling feud would be his one day. "[color=silver][b]Bitch.[/b][/color]" he'd mumble under his breath as he acknowledge the bill for their little meal. At least he could finish the leftover she left, as vulgar as it seemed he didn't care too much considering the amount of respect he had gained in this village. He still had a bit of time before his break so... He'd grab a forgotten newspaper on a table recently abandoned and started to scrutinize the jokes section. "[color=silver][b]Oh wow I am way not high enough to be laughing at this.[/b][/color]" He'd tell himself as if he were batshit crazy. The jokes were evidently the lame bubblegum types he'd only spew when reaching a critical point of intoxication. Nonetheless, he was loading his brain with these atrocities for his revenge against his witch of a sister who fulfilled his black hair prophecy.