[center][img]http://i59.tinypic.com/2jaz32s.jpg[/img] [h2][color=fuchsia][b]Aoi Don Maquia[/b][/color][/h2][/center] [hr] With the kiddies out of the way, Aoi was very well ready to manhandle the origin of these threads. But before any of that, Daiki decided to offer a dose of doubt to the glorious captain of the team. As much as it made it seem like they were being casual and avoiding any form of suspicious from a possible nearby threat, she was vexed by his lack of faith in her colorful initiative. Pouting, she'd stop for a second to face him, almost as if she was putting aside her priorities to get things straight. "[color=fuchsia]Daiki... Does this face look unsure to you?[/color]" She grimaced in a pretty grotesque manner, using her elastic-like features to make a ridiculous, stern look that screamed seriousness in its purest caricature. She kept it for about a second before the chakra threads would vanish and her Bungee would be severed, causing a double reaction out of shock for the clown. Quickly turning her head to the direction of the threads, she charged in toward that general direction, applying bungee from her back to a nearby shelf to insure a safe retreat. As she neared a corner, she swiftly swooped in with her cards up in a defensive manner similar to holding a kunai. Nothing, just a backdoor exit leading directly toward an alleyway. In Aoi's mind, they were probably stretched from a much farther distance and some how the puppetmaster could see them. But she didn't think too much of it and would ready herself in order to organize her team to approach this new lead... But of course, as fate would have it, at that very moment Doto would have opened his big mouth to indicate he had found something, something much farther than the perimeter she had demanded to over watch by her comrades. She cursed under her breath since her orders were clearly disobeyed and Haruka didn't keep the kid under control... Which she couldn't really hold against him too much give it was THAT Genin. "[color=fuchsia]Let's go, Daiki.[/color]" She had ordered, her mood being a little rattled by her sudden lack of control over the situation. With Daiki's consent, she'd jump on the roof of an adjacent building connected to the alley and hopped through rooftops to keep up with Doto's trail. He was running toward a teahouse which happened to be connected to that same alley. On top of that, it had a superior floor with windows exposing it. Aoi supposed that Doto's little initiative did help in the progression of this mission, but once again he was charging in regardless of orders which didn't make anyone feel good. While the Genin entered the building, Aoi used her basic chakra abilities to glue her foot and hand on a wall next to a window. As she peered over at it, she signaled Daiki to come along and look from the opposite side. She could see what Doto could see, but the window would be located at the farthest side of the superior floor to the sitting man. Thus Doto was much closer to the man than Aoi would be, but in exchange she'd be in good position to cover him if needed while Daiki could surprise attack. "[color=fuchsia]Who is this weirdo...[/color]" She didn't ask anyone in particular, questioning what was up with this screwed up town and just what were they supposed to do with no client on the radar. She readied herself before acknowledging that the man was drinking something. That made her recall, did the Genin actually throw up the obvious trap that was the soup made by the obviously unsympathetic zombie puppets? She gulped, a little stressed as to what her reputation would be if she had two Genins dead by poison. [hr] [center][img]http://i62.tinypic.com/riexvm.jpg[/img] [h2][color=silver][b]Fujitora Choko ; The Overseer[/b][/color][/h2][/center] [hr] Driven by the hilarity of how lame or bad of taste the jokes in the daily he was reading, he didn't leave the restaurant for at least a good amount of time. The only factor that actually made him depart before hi break was over would be apparition of a Chuunin messenger who passed on a request from the Hokage to meet him at the mansion for whatever reason. Rolling his eyes, he'd start by picking up one of his trademark cigarettes and lighting up without a single ounce of hurry in his actions. Upon inhaling a nice amount of tobacco, he'd release it all in a small cloud of gray smoke. Leaving the newspaper on the table he ate on, he'd dropped a bill largely covering both their meals and leaving a generous tip to the lovely lady Minamoru. "[color=silver][b]Fucking hell, what do they want now... You can scram.[/b][/color]" He'd say with authority to the small chuunin, the young man bowing his head in respect and slight intimidation before following the order by leaving the premises. Sighing out of disbelief, Fujitora walked out of the restaurant so he could leap toward his workplace and arrive quick enough to avoid any remarks about being late on an official Hokage request. A lot of people were here despite it being generally time to eat for them. Was this meeting that important? This question would be answered when he'd enter the conference room Ayame had recently joined. The mass of participants made it very clear this was not just some random political matter they could just shrug off for the time being. Joining the Hokage's and his sister's side, he couldn't help but ask. "[color=silver][b]Zeno, what the hell?[/b][/color]" The commander appeared slightly worried as to what all of this may entail. He addressed the Hokage casually, considering him as a friend since he had been recognized skillful enough to lead the Jonin corp. They already had a Jashin problem going around along with gangs getting more and more violent in Downtown, all they needed was some new scandal that involved the Hokage's intervention. Hopefully, this would be in relation with their already existing problems and not a new crisis.