[center][img]http://i62.tinypic.com/riexvm.jpg[/img] [h2][color=silver][b]Fujitora Choko ; The Overseer[/b][/color][/h2][/center] [hr] They all seemed enthusiastic, well almost, Paneru didn't manifest the courage the two more masculine looking individuals of the bunch. Then again calling Jaakuna masculine was already an exaggeration. He lifted the idea that if they were all hurt during the the combat rounds, they would have trouble dealing if emergencies, but then again if they didn't fight in the ring they'd lose all chances in getting the scroll as it would quickly disappear in the hands on a ridiculously rich bidder. Fujitora didn't consider this alternative however, hence his decision to bring along one of the only medical Chuunin available at this current time. This would mean Paneru would be rarely solicited as a combatant, unless something would occur making him crucial in a fight. "[color=silver][b]You bring up a good point. Yagyu, you will not fight unless I give special orders to. You'll be our medic between rounds.[/b][/color]" He'd answer the feminine boy's question entirely, giving him instructions as to what his role was going to be during this operation. He'd have a chance to improve his medicine, something that was quite lacking these days in the armed forces. Something however bothered Fujitora about them, especially the two not so usual looking of the bunch. Noticing how they'd get more attention than needed with these two appearing the way they did, the commander would stretch his arms up high before resuming the orders he'd give to his subordinates. "[color=silver][b]Alright, Yagyu and Hideyoshi Jr., lose all the kimono, makeup, groomed hair and nail polish. It makes you look like women or weird social cases in reality TV. Even girls in this ring look extremely neutral. You'll do the same, look more masculine or neutral. I don't want rapists to gang up on you and doing what they do best and leave your bodies wasted to the point of serving you on a silver platter to the convicted murderers running about down there.[/b][/color]" He'd say as if it was a casual thing, keeping his serious and stern demeanor during his entire exposition. Waving the chuunin to get up, he'd commence his leisurely stroll out of the park, heading to the broken sidewalks of the Downtown streets. His body language indicated that his young colleagues were to follow him since he was the only one around to actually know where to go. As he walked, he continued his set of warnings to make sure the group was ready to face the horrors that they'd have to confront, all the while leaving time for the kiddies to change their look real quick. "[color=silver][b]I won't be able to intervene during fights as it is caged. I could break in, and so could you. But that would cause a mutiny, and I'd rather sacrifice one of you than compromise this mission. I hope you understand. Also, Maru. You are not allowed to use your crystals, unless you want to get drugged by the nearest assassin and sold to the highest bidding counterfeiter of diamonds as a production slave for the rest of your life. This goes for all of you, minimal showcasing of your abilities until I say otherwise. If you have to use them, make it discreet and hard to notice.[/b][/color]" He exposed the terms they'd inevitably have to agree with in order to proceed. This wasn't going to be a cakewalk like the Jashin incident where they could go wild, any wrong move could get the killed behind the scenes, hence why they had to look as plain as possible to avoid any unwanted attention from the various fuck ups roaming the area. Giving them time to process the information and possibly come up with questions to ask him, he took a nice long five minutes of crossing roads and walking by wasted buildings, typical of Downtown, before stopped in front of the backdoor of what seemed to be a gay bar. Anyone who watched an action or cop movie would know that this was likely hiding something much bigger in the basement or something. Before he'd knock to the steel door to alert the guard, he'd turn to his team and ask them one last question. "[color=silver][b]So, are you guys still up for it?[/b][/color]" [hr] [center][img]http://i59.tinypic.com/2jaz32s.jpg[/img] [h2][color=fuchsia][b]Aoi Don Maquia[/b][/color][/h2][/center] [hr] Oh Yamato was flared up now, not that she wasn't anticipating it or anything, but he touching her like that was a first. They all knew he had a problem in his head but to be that aggressive over fun and games was ridiculous. Aoi wasn't giggling anymore when he shoved her and later grabbed her so her could go on a monologue on how she was a failure. Evidently, it didn't reach her as he lied about half of it, especially the part about accusations. He seemed to take for granted those who didn't actually side against him, or at least those who didn't downright base their opinions out of assumptions. He was however being dishonest about not trying to kill his innocent comrades when enraged. She kind of understood why someone of his talent was only Chuunin at his age the more she listened to him. Instead of arguing, something she was poor at, she looked away slightly. She wasn't really ashamed because it was Yamato, but she felt slightly unnerved about his awful resemblance to an enraged animal when releasing anger like this. When he'd let got of her, his hand and forearm would be covered in mucus goo as she simply followed her superior's orders. She removed the goo used as a form of transformation layer so she'd appear to be wearing the typical flack jacket (she did keep the clown hat though) and shinobi costume, without the sandals though they were just outdated. She'd spin around in a twirl with one foot and opened her arms wide. "[color=fuchsia]Ta-daa~[/color]" Aoi sang in fanfare, giving Yamato another one of her usual tricks to mess with him. But all he did was argue, and belittle their Sensei for this mission. He couldn't sink any lower, could he? He had absolutely no respect for authority and the methods of their current teacher. Aoi still didn't gather the courage to tell him off, and she probably wouldn't ever for such small things that could easily be dealt with by the Jonin concerned. The clown was bothered by something else, the probability of them actually finishing this mission safely and successfully with someone creating discord within the team, especially with the Jonin leader. As Tsukiko dismissed them, the silent Aoi leaped away as well to get a couple of things prepared, more precisely she made sure she didn't forget anything of importance at her house before leaving. Finally arriving at the gate she had instructed, she found a pouting Yamato awaiting for the rest of the team to arrive so they could start the mission. She didn't have a backpack or anything, as she stored it all in her "magical" cloths she treasured so much during her fights. Waving him hello, she'd whip out a small candy bar from her sleeve using her cloth magic and presented it to Yamato. "[color=fuchsia]Snack time~ A hungry team is an ugly team~[/color]" She'd sing with whimsical written all over her expression. Aoi acted as if she was back home with the troupe, giving off pointless tips about having a full stomach to perform at their best. The chocolate bar she offered him wasn't anything trapped, but she could only guess he wouldn't trust her, especially with the little goo stunt she did with her clothes on him a few moments back.