[center][img]http://i57.tinypic.com/2e2ozra.jpg[/img] [h2][color=fuchsia][b]Aoi Don Maquia[/b][/color][/h2][/center] [hr] A male voice interrupted Aoi's momentum as she prepared to dash at the direction she had chosen given Akio had decided to remain silent this time around. She stopped and turned to see it was the redhead of the group that had taken the time to question Aoi's decision and offer a better alternative in his opinion. The clown paused and looked around, trying to figure out what was his thought process but her own was flawed enough to possibly defy any common sense. But she was completely aware that the boy's judgement may as well be superior to her's in terms of orientation. This idea would be strongly reinforced when Akio stepped in and agreed with Shouken all the while adding her personal plan into the mix of things. The harlequin could only walk up to the taller girl and wrap her small arms around her girlfriend's waist, pulling her into a backward hug so she could peek over to see what Akio was seeing. That and she was somewhat competing with Rin's strange tendency to get a little too touchy with the male of the group. "[color=fuchsia]Always the smarty pants~ Heehee~[/color]" She whispered to her partner's ear, though it was quite easily audible by the whole entire group. With Shouken's resolve to march forward and a good plan to move on as quickly as possible, she grabbed her girlfriend's hand once more and dragged her toward the direction that the redhead had indicated. The path was now becoming mainstream and she wanted to release some energy, so she'd drag Akio to the tree branches so they could do the typical ninja hopping around thing. Looking back, she'd wail to warn the other two that they were going. "[color=fuchsia]Let's Gooooooooooo! The hot hot desert is still a few jumps away guys![/color]" She wanted to stay ahead of the herd so she could affirm her position as the leader, but so far she wasn't displaying the typical qualities a Jonin captain would normally have. It was quite obvious she wasn't good at making plans nor even being that good in thinking things through all together, but at least she had Akio for that. For a brief moment, she actually thought of that, which was quite rare given the clown's lack of usual introspection when doing things in general. She looked at her lover, her expression still one of worry as she opened her mouth to express her thoughts. "[color=fuchsia]Hey... Are you bitter that I got to be a Jonin? You are the smart strong one so... And the pretty, tall one, teehee~[/color]" She added a note of positiveness in the end of her inquiry, but she did seem rather troubled by that idea. She was quite aware that she wasn't the best ninja around, often procrastinating with her silly activities rather than becoming stronger by training like Akio did. She was aware of her talent in combat and her luck in acquiring such a useful ability in terms of ninjutsu, but she just felt not at her place when witnessing what Akio would display. She released a silent sigh and made sure the two other flirts were following. Well, one was a flirt and the other was a victim, but Aoi found what was going between them rather amusing. They were going to arrive much sooner than planned thanks to Shouken's advice, and as such they wouldn't slack off in the middle of the forest and quickly commence the core of the mission. [hr] [center][img]http://oi62.tinypic.com/2ijruy9.jpg[/img] [h2][color=khaki][b]N.C.4[/b][/color][/h2][/center] [hr] As anticipated, the male's heart rate rose and his posture was a lot more menacing than it originally was when he was acting so foolishly with the royalty. He reacted negatively, of course, as it is the case when things are not sugarcoated to such underdog liabilities. Their ego was struck, and thus they create tension. N.C.4 stared at the boy with no empathy whatsoever in its eyes, and of course not even a hint of reaction when it would be insulted or shouted at. It was perfectly still and acquiring all the input the male was giving. Even the irony of what he said, the fact that N.C.4 likely knew more about him than he knew himself, didn't prompt some form of sass from the machine. It simply stare until he ran out of steam so it could, point by point, display his ridiculousness. But as the male showed signs of calming down, or at least the halt of his prolonged monologue, the princess manifested herself in return, causing a slightly stronger reaction from Junshiro. It looked deep into her white eyes, confused as to what she could say to this very obvious fact. She appeared to be worried about the harmony of the group, of course it would be something somewhat compromised given Gin's hostility toward N.C.4 and lack of motivation to "cover" it. A ridiculous idea of course, given they'd be putting their lives on the line and it'd be N.C.4's duty to avoid as many casualties as possible on its side. There was a term in her speech that did actually cause the robot to feel a form of emotional shock. Something it didn't quite get. "[color=khaki]Friendship family. Noted.[/color]" It said out loud, much like a robot would, but its tone was a little softer as if it was expressing concern about something. It didn't get why such a humanizing term was being used by such a socially high individual. Her personality correlated to a form of rebellious individual, but it didn't expect this. They were strange people alright, and N.C.4 was initially only interested in their gathered skills and status. But their personalities were flaring in this scenario, something it had a lot of trouble relating with and finding the right way to handle them. Nonetheless, it didn't prevent it from actually replying and asserting its analysis despite what they may say. "[color=khaki]Mister Gin. You are disrupting the harmony within this group and are going from weakest link to liability. I recommend you gather yourself and understand that this isn't the Academy, but rather an unofficial assassination mission. Your lack of ... [i]Cover[/i] ... As you would say, maybe be a massive dent to our reactive possibilities when confronted to the possible incidents that may occur. Perhaps playing one of these quiet games Hiro requested would do wonders to your current psychological state. I may also recommend a cup of tea as I recall this vehicle is equipped with such a producer.[/color]" It then fixated blankly Chihiro as the vehicle was seemingly half way through the trip already. It was still troubled by her lingo, the way she gave such emotional attachment to two expendable individuals like her current teammates. She knew this was the type of mission where being scum or not didn't really matter, all that counted was the success of the mission. It suddenly opened its mouth once more to ask the princess a question. "[color=khaki]What is this [i]Quiet Game[/i] you speak of?[/color]"