[center][img]http://oi62.tinypic.com/2ijruy9.jpg[/img] [h2][color=khaki][b]N.C.4[/b][/color][/h2] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTNuBaS2--4]Hyouhaku[/url][/center] [hr] Moments went by and barely any activity in the Hyuuga mansion occurred. Unfazed, the robot would only conclude that they were either sleeping due to a lack of early morning duties or the rain had hit their patience limit. Nonetheless, its particular interest for Chihiro prompted the living scrap metal to use the thermal visor to see through the thin walls of the old buildings, eventually noticing Chihiro's unique silhouette laying next to another female-like body. N.C.4 couldn't make many conclusions from that other than the heir had a visitor, though its thoughts were inevitably geared toward that drunken troublemaker. More and more activity accumulated as two extra silhouettes approached her rooms, many screams and hostile movements followed. It didn't help that the sounds could be hear from the drone's position, encouraging it to actually get close to the main house and observe the phenomenon. Now at the roof of the main mansion, it could distinguish the various individuals involved more clearly, and acknowledge the sense behind their dialogues. The voice of Momoi became clear, as well as Takeo Hyuuga's, but the third voice could only be associated to this kid who seemed to roam near Chihiro more often these days. There was no reason for it to penetrate the household, nothing of true danger manifested itself and it had even less reasons to be around there in the first place. It had to become inventive to actually establish some contact with Chihiro and figure out what was the issue. Not that it actually mattered, but it had this strange hunch that the delinquent girl was in the room, poisoning the young heir's mind with distractions that could wreck even the shiniest of stars. Whipping out its phone, it would type something without even looking at it. [quote=Unknown Number]Hiro. Entrance in fives minutes. Various post-operation verifications are required. Bring your associates if need be. -Jun.[/quote] With that text sent, the robot leaped from the roof and landed at the spot it planned on meeting Chihiro at: The Entrance. It stood still and stiff under the merciless rain, hoping that through the cover of this examination to determine her condition to resume missions, it would figure out the place of that intoxicated individual in the Hyuuga's life. The more it thought of it, the more N.C.4 realized just how pointless Chihiro's lover was and how much her presence would impede the rising star's destiny of being a beacon for this village. It didn't believe in hope, but it has an efficient way of asserting information and making sensible predictions based on profile. Chihiro would be envisioned as an elite while Momoi, although talented, would end up like all the talents with a very powerful fault: In the trashes of the city. Arms crossed, it did not mind for one second that its body was dampened by the endless drizzle, its eyes seemingly absent as they stared down at the muddy ground. The water didn't rise much in the area, likely due to it being at a hill, but it found that fact interesting nonetheless. [hr] [center][img]http://oi59.tinypic.com/2aez6ea.jpg[/img] [h2][color=silver][b]Fujitora Choko ; The Overseer[/b][/color][/h2] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBSFeLEeuR4]Yami Kara no Mezame[/url][/center] [hr] "[color=silver][b]Aha! I speak of that particular clan as 'cursed'. So far they've been rather efficient, cursed or not. Like hell am I falling for such superstitions. Though ... They do make it easier to have a little Uchiha kid join the 11th once in a while.[/b][/color]" He chuckled, musing at the fact that now he was leading a rather serious organization and couldn't stop to think of the ethical side of work. Rather, he mostly saw the fighting potential in each, and the Uchiha were inevitably the best in terms of innate ability, likely one of the reason why they're still not all that appreciated. Fujitora liked them a lot for that, they made his life easier and they were just grand to stared directly at the eyes, only to fall into their dominating genjutsu. And then suddenly Tsukiko came in, but the ex commander didn't even stand up out of respect. He was still her superior and of course she still had to know her place despite the relaxed nature of this encounter. He'd scoot his seat over a bit to leave place for the drenched woman to sit on the remaining chair. Fujitora would then gesture the feral woman to sit down in a polite manner, a genuinely warming grin on his face as he was of course pleased to have his ex-subordinate join them at such a time, especially after the recent events. Ayame served them some special drinks, which made the tall man snicker before helping himself to some good old red. "[color=silver][b]Wow Aya. The way you go as far as to bring QUALITY beer along with some good wine here just makes use look more and more like typical bad guys in movies. We're probably not that far off in terms of image these days to the populace, then again politics never change aye? Haha.[/b][/color]" Laughing off this scene of self-consciousness he was giving, he didn't seem to mind that they weren't giving off the best example to pretty much anyone in the village, and this made it appear more ludicrous than it had to be. Fujitora wasn't going to change just because the had invaded the village, though, which would likely spark some red lights to people like Tsukiko who were close to him. He appeared so comfortable with the fact that he'd act exactly the same as he did when he was lying to everyone when he was in a position of trust toward the Hokage. He'd randomly stand up and walk over to a large yet old music player at the end of the office. It was Gonba's when he was spending long hours in the office. "[color=silver][b]Hoho, this one will make us go through Stereotype lane. I'll raise my pinky when drinking from now on, we'll also need steak. Say, how was your hunt, Tsukiko? Any good meat you'd prefer? This villain-like scene will probably end up with Aya laughing uncontrollably, am I right?[/b][/color]" He'd look at his sister with the lamest of grins, expecting her to play along in this masquerade of humor. When he turned on the player (the music playing would be the Post's theme), he'd wiggle his finger in the air to follow the melody's tune, all the while grabbing his drink as he kept his over the top act a little more to ease up the tension, or maybe raise it if Tsukiko got the wrong idea. She was in the lion's den anyway so it didn't matter all too much how she'd react. "[color=silver][b]But seriously. Do you want to kill me? Right here, right now?[/b][/color]"