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[h2][color=fuchsia][b]Aoi Don Maquia[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

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Aoi was pleased to see that they were following her example and decided to run instead of taking those slow, boring boats. Luckily for her Tsukiko would be their righteous guide to correctly orient themselves through the dense fog surrounding the area. It wasn't called the hidden mist for nothing, Tsukiko's sense of smell and general aptness in terms of just surviving made her quite useful in such uncomfortable environments. They were shinobi though, so it wasn't like they couldn't get around anyway. They'd quickly reach land thanks to their superior speed and proceed to approaching the scorching city that befell to the hands of war and terror. It wouldn't take long until the walls hiding the outskirts of town would be visible through the mist and they'd finally leap through to infiltrate the agglomeration. 

Eventually Tsukiko would order them to stop and engage in preparing for a more stealthy approach, they didn't want to go in hard and conspicuous when there could be an enemy at every corner. Peering to the left, then to the right, the low to catch on Aoi wasn't quite sure why they were stopping at first, it wasn't like there was any threat nearby and most of the fighters were farther away. It would only be when the clown would be shunned for being so bright with her variety of colors on her current attire that she understood what the issue was. Sighing, she acknowledged what was expected of her and scrambled her brains to figure out the perfect appearance. Tsukiko went for an old hag while Yamato would play as the older brother. 

"[color=fuchsia]Hmmm~ Oh I know![/color]" 

Upon seeing Yamato's appearance, she was strangely inspired. Forming the appropriate hand seal, the mucus around her body would vibrate and take a new form around her, essentially giving her an entirely new appearance without modifying her actual size. Following the significance of her name, she morphed into a [url=http://safebooru.org//images/909/40dc7af3e280cd3403143c8ba8f652d2734fc72e.png?915204]young girl[/url] with blue hair and the typical peasant set of clothes. 

"[color=fuchsia]Oh hey bro~ You look mighty nice today~[/color]" 

She'd imitate a farmer girl's accent to taunt and bother the poor Yamato that likely more than had it with this whole situation. Tsukiko had order to get moving, and as such Aoi glanced at the connecting streets and made sure there wasn't a camping bloke nearby so they could move with full discretion. Despite the endeavor of wanting to be inconspicuous, the clown had the right idea to skip around as her preferred gait in this particular situation. It was indeed more eye catching, but it did also fit the character of a young, naive girl being a little too optimistic despite what they were going through. 

"[color=fuchsia]Oi big bro! Nana! Lotsa smoke over here![/color]"

Indeed they were nearing the more industrial area of Kiri, where they would likely find factories. The Chideta warehouse would likely be nearby within the smog of the industry. Licking her index finger, Aoi let the wind determine where the factory would be. East, it said. And as such she marched toward that direction, of course with a much slower pace. This was just a practical joke she'd pull on the overly serious colleagues of her's (at least they looked it) and she'd immediately turn around after three seconds.