[b]Yoshiaki Sugihara[/b]
Yoshi narrowed his eyes. Ever since they had ordered him to relinquish his bags - and rather heavy-handedly at that - he had seen this development coming from a mile away, like a video game NPC that asks the player for supplies of variable value but ultimately doesn't provide any real benefit other than experience points. At the very least, he could take solace in the fact that the fox didn't have his portable gaming systems, which were left at home because outlets are rarely prolific within mountain wilderness. [color=orange]"Tch. I knew it,"[/color] he grunted, indignantly crossing his arms to demonstrate his irritation at the whole situation. Whatever. If this was the game they were going to play, then he'd play. 

Mentally, Yoshiaki began formulating a quick list of things he had to worry about, and the things he could do about them. He could always try and smooth talk them, and he was pretty damn sure he'd get points with them for a 'mafia boss move',  but he wasn't much well-suited for that social engineering bullshit. Better to just leave that shit to the preppy, popular kids like Ayumu. Hunting and gathering ought to be a good idea, and they had at least one person who could fight a predator animal, but he wasn't much of an outdoorsman; they might end up getting poison berries or something. Hopefully if it boiled down to that, their instructors would intervene. Finally, if all else failed, he could probably pick a fight with-

[color=orange]"...What the hell?"[/color] Before he could finish that thought, Sachiko sprung into action and became the catalyst for the chaotic series of events that followed. First was a purple flash and a loosed knife, then that blond-haired idiot Sanji charging in, and then... [color=orange]"Shit, Rei!"[/color] Yoshi yelled, crossing the distance and coming to a stop next to his fellow ne'er-do-well, [color=orange]"You alright? Both of you?"[/color] It was a rhetorical question; he knew she'd be okay. Call it force of habit. He turned around and stormed over to Sachiko, stomping past the tiger like it wasn't even there. [color=orange]"What the fuck was that?"[/color] he demanded, glaring daggers down at the shorter assassin. Unlike Rei who was mad from concern, Yoshi was just mad at this point. [color=orange]"You can't just throw knives around like that! What if s-"[/color] He paused for a moment, his mouth a hard line. [color=orange]"What if someone got seriously hurt?"[/color]  

[b]Ayumu Tomoe[/b]
[color=F19CBB][i]'Well, there goes the waiting plan,'[/i][/color] Ayumu sighed as the baby announced the penalty for their laziness, [color=F19CBB][i]'Out of the frying pan of heavy lifting and into the fire of survivalism...'[/i][/color] Now he was really regretting handing over his bag; it had his guidebook in it! And if he didn't know anything, he couldn't [i]do[/i] anything. He worriedly bit his lip, anxious and more on-edge than usual. He couldn't remain idle; he had do get busy, get working, get to doing [i]something[/i] about it. He wouldn't- [i]couldn't[/i] wait around and let everything just... [i]happen.[/i]

A mouse-like squeak of a surprised yelp slipped through his lips once everyone began springing into chaotic action. He did nothing but stand in place. He was a spectator standing outside, looking in with dull eyes. It was only after a few silent moments that he realized he was staring at a tiger that had appeared from nowhere. But he did not avert his gaze. The gears of his mind turned until an idea struck him. Silently, Ayumu broke a stick off of a low-hanging tree branch and sat down before a grassless patch of earth. As the others gathered around the epicenter of chaos over yonder, he began silently carving furrows into the dirt with only the occasional look around to stop his work.