[center][h2][color=f26522]Rumia Shinrikyo[/color][/h2]

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Oh shit, the goodie two shoes actually trash canned the bottle. A squint, followed by a growing desire to expulse her very rapid accumulation of frustration. Rumia did NOT appreciate this gesture, but for the sake of progress and the fact that the Hokage did an interesting, the hooligan would orient her attention to the authorities. For now. While the gist of it was comprehended, the details flew through her left ear and wormed itself out of the right almost instantly. Kyoka was to take note of the nuances and such.

And like that, interest in the booze and Kurin had completely vanished. Focus on the reason she even bothered to come to this dump resurfaced, albeit probably for only a short while. Shinrikyo's lack of discipline would be the wood user's salvation today.

"[color=f26522]... Well golly me cuz. We gotta actually WORK fer our keep.[/color]"

An amused chuckle, as she'd guide her attention to the scrolls in which the Kage had set the emphasis upon in his speech. Something about gathering them. Simple enough, for this ginger's simple mind. Her orange gaze would be particularly attracted to one of them, because there'd suddenly be a sixth one. Things needed to change, not always convenient to the IC, but the task was now for every team to choose a scroll and gather it. They could probably compete against another, but no point in making this job any harder. Mentions of the earth and lightning one were already made. Scratching those ones off the options.

"[color=f26522]I reckon ... We go fer the special one.[/color]"

In her pause, she'd point at the Yin-Yang, suddenly manifested, sixth scroll. Convenience. It'd serve as a means for the rest of the gang to acknowledge this interesting little factor.

"[color=f26522]How'bout Hime comes with us, cuz? I ain't in the mood to fish out two new fresh faces. This cutie-pie will fit the gun. Won't she? One down, one to go~[/color]"

The trailer trash grinned at the direction of Hime, as her accent-coated suggestion was proposed to Kyoka. The tone made it seem almost rhetorical, and imposing. As if they didn't really have a choice in the matter, Rumia had made her choice, and saying no to someone like her didn't seem like the most brilliant of initiatives.

Arms crossed, her brown eyes would admire once more the inevitable prize at hand. The Hokage's call was quite disconcerting, given just how loud the guy was. But hey, that's how Rumia rolled too. That and, well, there was just a menacing aura surrounding his being, even if he seemed far too jolly to be a threat. Someone this primitive did have to rely on instinct more often than naught.

Now, they just had to find someone else to fill the squad. Perhaps a one of the fat kids left behind. One our menacing friend could pick on and serve as punching bag for team degenerate.