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[Center][COLOR=plum][sup][b]Ex-Kirigakure | Criminal-Jonin, S+ | Gravity-nin[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=plum][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day – Some Time of Day[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Amegakure[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b][@Write][@Odin][@LadyinInk][@Ganryu][@Team Konoha][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]
The air was thick with some form of emotion that was lost in translation, it was neither fear nor anger, but something much else something more taut. The black ops member seized the parchment from his hands which left a little less than pleased reaction from the gravitational ninja. Had he not wanted to know the whereabouts of his better half he’d have crushed the ninja’s skull right there and then. The rage that turned men evil needed to be suppressed for the time being, it gnawed at his mind like an imaginary itch from heroin withdrawals. Havocs eyes became focused on the Lady Yogensha, his icy cold blue eyes with the tinge of flaming gold speckles burned themselves into her flesh. They wouldn’t leave her body once, unless of course his senses picked up a disturbance worth noting, but he had Kareha there to deal with that and buy him enough time to act accordingly. 

An orphanage? While it was true Havoc had spent many years of his life devoted to the rehabilitation and teachings of the world to the girl, she never mentioned an orphanage.  While they were rather intimately close, the only bit of information Havoc knew was about her adoptive parents. How could he have been so foolish as to just assume she came from a normal orphanage? The twisted, tangled, roots of fate had seemed to be branching off into the lives of all three shinobi in some way. Havoc knew better than to interject, without any rebuttal or force of entry the frayed and worn man looked onward to her pressing story. Despite her calm demeanor, the empress was hiding something beneath those layers of civilities. Havoc, unlike some of the Yomigaeri, prided himself on his analytical ability. After all he had to pay attention to detail with his art of death and being illusive enough to elude the bounty on his head prior to capture. 

The once great leader of the rain was now quite sickly and weak, crutches tossed to the side to give off an heir of pride and strength. It was quite admirable to see, however, Yogensha had to have known that this display of weakness and fragility would be enough for Kareha and Havoc to secure their attack and take Yogensha down. Allowing the two to know this much added a layer of honesty to the story she began to weave, why else would she let her guard down? So much so she moved to face Havoc with skin bubbling through her forehead, his eyes narrowed, but he managed to take the paper back from her with an heir of grace and appreciation. Havoc would attempt to reach a hand out for the stumbling mistress, but to no avail as she found solace in the safety of her two bodyguards. Folding the paper into a nice square, he stuffed it back into his tattered yukata before letting the rain queen continue. 

The idea of Kyokotsu being kidnapped and forced into structure like this angered Havoc, the veil of control slipping once again. Clenching his fist into a ball letting out a few audible cracks, left him somewhat in control of the ever-changing power shift inside, his dark passenger constantly trying to reach out. Blood, it was something he was feverishly intimate with, her eyes told her tale when she connected to Havocs. She was so defenseless, he held the flame of her life in his hands, but would he extinguish it for Kyo’s sake? [color=plum]“Who are you to say that you gave them a better future? You haven’t given them even an option. It is called kidnapping for a reason, they were taken without will and trained to serve your personal army. I’m no expert on the Sage, but I do believe he would never agree to this kind of proposition masqueraded as ‘help’ for a brighter future.” [/color]

The self-righteous figure was still remarkably adept at parlaying with a wanted criminal such as Havoc, with the subtle tendencies only he would pick up on. The mention of Kyo flickered attention in his eyes as she spoke down of her, this lecherous woman hadn’t known Kyokotsu like he did. [color=plum]“Stop right there. Some swordsman you have there, I assure you I’ve seen and trained with better. Take Kareha here, a prodigy in the sword and now one of the seven swordsman of the mist. Hold your tongue with matters that you do not know the magnitude of. Kyokotsu didn’t kill her master and his wife due to some deemed [i]disturbance[/i]. Kidnapping was the onset of this manifestation of behavior, how can you raise a thief and punish them when they’re of age? That master of yours also fancied the flesh of little girls who weren’t as powerful. That was the last time he would take advantage of any [i]helpless[/i] little girl, or do you not know of the demons the people of whom you break bread with?”[/color] 

[color=plum]“She doesn’t need any help, she a perfect little shinobi like the rest of your droll horde here. It’s a shame that you can’t undo that mistake, I would have liked to tester their skills.”[/color] Having heard her truth spoken, Havoc returned the favor. [color=plum]“You’re mistaken, I only came to speak, you’re no threat to our organization in your current state and I wouldn’t be able to revel in your death in that condition. I’m simply here to ask you what you know of the Dark Continent that lies beyond, I hope you weren’t thinking of handling an expedition or withhold any information from the first expedition all those years ago. The [i]Yomigaeri[/i] would greatly appreciate it if you handed over any information regarding said affa—"[/color] Havoc was abruptly interrupted by the impending number of depressions outside the door, that yogensha had been making her way to. [i]”Forgive me’[/i] 

An ambush and she knew, no wait, Amegakure was never considerate to the other villages. Konohagakure must have known they would attack and send extra forces to bolster their defenses. If havoc was wrong, Yogensha would have him cornered. With some semblance of mutual appreciation, Havoc hoped he was right and this was a small farce.[color=plum] “Kareha, it’s time to play. Go! Chikara o Yōsha”[/color] A condensed form of gravitational force formed in Havoc’s throat as he inhaled deeply while standing straight, before bellowing out the unrelenting force towards the door to prevent the Konoha ninja from entering the palace. If the attack was successful the doors would bend and fold onto each other closing off one possible entrance, but also an exit for the two Yomigaeri. Havoc threw on his mask and black cloak, keeping his hands free, prepared for a counter attack. 
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[Center][COLOR=39b54a][sup][b]Konohagakure | Jonin | Breezy-nin[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=39b54a][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day - Morning[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Kiku’s Residence[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b][@Odin][@Spanner][[@LadyinInk][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Shizuka’s conversation with the lavender haired girl was cut short by the arrival of what seemed to be two of his new teammates. The tension was already there, the fish looking boy was already seeking a grip on this power struggle. Sakana was everything Shizuka was not, he was abrasive, arrogant, and seemingly close minded. Whether these were nurtured or conditioned traits from his past was unknown to the wind seeker. The boys words were sharp not skipping a beat, however it seemed like everyone tried to paint their own rendition of what occurred in that forest between the team. Shizuka’s eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed, a new emotion developing, anger. Biting his tongue the wind seeker refused to comply with the actions that the fishboy had undoubtedly meant as condescension. Kiku had misunderstood the Hokage’s announcement and sped off, leaving her exposed to danger. Kurin had told Shizuka to follow suite and entrusted them with the scrolls of the other two, it wasn’t reckless abandonment. None would believe them now or perhaps ever, Shizuka would have to prove himself viable on the battlefield for the upcoming mission. Their names wouldn’t be sullied or honor less if he could prevent it. 

Then there was the assumption the wind boy was planning on leaving the team, it all seemed to convenient not to use against him. His ruby red eyes flickered with burning resonance while he swallowed the verbal abuse. Shizuka simply wanted to switch spots with a ninja from the intervention on Kumo, there was no running away from him. If anything Shizuka always ran towards the problem, this mission was already starting to frustrate him. His words were like venom, he vanished onto the rooftops before Shizuka could issue a rebuttal. The red haired Uzumaki walked in his shadow throwing a jape of his own. Turning to the crossed girl, [color=39b54a]“No, I’ll make sure people know the full story though. We did nothing wrong Kiku. Or at least you didn’t.”[/color] The young kunoichi relaxed the flustered boy with her soft embrace, she had a mission of her own, and it was selfish of him to force her to doddle around with the strudel boy. [color=39b54a]“Yeah you’re right, be safe cloudy eyes”[/color] Shizuka left her with a small peck on the cheek before he flew up into the air, catching up to his adoring teammates at the Watari residence. 

Having caught the tail end of Sakana’s marketable speech skills. Shizuka walked past the mute red head while muttering under his breath, [color=39b54a][i]"Ketsumedo yarou"[/i][/color]. Afterward. Shizuka forcefully turned the fish boy by grabbing his exposed shoulder. [color=39b54a]“First of all, I’d be remised if I didn’t ask you if you spoke like that to everyone. Whatever anger or prejudice you have residing in you is none of my concern, although you will not question me until you have seen me on the field otherwise. I made Jonin rank just as you have so there must be some causation for that. Next, don’t play god and judge us when you’re missing a few of the pieces. I’ll have to earn your respect and I fully plan to without [i]abandoning[/i] the team, but you will respect Kiku or we can settle this gripe here and now.” [/color]His ruby eyes tunneled deeply into the antithetical black sclera of Sakana. 
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