[h2][color=8dc73f]Kyoka Haizenberuku[/color][/h2]

More scurrying by little underlings of the Shark had eventually led to a new figure to reveal himself. Masked, and wielding some type of floating weapons, Kyoka would incorrectly assume this was the one who tried to use those exploding knives from earlier. His muffled call would elect little response from Kyoka initially, as she flicked her upper lip with her thumb, making light of the threat of those pointed weapons. Metal was easy to manipulate if you knew how and while Kyoka knew how, that's not why she wasn't worried. That was hinted by the sudden beam that blasted a weapon aside.

Rumia, the sweetheart, never would leave Kyoka's side if she were in any sort of confrontation, her royal protector. [color=8dc73f]"Cuz, hun, dis here man just wanna talk!"[/color] Kyoka would take her thumb from her mouth and rub along her cousin's cheek, burning the regenerative flesh for a second. It was a display of affection, an attempt to lighten the tension, but also a subtle cue of her annoyance to her cousin's intrusion. This was the first time someone from this terrorist group was willing to talk, providing a perfect opportunity for study. Motivations, organization structure, ring leader, and so on could potentially be gained from this conversation. [color=8dc73f]"Talk n' all, right Sebun? After all threes company but four is too much..."[/color] Kyoka returned the man's comment back on him, making the case for Rumia's presence. [color=8dc73f]"I reckon he might be pullin' a slip or trick, so keep yer eyes peeled. Secretly."[/color] Kyoka advised her cousin in a covered whisper. 

[color=8dc73f]"Da name's Kyoka, fella! Now what did ya have to say?"[/color]