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[h3][color=0072bc]Kurena[/color][/h3]
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It wasn't long after the third rookie joined the ragtag band that there was a deafening crash nearby and dust filled the air, only to be gone in a rush of wind. Kurena had been forced back a few feet, but had instinctively assumed a combat stance that she maintained until she saw the bandanna the new arrival was sporting; it meant he was multiple ranks above them, and from the sound of it he was their overseer for this mission. Well, he was nothing if not bold, given the dynamic entry. And it certainly seemed like he had a martial artist's physique. Maybe she could pick up a few things by watching him work? [color=0072bc]"Yes sir!"[/color] she said as she jogged after him to his ship.

As it turned out, due to Fuzei's method of piloting his ship, she had little else to do but observe him. His movements, his stance, the way he balanced... Kurena had always been more of a tactile learner, but watching a more experienced martial artist move was always a treat. Especially when he harnessed the wind to such a degree that he launched them out and away from the waves that had been threatening to drown them. It wasn't all that applicable to her style, being of entirely different aims and substance, but perhaps...

She was taken out of her musings by Fuzei explaining their objective. A fugitive by the name of Goldann the Wild was on the loose, and he was to be their target. There was some caution to be taken; they were not the first group of rookies to attempt the takedown. And neither of the previous groups had been heard from. That was especially concerning, because it meant Goldann and any of his cronies knew the Corps were after him. [color=0072bc]"This is probably a good idea then..."[/color] Kurena said out loud as she reached up, untied her bandanna from her hair, and stuffed it in her pocket out of sight. She shook her hair loose to it hung around her head and neck, then started walking toward the Salty Spitoon. She glanced around as she walked in the door, and smiled sweetly at all the patrons before making her way to the bar, regardless of the glares she was sure she was earning.

[color=0072bc]"Afternoon,"[/color] she said as she sat down, [color=0072bc]"Anything the barkeep recommends for a girl just off a rough ocean ride?"[/color]

Small talk first, she thought, then information can follow.