Grey — Roleplayer Guild

Alright, I've set up stuff and now I'm gonna sleep.

The next round of posts should be short timeskips that basically set up what you managed to get (within reason of course), resolve outstanding interactions, and explain where you are now.[1][2] 

For Bovino, do as you would. If you're not gonna negotiate, just do the above. If you are, PM me your offer and I'll give you the results. Either way you'll get a cut of the action dw.

[1]If anyone wants to skip the round, tell me and I'll just default on nothing and generic forest
[2]For those who I sent after people, just do what's above and I'll just say you're close enough to hear the commotion or summin' once I get my next post in, or talk it out with whoever I assigned you to. The former's probably easier, though.

Yoshiaki Sugihara 
Yoshiaki grit his teeth. " 'If someone gets hurt, it's not my problem'? 'It was a needed loss'? " His voice was a guttural growl as he repeated Sachiko's scornful words, and his hands curled into fists. "I don't give a damn who you are or where you came from, but I don't need to understand you to know that you shouldn't just do something that careless and stupid! What if-" He was cut off by the rustling of leaves and the departure of his conversation partner. "...Fine. Whatever. Just run off," he scoffed, turning his back to where Sachiko used to be, "See if I care." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and began trodding back over to where the remaining members of his 'family' were. 

"It's fine. It's not your fault anyway," Yoshi sighed and waved his friend's concerns away, "Besides, it's not like I'm dumb enough to think we'd all get along just like that." This whole thing was supposed to be a grand change from the droll nature of his day-to-day life. Even after accepting the offer, all he'd done so far was watch life pass by. Maybe an  exotic lifestyle like in one of his games was really just a dream like he'd thought. He groaned. No use wasting time on shit like that; he'd already made his decision. "I'll come along with you," he answered, folllowing after Rei, "I've got nothing better to do anyway."

"Ah... Wait!" Ayumu called out to the pair before they too disappeared into the underbrush. He finished jogging over a few minutes after shouting for attention. "Can you do a favor for me, please?" he asked. Something in his brain told Yoshi that he wouldn't like it, but he decided to humor his senpai, "Well? Out with it."

"...I want you guys to see if you can make sure Sacchin, gets back to camp." There was an awkward, 'did-you-really-just-say-that' silence from Yoshiaki  after that, matched only by the look of concern on Ayumu's, "It's not that I don't trust her to come back but-" He was cut off by Yoshi's raised hand. "Yeah, yeah, I get it," the boss handwaved, "I don't like it, but I get it."  He sighed. As much as he was totally-not-salty-I-swear with the girl, he didn't want anyone riding his ass just because he let one of his family members get lost in the woods and die of a splinter or something. "I can't say I'm not willing to try, but no guarantees."

"It is good to see that you are taking your role at least somewhat seriously," Fon interjected, "I shall tag along and perhaps provide helpful lookout and words of encouragement." It didn't take a genius to tell that wasn't a request and that he'd be going along even if Yoshi made a fuss about it. So accepting his fate, they continued on after Rei. "Hey Rei, you said something about getting fish earlier, right?" he asked, slowing his pace as he got closer, "If we're gonna be by water, we might as well see about getting some to boil." He paused. "... Oh, by the way, senpai wants us to keep an eye out for the knife-y one and 'gently remind' her to make sure to return to camp." Another pause, this time caused by a genius idea. "He also said I'd be allowed to knock some sen- OW!" Fon shook his head in silent disapproval. "Yeah yeah. Eyes on the prize, I get it," Yoshi huffed.

Ayumu Tomoe
Back at camp, Ayumu crossed out items on his dirt-written checklist with his heel. "I hope I did the right thing back then..." he mumbled, unassuredly scratching the back of his head. Now what was left to do... Send someone after Hisaki, just in case? He knew Yuki and Sanji were on hand for that, but would Hisaki need it? 'Well he did say something about bears earlier, so he might need help carrying back all the meat?' He wasn't 100% sure on the weight of a bear, but he figured that a big haul of any variety would probably need more than one to haul it back. "Hey Yuki, can you catch up with Hisaki and see if he needs any help?"

Ayumu crossed another item off with his heel and looked over to the blonde one. He'd heard that the boy wanted to try to negotiate with their mentors, perhaps he'd be up for that still? Ayumu approached the blonde boy who had recently become the catalyst for all the interpersonal trouble. "Hey Sanji-kun," he greeted, slowly approaching the table tennis player, "You alright? You mentioned wanting to try to persuade the teachers for our stuff back, right? I'd be willing to help you out with that."

Elsewhere
The work of a flame radar technician was long, boring, and thankless even in the most volatile of regions. For someone monitoring a place like Namimori, it was that experience multiplied by eighty bazillion.  But someone had to sit in a swivel chair and listen to the sound of silence (and not even the Simon and Garfunkel version) for a 12-hour shift. "What the hell?" a technician exclaimed, "The radar's picking up two flame signatures near a mountain just outside Namimori. Doesn't look like they're moving towards the city. Just kind of around." The room became silent as the fact that they'd actually get to do something finally set in. "...I just contacted HQ," another technician informed, "Nobody's supposed to be in or around Namimori right now." And there was a silence broken only by the proclamation of: "Well shit." from the supervisor. Following this proclamation, the technicians went wild. As the technicians babble incoherently amongst each other, the supervisor proclaimed, "Alright! Calm down folks. Given the how those blips look like flies on a horse's ass, I'm sure it's just nothing. No big deal. Just throw a few scouts to check it out just to be safe and, like usual, let the mainland deal with it if something's up."

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