Aoi Don Maquia
Everyone except for Yamato seemed to be doing fairly well, and by fairly well she meant not being beaten up in every existing angle in your body, but unlike the others he could do that kind of stuff. Aoi kept a pose next to Daiki, just noticing now he was talking to an empty void of nothingness, the woman was gone and Aoi was starting to doubt the boy's sanity. She didn't express it however as this moment seemed way too badass for it to be broken by lame comments. Paneru had handled his business at just about the same speed as Aoi, the same applying for Jaakuna, making things somewhat easier to track from that point forward. Except...
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Huh? What's th-... KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! GET IT OFF!"
She wailed in absolute fear and disgust over the spine that had landed on her shoulder. It was all bloody and full of weird and stinky fluids, typical of the insides of someone. It was a gross, stretchy and hard spine just hanging on her. She bounced and stumbled on her behind all the while Takeshi was rampaging on the others. The more she struggled, the more the spine got tangled around her, just everywhere it went and she was simply hysterical. She didn't fear creepy people and dangerous fights, but this was just beyond gross, even for her mucus. Finally grabbing it entirely, she tossed it just as the redhead trio launched a fire attack. The spine would be caught in the crossfire between Yamato and them, disintegrating the whole bone. It would only be now that she'd notice high ranked people attacked, and she had captured identical looking people at the corner for her eye during her little scene, the scene that spared her the viewing of Takeshi's session of massacres.
Yamato charged in and Jaakuna didn't take long to do the same. She got back on her two feet quite easily, doing a hand stance in the process, and noticed the shadow clone technique being used by the dancing devil of the group. A Shadow clone... So many great ideas flooded the clown's head when that technique was mentioned. Would it have been thanks to Paneru's song that increased her chakra's capabilities, or was it a simple ray of genius? Either way, she felt stronger and confident to do what she was planning, her body felt refreshed by the musical notes played in order to amplify her chakra capacity. With the two knuckleheads charging up front, Aoi had a much better idea: She used her bungee placed earlier to quick ascend and drop on one of the giant steel bars of the foundation linking two edges of the roof. She now had a good vintage point allowing her to acknowledge her new participants and which ones were being played with by the rest.
One was alone after the great fire attack, and he'd so happen to be her target. Being amplified with the the chakra song Paneru was playing, she easily formed a clone while remaining discreet on the ceiling level, the clone just barely forming from her hand as it immediately used the Gooey Surprise transformation move. It took the form of a card, the ace of spade, and become one of many cards she'd wield. Before the Shinobi menace could charge in as well, she'd hurl three cards that would land a couple of meters before him, as if she'd form a kind of perimeter as a warning he was being targeted. One of the three would be the clone transformed into a card, but it remained passive as its only goal was just that. As she got the guy's attention, she'd be holding multiple other cards in a fan-like fashion.
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Looks like we have another volunteer! Now for my next trick... I'll defeat you without even touching the ground~"
She taunted him, either by motivating him to focus on her while her clone would sweep in for a quick kill, or have him ignore and one of her allies would keep him busy enough so her clone could either kill or trap the guy, leaving him in a very tough position. She could also snipe him if he were to be trapped or put into pressure by one of her allies, but that would make things risky. She'd have to seize any opportunity given, which was her thing, grabbing any form of initiative possible. As long as he didn't suspect a random set of cards that simply stabbed the floor to be overwhelmingly dangerous as she planned, things should go smoothly.
At least this guy wouldn't bother Yamato as he finished the first one.
Fujitora Choko ; The Overseer
Having sent the name of the supposed corporation the suspected had given to the research team and many of his snitches in the underground, notably in the Yakuza domain, Fujitora anticipated the possible outcomes that could ensue such a threat. The fact that they had no idea where they were going, or what they were facing, irked him heavily. He wasn't used to walking in the dark like this, technology had offered a luxury of having access to information that he got too comfortable with, and now all he could do is conduct research on the little bit of elements he had presented. He could at least tell this was a religious tattoo, but which one? There were many fanatics in the world, and this could just be a new group hidden from society until now. Nonetheless, he conducted his own research in his office while his team was working on the case.
It'd be when he had dug up a little bit of information regarding similar patterns and dogmatic activities that he'd consider it appropriate to summon specialized strength. He had called for Megumi, a specialized Jonin who had a knack for finding more or less anything and getting around impossibly frustrating dilemmas. She was also his protege, being his youngest in the specialized forces and a promising potential in at least that domain. And then, Tsukiko happened. She opened the door without warning, okay that was normal, but she was covered in blood. Dry or not, she left prints all over the place and stains were still around. Fujitora could only widen his eyes in the absolute lack of manners she bluntly displayed at times. Sure, he fully accepted the risks, but it was entirely different when she brought this shit to HIS office.
He closed his eyes as she rambled on about information he proceeded. His index and major fingers both massaging his temples as his head already ached from the foul smell of blood coupled with her little hygiene and general lack of professionalism that easily got Fujitora's temper. There was a seal in his lungs and he couldn't talk or he'd die, great, nothing else was noteworthy other than her shoes...
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God damnit..."
He'd mumble as Megumi entered the scene commenting on probably the least important thing she had mentioned in this painful session. To top it off, she thought it would be a good idea to fly around and comment on God knows what anymore. Something about dying and birds, as if that was of any form of professionalism either. There were good things about having social baskets like them, but the commander had a hard time keeping up with the cons at times. When they were finished, his head was a little red, and he was just out of fuel...
... So he'd get more fuel. Without adding anything else his body had a strange current of electricity as his little clock screeched a sound as it hit 1 PM. He'd suddenly opened his desk's drawer and pulled out a steel cutting board with a small vial filled with a powder. He'd quickly open it and let the powder drop in a perfect rail, yes he mastered this after a while, only to have him snort it all in one go. There wasn't time for joint making, he needed a very quick and powerful dose of something not even his wild colleagues before him could guess what it was. No, it wasn't cocaine. Sniffling a couple of times, he had quickly gotten high, and the pain had went away along with any desire to get pissed off. He'd look at the two, his expression a lot more in tune with the general lack of worry expressed by the women.
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Ahhh... So much better. Want some? Oh wait, you can't, you're working. AND I'M YOUR BOSS! Haha! Can't be caught doing weird things huh?"
He'd mock them in a rather strange and hyperactive way. It was technically 1 PM, and so he was on his break at that very minute, justifying his sudden outburst, at least to himself.
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So, Megumi, yeah you're Megumi." he pointed at her, a little tipsy from what he had just absorbed in his body. "
Okay okay. You're going with Tsukiko here to uh... The old Cathedral thing at Bukane station. OH! Hey hey, wait hear this:
A Sunday School teacher asked her children on the way to service 'And why is it necessary to keep quiet?', and one of the girls replied 'Because some people are sleeping.' Pahahahahahahahahahaha!"
He burst into laughter at one of his own, corny jokes. Of course, he wasn't expecting the others to laugh, as per usual, but this lasted for about ten longing seconds of their boss relentlessly laughing at his own crap. But he'd brutally hit them hard with a harsh tone when this period of joy was done.
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No seriously, get the hell out of my office and search for possible leads regarding the data I've sent to your phones. You'll have all the information we've gathered thus far."
He ordered before spinning on his chair so he didn't have to see them anymore, or more like they couldn't see him giggle at the thousands of extremely retarded jokes that streamed through his mind as he remained in his non-working mode. Until it was 2 pm, he could stay in this state for all he cared.
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