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Aoi Don Maquia





Curious as to what her friend was doing, Aoi peered over at the direction of Akio as she was putting away the fish. The clown's heart started to pound as she some how figured out that her elaborate scheme to trick her friend into believing she was a gourmet chef was thrown out the window. She took and deep breath and composed herself like nothing happened, staring directly at the screen of the TV before her bad as she fumbled with the remote control's set of buttons, randomly selecting options to appear occupied until her friend would lay next to her. She smiled a little too widely at her friend, a vain attempt to wash away any suspicion, the grin of dishonesty was going to be her culinary downfall.

But all the Tendou did was just lay there and give one of the most unsuspecting things in the world, along with the idea of actually ordering a pizza. The message behind this request flew right over Aoi's head as she, ironically, quickly nodded in rapid successions as she bungee'd her cell phone placed near her drawers, somewhere. With the phone now at her hand, she almost forgot to play the movie as she activated the pizza app installed in her phone. It was no surprise that someone like her would have such a handy tool in arm's reach for a quick delivery. Aoi pressed the play button on her remote control while her thumb slide over the various offers from the local pizza joint she often bought from.

"Oh! They have a special discount for anchovy pizzas! Hope you like those~"

And with one click of a button she ordered two large pizzas of anchovy toppings. With the order made, the film had finally went through the intro credits so it could commence. The story was akin to a child's movie, rather simplistic and filled with colors, though despite that the focus of many issues centered around the struggles of the main characters when confronted to a strange talking bird sleeping on their roof. The animation was top quality but seemed a bit dated nonetheless, like the quality was truly visible but it was evident that it was from another era of visual technology. Aoi watched it, visibly entertained already by the movie she had watched in the past. Only to be interrupted by the sound of the door bell of her home's entrance.

Waking up to answer, she let Akio enjoy the movie while the clown went to grab the grub. She passed the delivery boy the amount she had in her pocket, receiving her due change of course. With that done, she carried the pizza boxes down to her bed they were using as seat to watch the movie and set the boxes at their feet. She didn't seem to mind the possible stains it could leave, possibly because she had a spare bed and all that. Opening the box, she'd grab a slice of pizza and let her friend help herself as the movie when by and the intrigue rose.

"Bon appetit~"

She'd politely greet her friend with fancy words from a strange origin as she wolfed down the large slice she had taken for herself. Her appetite was as ferocious as it was during lunch, finishing off half her pizza in record times. But she'd quickly take a break from her marathon as she focused once more on the movie. Well, not entirely, the tip of her fingers would gently brush her friend's hand before sliding down to grab her's entirely. This would be followed by her head turning so she could face her friend, waiting for Akio to face the harlequin as well so she could gaze into the young Tendou's eyes. Though unlike her usual, playful behavior, she wouldn't mess around and would simply maintain that strong glance, as if she expected something.




Queen


Growing intensely bored of what was going on, Miyaka some how lost any form of will to torment these brats anymore. They turned on each other, they were failures, she totally got it. She would, once again, sit on her couch and amuse herself with some really bad TV program while Tsukiko seemingly ended most of the ruckus. She didn't seem to want to kill anyone, which wasn't really Miyaka's goal anyway, but her way to perceive these people as assets did irk the little star.

'Assets. Ass-ets. Asses. Stop fucking bullshitting me, bitch.'

The idea that a Naito had a Sharingan pleased her, but she quickly treated it as mainstream news. It was something she likely suspected given her means but she was completely desensitized to these kinds of reveals by now. She could only plot interested ways to actually exploit this information in the future. For now a few Naito - Minamoru killings for tarnishing their property would have to do. She sighed when Takeshi left with Daiki and things calmed down, Jaakuna being just as docile as Tsukiko at this point.

"Black, Tsukiko, whatever. Fire this Takeshi retard. He's quite possibly the worst asset in the world. How the FUCK did he get past psycho exams? Like you know I can make him appear as smart as a golden retriever on your files but what he pulled there is gold."

She expressed to the Jonin, appearing somewhat less of a provoking war monger but more of a merciless dictator who had cast judgement on them. She already told Tsukiko to keep Daiki's record high, so all that remained were the two others. From her last words, it could be understood that she aimed to finished Takeshi's career, for good reason though. Only Jaakuna remained. Being a Sawada, having him as a shinobi when certain rumors running about would potentially lead to a great climax involving this boy. She didn't want to let that slide.

"Ey, Sawada kid. The retard forgot there was beer in the fridge. Fetch it quickly. You'll get an okay review."

Hoping that the blonde kid would leave the room to fetch a drink in the kitchen, the power crazed young woman relaxed her body along the sofa, turning her head once more to face Tsukiko. She had a rather malicious but enigmatic grin on her face, as if she was holding back from revealing a very juicy secret. She'd quickly pop it though.

"When he's reported as a threat to Konoha... Contact this. They are looking for him~ Who are they? I dunno! But he's associated to a criminal gang. They'll handle him, making him no longer a potential nuisance to Konoha. 750k for doing this as he leaves the village. What do you say?"

She proposed as she pulled a small yet sealed note from her pocket. She simply tossed it at the hunter nin, somewhat hoping that she'd catch it with her broken arm for effect. Tsukiko didn't need to answer, after all it all depended on her whether it'd happen or not. Miyaka didn't seem to have much interest in it other than informing Tsukiko as her grin vanished once this was exposed. The actress simply seemed to take pleasure and fully controlling the situation. When Jaak and Tsukiko would be both in the same living room, the green haired female would stand up with a suddenly angered expression on her face.

"Okay, now get the Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck out of my house! Stupid shits. Oh and buy my fucking movie. Yeah. Go. And tell the fucktards to stay away. Bye."

She screamed with a huge chunk of her sass being poured into that action. She pointed at the shattered entrance of her penthouse as she did so, waiting for them to leave before she'd resume her TV watching with beer at her disposal. It was literally it. Oh and she'd throw an empty bottle of beer if they wouldn't leave fast enough, quite the possibility with Jaak's leg and all.
I actually received an invitation upon asking. Hope that doesn't bother anyone, an extra character that is.


Don't worry he knows now haha.
@Jinxer They are exact replicas, yes, but their mindset is to win/kill without much hesitation. They do know everything the character knows however, yes.

Edit: The copies are capable of having a certain degree of doubt if it is present in your own character. They essentially have the same personality. But it still stands, they want to win.
Subject 332 - Parkinson





Parkinson have Andarta a longing gaze while the massive female seemed somewhat confused by the blonde's words. She couldn't blame the tall woman in all honesty, she didn't quite picture what she was saying either. She just knew these things, and understood them to an extent. Her fellow subject's actions wouldn't irritate Parkinson as much as her loud voice, and hopefully her nod would confirm her basic understanding of the nerve expert's words.

Her headache was appearing to subside at this point for her stress was slowly taken away by her massive colleague's imposing presence that only manifested friendship, giving her an illusion that she had at least some form of wall between the alien sex and herself. Though it would only re-emerge with Darlene's small set of words, causing her head to thump in realization of the depth in her words. More precisely, the idea of being prisoners felt mind numbing to Parkinson, for it made not sense to her.

"Prisoners? Wouldn't that mean we actually did something to get here? You make no sense ..."

She gave Darlene a caution glare along with her more solemn voice, the mysterious girl only making her presence known by saying such a cryptic thing. 332 couldn't really understand how they could be prisoners if they hadn't done anything beforehand, let alone know who these people were to even push them to imprison them. The more silent of the girls would reach the red zone in Parkinson's head, much like the males they had encountered. She simply didn't feel this person well enough. On the contrary, this Sony girl reminded her much of the Amazon she had conflicted with a couple of times already. There were a few things Parkinson couldn't understand about this petite female, starting by how careless she acted toward shady strangers like these males. Added to that the mysterious undertone she boy she was addressing had. For some reason, his calmer voice irritated her a lot more than Andarta's obnoxious yet involuntary yelling.

Nicknames. We already have TWO names. This is stupid ... They're all stupid. Maybe I'm a prisoner for thinking too much? Maybe this is hell ...

She thought of the word hell, a term originating from something specific that she couldn't get her finger on. But she related any bad experience or punishment to it for some reason. Was it maybe a very ugly place in this facility? This thought alone would maker her head hurt even more, because she wouldn't make sense herself at this point. At this point, she realized focusing on the boys wasn't going to bring her all that much to her plate, and instead focused on the leaders in hopes that they would move on or at least know why they were still parked here.

It'd be there that she'd notice the chemistry between the two de facto leaders of the groups, how the behaved. In a sense Parkinson envied it, but knew she'd have a hard time considering being in a communicative mood with these male counterparts of her's. The sudden commentary from Andarta, though humorous, caused a rather strange reaction in Parkinson's entire being. She suddenly felt queasy, not by head mild headache but by the what the term 'fornicate' invoked in her mind. The term itself made her feel uncomfortable, she wasn't sure what it entirely entailed but she didn't like the mental images she was having. The deeper meaning behind it however made her clench her stomach as butterflies ran loose in her body. Her instincts told her something great would come from such a thing, but one word propped into her mind when she reflected on all of this.

"Don't you mean procreate? That would be the better term."

She'd return on what Andarta said with a somewhat nervous tone this time. As embarrassing as the concept was, her mind slowly ventured to the idea as to why she had mixed feelings about it. But before she'd have any sensation of consequence, the following events would glue her back to earth. A sudden conflict involving what seemed to be another male and people with the same attire as those in the other room. Their supposed leader intervened which followed with even more violence. Parkinson was notably frightened by this, by this violence and the visible pain these strikes inflicted on others. The fact that she understood just how much they'd hurt made her cringe.

The Amazon standing behind her as some kind of barrier made the thin blonde feel a little more at ease, much like how the warrior's presence reassured her when confronted to the men. Parkinson made sure to stay close to the large girl she was essentially born with and simply peeked to the side so she could at least see how this would end. Her growing head pain would prevent her from processing such fast movements and flashy events, but the end result would be clear, there were people killed and Red had been hurt. Death didn't scare Parkinson, she understood it enough to see in a rather desensitized position. But the pain that it could entail was what made her heart sink.

Looking up at her giant subject counterpart, the giant could see that the even left the shorter blonde shaken. Parkinson would back up in fear when the human colossus would try and pat her head, knowing full well she could crush the smaller girl's head and even body with or without the collar. The problem would be that if she'd back up to the point of being out of the giant's range, she'd get caught up with the rest of the people, which didn't make her feel any better. So, as a reflex, she tried to slap the girl's hand away with her little strength, in hopes that it would at least deter her from continuing.

"Don't. You're scaring me."

She knew she was being unfair to Andarta, and she was probably her only ally. But Parkinson was genuinely afraid of any possibility of being hurt at this point. She felt like literally anyone could kill her at this point.


Aoi Don Maquia





The two were returning to Aoi's humble home, fish in their arms and ready to cook themselves some good ol' seafood dinner. Jumping this time through her slightly opened window, revealing that the glass itself was just mucus concealed as solid glass. She fazed through it without a care in the world, tossing her newly acquired fish in the sink of her small house. She pondered the options given by Akio, how she would prepare the fish for the grand feast they were going to have tonight. For a moment she stood still in the middle of the single room house, unsure as to what were the differences between the styles of preparation Akio had just suggested, but she wanted to appear as though she knew what she was doing, and as such she replied what her gut told her to.

"I'd like them filleted please~ If you can help me get the kitchen ready as I prepare the movie, that'd be great!~"

She told her friend, finally cutting herself some slack as she rushed toward the bed she'd usually sleep in, the one on the left from the perspective of the entrance. The bed would seem to be facing a small TV glued to a wall that held the bathroom behind it. They could lie down and watch a movie from there, but Aoi had a better idea: She'd pull the mechanism under her bed so it would fold itself into the form of a couch, like modern beds bought at a rather cheap price. But then she thought as to how consistent that really was. Upon further inspection, it was obvious that they could just lay down and be just as comfortable but with more space. Realizing this, she released the furniture once more, this time stretching it back to the form it had previously.

Satisfied with her apparent lack of productivity, she jumped to grab the dvd box on the head of the TV so she could inspect if the disc was still there. "My Helper Hamiro" was the film she had suddenly decided to watch. It was from the same director they had seen, so this would give a glimpse as to what Akio would see in Aoi's favorite movie. She inserted the dvd in the integrated player and watched the TV screen slowly activate. It wasn't old, but it surely wasn't one of those new HD ones. The options menu popped up on the screen, indicating that everything was ready. Excited, she hopped over to the kitchen in order to have a few things ready.

"Tututu~ When you're done Akio, can you put 'em on the frying pan? We'll let 'em fry while watching the movie!"

She proposed, however she'd completely forget to grease the metalware, making this an already inevitable disaster. She hopped on her bed, though for one person, if one didn't hog the center it'd be more than enough for two. She of course scooted to leave place for her friend who would likely be confronted to the reality of Aoi's cooking beforehand. She selected various options so they'd have the entire movie, uncut, and have it last probably for at least three hours. She just liked her movies that way. In the process, she opened a bag of Gonba-Prize-winning-chips they could she as appetizers while the fish cooked.

"Hey, move! The movie is gonna start!"

She'd boss her friend around, knowing full well the kitchen was a lost cause. She just wanted to watch the movie and laze around after such an exhausting day. That and maybe have a little fun teasing her friend, though this was a movie session. She wasn't expecting the same thing as with a boy, but some how the idea wasn't too far fetched the more she thought of it.
I'd like to announce that we are having a third GM jumping into the mix, Savato, so you guys can also go to him if you need anything!


Nyeeesssss come to me kiddies <33333

Subject 332 - Parkinson





The pain in Parkinson's head slowly deflated in intensity, like a balloon releasing its hot air and releasing her head from stress. Her mind we take notes of this event, a sure way to relieve herself from this torment she seemed to be the only one to manifest physically. To Parkinson, yelling was a solution to her problem from now on. Or was it? As she thought more and more of it, the logic behind her head aches became a little more clear, or at least how it would be interconnected to many parts of her body. She knew what it was without really knowing what she was thinking, and it bugged her deeply. Though her train of thought would be quickly dispatched when a more outgoing member of the team manifested her presence in a way that captured 332's attention: Sony.

Bending over a little more to capture the view of two other females without actually moving her feet from her position, she noticed that everyone's hair color was different. Strangely, that detail impacted her more than anything else, notably size differences, but it could be that Andarta's dwarfing height had Parkinson's basis of scaling a little too large. When the more socially apt member of the group introduced herself, ideas roamed into Parkinson's mind.

Identification? Is this... A name? Why isn't it a number? 332... Parkinson... I don't get it...

"Hi."

She wave at the shortest member of the group by pure reflex, the act itself only being recognized once she pulled back her hand. At this stage, Parkinson recalled the concept of reflexes and memories, as well as abrupt reactions to certain things. This idea scared her when the giant who stood next to her made any form of movement.

What if she has the reflex to bite my... Hand off?

It was then that she realized she had no idea what she looked like. Her hand that had performed the very basic and ritualistic motion rubbed against her cheeks, neck and forehead in order to discern similarities. She didn't doubt it one second that she was like the others, but it pained her that she couldn't see herself like she could see the others. Parkinson had already become quite self-conscious, and her heart started to race at the possibility that she wouldn't get closure. She'd give a rather menacing glare that could only reflect anxiety and stress when she clearly noticed Red and some of the staff speaking of her. It didn't please her.

Andarta had forgotten her questions and Parkinson had too many she wanted to figure out herself before getting more question-inducing answers. They were asked to leave the premises by following Red, 332 would follow the Amazon female closely by fear of getting lost in this unfamiliar world. She did give one last stare at the doctor who notified red of her head pains. She wasn't sure what to make of this really. The more they walked, the more she could observe the massive human move various parts of her body to gain mobility. How this was possible was something she seemed to know naturally, unlike her appearance. Such a complex system of messages sent from the brain to different parts of the body to do specific tasks would be concepts as simple as breathing to her, but things as basic as what was the color purple remained an enigma.

Wait... Are these males? Ehhhh... Definitely not female.

A glance of cautiousness and uncertainty was thrown at the group of people they had encountered in the hallway. Boys, males, humans of the masculine sex. They were either taller than her or her size, which visibly intimidated Parkinson. She was quite scrawny after all, her body being perhaps the second tallest of the girls, she had the weakest physical build. She didn't feel comfortable with this at all. She'd give a particular fixation at the male with the marked face, simply because he looked particularly different from the others.

This little stalemate would end when her warrior counterpart started to apologize after growling some more, though this time it didn't annoy Parkinson as much. She was consumed by a form of fear toward the new people, but she'd turn to face the more familiar giant with her palm risen upwards, signaling the Amazon to stop and take a breath. Parkinson seemed annoyed again, but it once against soothed her from what was plaguing her at this moment.

"Ugh... Just... Arg! Can you... Please, follow my voice, okay? Any sensory input you'll receive you should be able to replicate an-.. Erm..."

Her tone was weaker than before, but she still held a certain level of authority in her voice. Parkinson was at a loss as to what she just said. She understood perfectly well the information she had just shared, but it felt so abstract to her inexperienced mind. But it came to show that she didn't hold any form of animosity toward the Amazon, and despite her obnoxious screaming about facts Parkinson had a more advanced knowledge on, the latter felt a lot safer having that friendly giant not far from her. To the long haired blonde, the males were seen as threats she couldn't trust and he instincts pushed her to stay close to the giant girl simply because of their similarities and established contact.
@Satsuki If it doesn't impact anything nah, it's just to be clear about it haha.
Fudge I'm noticing it now. There's the 'Sorry' I added but I didn't explain well enough it that it was inner dialogue! Sorry guys!

@Tendo@Satsuki


Aoi Don Maquia





Reaching the end of the forest, Aoi would feel Akio's body pushing her down into the fresh lake and she'd inevitably crash down into the aquatic abyss head first. The clown's eyes had a hard time to adapt to the water as she kept them open during the whole ordeal, but quickly she'd almost 'fuse' with the water using her ninjutsu hiding in water technique. She simply used it to move around with more fluidity while remaining concealed as Akio went on with her hunt. While her friend focused on the large prey they could generously eat, the harlequin found more interest in the schools of little fish of various colors swimming around. She'd try to poke on the fish, causing only the pack to completely dismantle before reforming like some kind of shape alternating between forms. She found this particularly amusing, enough to last her for most of Akio's predatory challenge.

When the Tendou would emerged from what seemed to be her final go, Aoi would conceal herself once more and wait for the female to toss her captured goods before jumping Akio from behind. She swiftly wrapped her arms around the taller girl's neck, though she'd press them down to her neck collar in order to avoid chocking. Now that that was done, he'd use her fingers as paddles to splash Akio's face with waves of drops of water just to bug her. Added to this mischievous act, the clown also wrapped her legs around the Tendou's abdomen so they she couldn't just escape in the deep trenches of the lake. At one point she'd stop, even after taking a few dives so she would lie her head on Akio's shoulder.

"Why are you so nervous when I..."

She whispered softly, her break cooling the water splashed all over Akio's face before smooching that same spot just as she did before. Though she kissed a little closer to the jawline this time around. Aoi was genuine curious while being a tease, considering Akio reacted in such ways that even boys wouldn't go as far when kissed on the cheek. Girls hanging out with Aoi would often experience these little pecks when they'd make her feel happy in some way. She giggled.

"Teehee~ If you kiss my nose I'll stop~"

She'd say before pecking her friend on her cheek and neck continuously to make her uncomfortable just so she could have what she requested. She had a thing for being kissed at the tip of her nose, something she'd demand to her past boyfriends whenever possible, often putting them in positions where they wouldn't have much of a choice in the matter. When she'd eventually have her desired action accomplished, she'd free Akio entirely and swim on her back toward the shore. Nearing the spot Akio had thrown her caught prey, she could smell the somewhat fried fish already and proceeded to inspect the dead critters. The smell was making her hungry, and she knew that Akio would be as well, especially after all she'd been put through. Aoi giggled once more at the though.

"Hey Akio! Let's go home so we can eat~ I'm staaaarving!"

She'd pick up a couple of fish, leaving the rest to be taken by Akio as she headed toward her house. In the meantime, she plotted on show she could make this dish edible without destroying her small kitchen. It was going to be a difficult task for our harlequin friend.
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