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Aoi Don Maquia





With Akio's words, the harlequin felt butterflies in her stomach, relieved that faith wasn't lost on her leadership skills, if we could call it that. Akio being pretty much the dominant of the couple took a hold of Aoi to deliver a rather enjoyable kiss. The petite female could only blush at the sudden initiative and close her eyes for that brief moment, only to realize they were still on the run. She then chuckled at the jump in confidence Akio expressed all of a sudden, reminding of Aoi just how much her girlfriend had improved since the times they had met. In response to their little pause, Aoi would whisper back.

"Heehee, thanks Kiki~"

With said, she give a slight kiss on the girl's cheek before resuming the monkey jumps all over the branches, releasing Akio from her grip so she could maneuver herself a bit more. And then, a wild Ice Minx appeared and for some reason confided to the least intelligent member of the group. Aoi gave her a rather dumb stare at first, not quite sure what this problem stemmed from. Unlike Akio, she didn't really have this stigma of Rin being a slut, or at least had a hard time seeing it as pejorative given she would herself be pretty active with her own girlfriend. Maybe it was because she did it with more people? That concept still seemed quite bizarre.

Luckily, the Tendou intervened while a drop of sweat fell off the clown's forehead. She just nod at what her lover said at this point, over and over, to avoid staying submitted to this awkward situation. Eventually, Akio's full diagnosis would be done and a little idea lingered in the clown's idea. She simply had to add it, otherwise she'd feel incomplete.

"Maybe he's... Not into women~"

She giggled at the idea that Shouken was indeed gay, even though his reactions indicated the contrary. She didn't mellow her response either, making sure everyone could hear it quite well, including Shouken. They wouldn't be too far from Sunagakure as the temperature slowly rose as they approached the scorching desert environment of the land of wind. Luckily, Shouken's orientation skills and experience would lead them through it rather easily until they'd reach the village.

Sunagakure


It was already dusk when they would arrive at the village hidden in the sand, the entrance of the village would be nothing like the old times. A giant bridge would be presented before them, arcing over the artificial river surrounding the massive city. From this distance they could see the big contrast between the high advanced infrastructures of the oasis city and the desert surrounding it. We could compare this sight to Dubai, an extremely rich hot spot in a desperately poor country. They were of course welcomed by a couple of men who were expecting them to solve this case they were given, for some strange reason. It didn't occur to Aoi as to why they couldn't handle this themselves, especially when the Suna shinobi were known for being particularly rigorous and cruel when serious.

They walked over the massive bridged and would be brought to a rather luxurious five star hotel where they'd be escorted to a rather large suite reserved for those with a ridiculous amount in their bank accounts. Here they would have a set of boxes on a large table, all containing files on the case they'll be working with, but nothing else other than what one would expect from a large hotel suite. They were likely going to have to wait for somebody (I'm assuming Masaki will intervene here), so in the meantime they could likely get familiar with some details and discuss their own strategy on how to approach this.

"Okay guys! No time for slacking off~ We gotta do what we gotta do!"

She randomly tossed some confetti on the heads of her colleagues before she picked one of boxes. Aoi gathered the many papers and pictures of various crime scenes regarding the disappearances and possible linked deaths. She of course had a hard time reading reports, often tossing them to Akio so she could make better sense of them.






N.C.4





Gin's manifestation of his thoughts once again distracted N.C.4's powerful rationale. Or rather, it didn't understand why he would bother to want to know these things, after all he signed a contract and knew what he was doing. This was the type of job where the less you knew, the better it was for everyone else. Luckily, Chihiro would intervene and add her own two cents in the pit, detailing her perspective of the thing and how her mindset was the most adequate for this type of operation. A lot went on in the machine's mind to acknowledge their behavior toward Junshiro's retorts, at least Gin had the ability to calm his nerves when brought back to reality. Hopefully Chihiro's words would seal the deal and keep him in check.

"Precisely."

It simply answered in response to what Chihiro said, though it suddenly focused on the item held by Chihiro. Her phone, an element the robot forgot to consider and was indeed something that had to be handled. Why was she texting an externality when they were doing a very sensitive operation? It narrowed it's eyes at the equipment before nabbing it. With a quick and dexterous move with her right hand, N.C.4 unlocked the back of the phone and had the battery plop out before giving back the disassembled item to its owner.

"No communication, yet. And I must insist ... What is that Quiet Game you speak of, Hiro?"

It asked all so awkwardly, but before an even more awkward response could be made, the sound of breaks would interrupt the scene. They had arrived, and the chauffeur would promptly walk over to the passengers' door and open it. N.C.4 would of course be the first one to exit in order to insure the safety of the VIP of the mission. Once it was clear, it would gesture Gin and Chihiro to exit the vehicle. They would of course be greeted with a typical red carpet for the Hyuuga princess to walk on with all her splendor.



They would be standing before one of those most refined and ancient castles in the world. Its size said a lot about the family's wealth and influence, to have such a coveted household would surely be a display of great initiative and reach over their empire. They were greeted by a set of guards all coming from barracks, but they all kept their distances from the operatives. N.C.4 and hopefully Gin by instinct would stand behind the Hyuuga Princess as she would have to walk forward until the main gate would open, revealing a silhouette shrouded by the blinding light from inside the building.

"Hiro, if I may. This is our target. Remember, nothing until I finish my part."

It whispered to her as if it were giving advice like some sort of assistant, deluding any form of suspicion from it. They were going to finally interact with the root of their problem, and it was only a matter of time before N.C.4 would seize the right moment to exact the objectives given by the higher ups.
@Tendo Sorry to hear that Tendo! See you next time!


Aoi Don Maquia





A male voice interrupted Aoi's momentum as she prepared to dash at the direction she had chosen given Akio had decided to remain silent this time around. She stopped and turned to see it was the redhead of the group that had taken the time to question Aoi's decision and offer a better alternative in his opinion. The clown paused and looked around, trying to figure out what was his thought process but her own was flawed enough to possibly defy any common sense. But she was completely aware that the boy's judgement may as well be superior to her's in terms of orientation. This idea would be strongly reinforced when Akio stepped in and agreed with Shouken all the while adding her personal plan into the mix of things. The harlequin could only walk up to the taller girl and wrap her small arms around her girlfriend's waist, pulling her into a backward hug so she could peek over to see what Akio was seeing. That and she was somewhat competing with Rin's strange tendency to get a little too touchy with the male of the group.

"Always the smarty pants~ Heehee~"

She whispered to her partner's ear, though it was quite easily audible by the whole entire group. With Shouken's resolve to march forward and a good plan to move on as quickly as possible, she grabbed her girlfriend's hand once more and dragged her toward the direction that the redhead had indicated. The path was now becoming mainstream and she wanted to release some energy, so she'd drag Akio to the tree branches so they could do the typical ninja hopping around thing. Looking back, she'd wail to warn the other two that they were going.

"Let's Gooooooooooo! The hot hot desert is still a few jumps away guys!"

She wanted to stay ahead of the herd so she could affirm her position as the leader, but so far she wasn't displaying the typical qualities a Jonin captain would normally have. It was quite obvious she wasn't good at making plans nor even being that good in thinking things through all together, but at least she had Akio for that. For a brief moment, she actually thought of that, which was quite rare given the clown's lack of usual introspection when doing things in general. She looked at her lover, her expression still one of worry as she opened her mouth to express her thoughts.

"Hey... Are you bitter that I got to be a Jonin? You are the smart strong one so... And the pretty, tall one, teehee~"

She added a note of positiveness in the end of her inquiry, but she did seem rather troubled by that idea. She was quite aware that she wasn't the best ninja around, often procrastinating with her silly activities rather than becoming stronger by training like Akio did. She was aware of her talent in combat and her luck in acquiring such a useful ability in terms of ninjutsu, but she just felt not at her place when witnessing what Akio would display. She released a silent sigh and made sure the two other flirts were following. Well, one was a flirt and the other was a victim, but Aoi found what was going between them rather amusing.

They were going to arrive much sooner than planned thanks to Shouken's advice, and as such they wouldn't slack off in the middle of the forest and quickly commence the core of the mission.






N.C.4





As anticipated, the male's heart rate rose and his posture was a lot more menacing than it originally was when he was acting so foolishly with the royalty. He reacted negatively, of course, as it is the case when things are not sugarcoated to such underdog liabilities. Their ego was struck, and thus they create tension. N.C.4 stared at the boy with no empathy whatsoever in its eyes, and of course not even a hint of reaction when it would be insulted or shouted at. It was perfectly still and acquiring all the input the male was giving. Even the irony of what he said, the fact that N.C.4 likely knew more about him than he knew himself, didn't prompt some form of sass from the machine. It simply stare until he ran out of steam so it could, point by point, display his ridiculousness.

But as the male showed signs of calming down, or at least the halt of his prolonged monologue, the princess manifested herself in return, causing a slightly stronger reaction from Junshiro. It looked deep into her white eyes, confused as to what she could say to this very obvious fact. She appeared to be worried about the harmony of the group, of course it would be something somewhat compromised given Gin's hostility toward N.C.4 and lack of motivation to "cover" it. A ridiculous idea of course, given they'd be putting their lives on the line and it'd be N.C.4's duty to avoid as many casualties as possible on its side. There was a term in her speech that did actually cause the robot to feel a form of emotional shock. Something it didn't quite get.

"Friendship family. Noted."

It said out loud, much like a robot would, but its tone was a little softer as if it was expressing concern about something. It didn't get why such a humanizing term was being used by such a socially high individual. Her personality correlated to a form of rebellious individual, but it didn't expect this. They were strange people alright, and N.C.4 was initially only interested in their gathered skills and status. But their personalities were flaring in this scenario, something it had a lot of trouble relating with and finding the right way to handle them. Nonetheless, it didn't prevent it from actually replying and asserting its analysis despite what they may say.

"Mister Gin. You are disrupting the harmony within this group and are going from weakest link to liability. I recommend you gather yourself and understand that this isn't the Academy, but rather an unofficial assassination mission. Your lack of ... Cover ... As you would say, maybe be a massive dent to our reactive possibilities when confronted to the possible incidents that may occur. Perhaps playing one of these quiet games Hiro requested would do wonders to your current psychological state. I may also recommend a cup of tea as I recall this vehicle is equipped with such a producer."

It then fixated blankly Chihiro as the vehicle was seemingly half way through the trip already. It was still troubled by her lingo, the way she gave such emotional attachment to two expendable individuals like her current teammates. She knew this was the type of mission where being scum or not didn't really matter, all that counted was the success of the mission. It suddenly opened its mouth once more to ask the princess a question.

"What is this Quiet Game you speak of?"


Aoi Don Maquia





Aoi blushed as her girlfriend kissed her nose, she loved that and it made her extra happy that her lover actually took the care to remember and deliver at such a moment. Hand on hand, they walked toward the designated destination, the walk taking a little while but they left early enough to arrive on time. Aoi noticed Shouken who was patiently waiting for the duo, never once making it occur to Aoi's head that they were maybe late, but that lack of self-consciousness wasn't going to be a strong point in the clown's leadership. Like the typical person, she bowed to the individual and looked around for the missing member while Akio righteously introduced him. Hopping on the top of the gate, she went on lookout to find the ice user coming inbound.

Before she jumped down to greet the more mature looking female, she noticed the extent of how much she did mature: The bouncing masses on Rin's chest were the main cause of Aoi's pupils moving in an erratic way. But it'd end quickly as the mission was of much greater importance at this point. Jumping back down, she took another ridiculous pose before her group of little ones, making a somewhat colorful intro since she was the best Jonin around after all. Releasing a batch of confetti to seal the deal of ridiculousness, she was indeed trying to mark her new and first students.

"Okay everyone! Souken! Rin! Akio~! I'm Aoi-Sensei and I... Will be your guy to that desert place I forgot the name..."

She had a stream of amnesia strike her mind as she forgot the major village they were going to visit, grabbing the map she had stored earlier before the mission had started and unwrapped it to study its contents. She looked at the multiple drawn lines that indicated different destinations and what not, figuring where was Konoha in all this before searching for anything else. Konoha had the big green leaf on it so it was easy to find, however the sand place was a lot more difficult. He index finger followed a specific trail until she reached the word "Sunagakure", that must be it and it rang a bell.

"SUNAGAKURE! That's where we're going~ So... We can talk planning when RUNNING!"

She turned hands balled into fists and pressed against her sides as she looked at the exit of the village. She looked up to the various fork of paths presented at the exit, and one was going to lead toward Sunagakure. Right, left, middle... The typical choice in fairy tails. Unsure on how to proceed, she blatantly estimated the direction they should take based on a gross interpretation. They were going left, when in reality the best route would be through Motorani path, the one in the center. Unsure as to what she really did, she turned her head to face Akio with a somewhat worried look she could easily interpret. She was a bit aware that she wasn't that good in orientation and had just a hunch that this wasn't the right way.






N.C.4





N.C.4 zoned out as it stared almost blankly in the hologram as the others were exposing their own thoughts and estimations on the mission at hand. It seemed almost disconnected from what they were saying, like it had no interest in their input, however the reality of it was that it saved the data they were exposing and adding any relevant idea into its mind's process, essentially calculating the many possible alternatives by considering every factor available. Many were false, a few were right, but in the end the plan remained firm. The hidden mist technique would have to be used the instant the first drop of blood would be spilled. This would require them to act fast and the amount of time they were giving themselves was beyond exorbitant compared to the dire situation they will be in.

"2 Minutes and 56 seconds. With a 10 second margin of error. Your acquired skills and the probable alternatives leave me to conclude that this mission would be terminated within that time span."

The bot would then proceed to extracting a scroll from its leftover clothes and activated its contents, releasing three spherical objects which it would then hurl toward its two colleagues and keeping one of itself. They were special bombs meant for high collateral damage, well established for this kind operation. Randomly cracking its neck by tilting its head, it manipulated the table's machinery to finally close off the hologram. It gave a quick glace to its colleagues, making sure they were ready so they could continue the briefing in the transport they were going to use.

"We must go. Now."

It solemnly ordered as it make a complete 180 spin to exit the room and enter the center area of the Hyuuga mansion, awaiting the planned and secure limousine the 11th Corp had prepared just for them. Right on time, it entered through the clan's front gate and parked itself right at the center, ready to greet the heir and the bodyguards. A chauffeur walked out of the diver's seat and promptly went to open the passengers' so the group could enter. N.C.4 would be the first to walk in, insuring maximum security, while the two others were to follow and install themselves into the bowels of the vehicle.

The inside was fancy, all black but without a seat belt to be seen. It was lit by many neon-like lights to add style and luxury to the Princess' travel. There was also a minibar farther back where they could have a drink. N.C.4 sat itself straight on the seat right next to the opened door, as if it was guarding the door from the very beginning. It stayed calm until the car would depart, with only the three Chuunin warriors in the limousine.

"Mister Gin. Your swordsmanship has been commended as great. However, your general prowess is much inferior to that of us both ... Hiro wields the Byakugan, making her suited perfectly for the role of gatherer. You will be solely tasked of creating the mist and neutralizing the daughter, Fi. Nothing more. None of you will commence the assault with every member of the meeting neutralized. This feat will be done by me alone, do not intervene. You will place your bomb in the area you've accomplished your primary goal. Over 3 minutes and 30 seconds, Protocol Beta will activate."

It said as if it was giving a speech, giving zero opportunity for both of them to speak until it was done. It had no qualms in exposing the weaknesses of one of its colleagues, never going to the point of sugar coating it and directly reminding him of his inferiority compared to the two others. It did however hide the fact that he was more of a safety tool if anything were to go sour. His life was completely expendable and depended solely on the success of this mission.


Aoi Don Maquia





Aoi was never a morning person, and despite her around the clock bubbly attitude, she could never motivate herself to wake up at the time she told herself to the night before. This was made a lot worse when Akio moved in not long after their first "date", considering she'd be a lot more spent by what they would inevitably do. And of course, she had the covers for herself, it was just how it had to be, a part of the deal, and Akio simply had to deal with it. When the older member of this flourishing couple had kissed the clown to get up, the smaller female would react by releasing loud groans before covering her face in the cover, essentially burying herself in them. It would be about the time when Akio would walk out of the bathroom that Aoi was already putting on her night T-shirt to cover herself for whatever reason.

As Akio went to check herself out at the mirror, Aoi scurried behind her and got on the tip of her toes so she could lay her chin on the muscular girl's shoulder. Her eyes were oozing with provocation and lust as she slid her hands over the Tendou's abdomen, preventing the girl from being fully clothed. The way she caressed her girlfriend was nothing far from sexual, but just as she reached the bra's level, Aoi would randomly whip out a card from under the piece of clothes as a form of tease. She then placed it between the tall girl's cleavage before running off to the bathroom and locking the door behind her to avoid any payback.

"Now Link! Fill up your hearts! So you can shoot your sword with power! And when you're feeling all down, the fairy will come around~"

She had the habit of singing under the shower for quite some time now, and she never stopped until the water stopped running. She thought that the noise it made would hide the sounds but she sang to obnoxiously loudly that it was impossible to not hear her. She when exited the steaming room, she was already wearing her custom flak jacket with blue and fuchsia spread in various pockets just to add her own style. She was ready for her first mission as a Jonin, and quite strangely she didn't feel anxious about it at all. It was like stage fright really, many would be scared to screw up, but she was one of those rare people who simply had fun exposing themselves to rather demanding crowds, but it would be true that remarks weren't very well taken in her mind.

"Let's go Kiki~ Move yo lazy bum!"

She'd ordered around her significant other in a humorous way as she opened the entrance door to her home, leaving it open for Akio to leave as she stepped out while pick her phone out of her pocket. For a second she tried to recall the names of the people she was going to be doing the mission with, excluding Akio of course. First came Rin, because she had already done a mission with that ice minx but the other one was a person she had never met before... All she knew was that he had red hair like Daiki. That and his name started with an S. After a minute of searching, she finally found the name Souken, and realized he had just recently added his number for the mission.

meat u gaiz at teh norf gait!!!!~~~~~ =^3^= ok?????
"Aoi"


And with that she turned to face her girlfriend, hand slightly extended so her lover could take it as they would be walking for a little while to reach the Northern gate from where they were.

"Excited for the mission?~"






N.C.4





To the cyborg, the heir of the Hyuuga seemed rather strange to say the least. She was a Princess, born out of royalty despite her position as a bastard child, a fact well known to well informed individuals like N.C.4. Why didn't she savor that title? The bot couldn't get its finger on it at all, but it didn't seem to have a major issue toward it, if anything it saved that concept in its memory bank so it could associated it with multiple other behavioral traits in Chihiro's being. Then came the idea of nicknames, something it had learned about and knew the reasons behind, but didn't understand why it would have one. Would it be because she saw it as a human? But it wasn't a human. Or perhaps she sees it as a pet? But it isn't an animal. Its linear mind found this subject peculiar to say the least, disregarding completely her burst of anger as it was something all too common for it.

"... Hiro. Acknowledged."

It responded rather late before following the girl into her household. Though it did turn its head to give one quick peek toward the knocked down Gin who was attempting to come back with a burning passion. N.C.4 could only hazard a guess as to why he was so eager to get to the princess of the Hyuuga. It came to the conclusion that Gin, an outside, was trying to mate with Chihiro. He seemed rather low in the social food chain to even consider that, let alone get her honest attention. To N.C.4, he was probably the lower life form of the team, considering Chihiro was borderline prodigy with her Byakugan and itself was recognized as much higher than most shinobi its current level was at. But, he had his use, and was more or less vital to the well being of this operation.

Each person they've crossed, the robot gave a blank stare at them and followed them for exactly ten seconds before resuming looking forward. It stayed relatively close to the Hyuuga, keeping an exact distance of three meters so it could intervene in case an unfortunate incident would occur. Once they were in the special room with the flashy table, the bot didn't even flinch or react in awe when the table manifested itself. It simply stared at it, studying it right on the spot before looking back at the Hyuuga. She wanted them to wear suits, and while it seemed rather superficial at first, tactically it would be the better choice. So it didn't say anything and agreed. However, as it received the suit, it didn't bother to go in a changing room, and simply stripped before the princess. It went down to its black boxers and white, sleeveless shirt. Its surprising dexterity allowed it equip itself with the suit quite easily, fitting in like a glove.

"Inconspicuous. I commend your meticulousness."

It complimented the Hyuuga before brushing its finger on the table as if it already knew how to use it. Manipulating the hologram with ease, it selected various options so that they would have a mansion manifested before them. Various dots would form on different spots of the building and a list of events was enumerated on the upper left hand corner. With that done, the robot started to talk with its typical, monotone voice.

"Now. We will be meeting with the head of the Tonaka. This operation will work under the guise of Hiro making a diplomatic contact with the influential family of the Earth Kingdom."

It clicked on a couple of different slots, revealing the profiles of two individuals in particular. They were their targets and a large amount of information about their past and current appearance were visible.

"The head of the family, Cho, and his daughter, Fi, are our targets. In Cho's personal bedroom, three rooms down to the meeting lounge we'll be in, is where the Tonaka Talisman is said to be. Mister Gin's Hidden Mist Ability will be immensely useful here. Hiro will locate the Talisman with her Byakugan. Mister Gin will head straight for the daughter, said to be in the neighboring room. I will eliminate those in the lounge. Once done, you will each plant a bomb. We cannot afford any traces left behind. Any questions?"


N.C.4


Ikana





The 11th Corp - Concealed Outlet N°47


Deep within the Downtown Naruto, businesses creep with customers hoping to beat the others with the same idea of departing during odd hours in order to avoid getting to wait in line. All these commercial outlets of any sector were roaring with activity and revenue, all except for one in this busy street of Akimichi Avenue. A shop only known as Kiba & Son was closed with boarded up windows and a rusty door, quite an ugly contrast compared to the marketing endeavors most shop owners went through to have their joint a lot more attractive that it would normally be. It was reported to be closed for almost a year now, only rarely do these doors ever open to let in some shady looking mustached man who would quickly enter and then leave as if he was delivering something. But that was only during night times, which only caught the eyes of a few old owls who didn't know better than to mind their own business.

Today, that same strange looking man wearing a tench coat and a fedora went in this shop in broad daylight, capturing the attention of multiple locals who were simply flabbergasted by this otherwise irrelevant fact. He didn't come out as fast this time, and all they were wondering was when he would come out, little did they know just what this forsaken building held. Within the abandoned walls of the forgotten shop was a large, empty room with a metal chair in the center and a table at the far right, quite a distance from the chair itself. Black stains were smeared all over the concrete floor and walls, but seemed to date back from an extended period of time. The table was covered in chains and various cutting weapons, nothing like a surgery type, but more of a construction oriented tool set. On the chair sat what the man was looking for.

A quiet N.C.4 sat lifeless, head facing the floor and its entire body perfectly motionless, not even a simple nudge to breathe. Once the man entered within ten meters of the robot, it abruptly lifted its head to face the man, fixating him with the most widened eye he had likely seen in his life. The robot was trying to recognize the individual, and did so quite quickly as it got up just a second after that heart sinking look and proceeded to walk over to the table covered in tools. No words were exchanged, just that simply look sufficed. As it reached the table, it glanced over at the wall before it, only to have a small lamp turn on to reveal a mirror in which it acknowledged its flawless face. No impurities, no scars, just its trademark bags. All was flawless except for a minuscule red dot on its neck. Realizing this, it grabbed a handkerchief on the table and simply scrubbed it away with very precise and graceful movements.

"Hyuuga Chihiro is her name. The Tiers Person is Gin Kakiyama. Clear?"

The emotionless humanoid paused for a second, before reaching to turn off the lamp. It turned to face the man, the same cold expression on its face as the bot approached him. The man didn't flinch, but he didn't seem at ease around this creature. N.C.4 would stop a meter away from the man before giving a strangely curious look toward the empty wall behind the man.

"A Princess, a Foreigner and Something. It would make a lucrative children's story, Mister Kura."

With these bizarre yet possibly quite business savvy comment, Junshiro departed from the area, leaving the shady man to leave as he wanted. All business owners nearby couldn't believe their minds as they suddenly saw someone randomly leave the place, someone they hand never seen. But as the most curious peered out of the comfort zone to catch a better glimpse of the individual, they had vanished in the crowd.




The Hyuuga Compound


After a good hour walk, N.C.4 finally reached the peak of the hill where the compound was known to be. With its enhanced sight, it could already recognize the silhouette of the elegant looking heir of the noblest clan of Konoha. Sprinting toward her was a strange looking individual, and it it weren't for Junshiro's powerful ability to process visual information, he would have had his legs severed before even the explosion of blood could tarnish a simple square centimeter of the Princess' dress. N.C.4's first priority was insuring Chihiro's survival as long as the mission was active, which was the case the moment it was "activated". Assessing him as a minimum threat, even if he was somewhat hostile, the Hyuuga had the power to hold him at bay.

N.C.4 approached the young lady at its own, slow rhythm without any form of interruption and keeping a perfectly regular gait. Its figure screeched elegance coupled with a mysterious sensation, one that made it seem barely human from the get go. It could be the fact that it didn't look female nor male, and this went beyond appearances but also non-verbal communication. Once at nine meters exactly from the Princess, likely enraged at this point by the pervert, N.C.4 knelled with one leg and bowed to the royalty.

"Princess Chihiro. It is a great honor, please forgive my modest attire. I am Junshiro, I will insure your safety and well being throughout this operation."

It would get back up after announcing its identity with a completely monotone voice before giving the cold and emotionless glance it continuously gave to anything it interacted with. Unlike the girl, it simply had a skin tight, turtle neck sweater with black jeans and boots, leaving only its pale white face and hands exposed. It remained stiff, body completely straight, as it waited for Gin to manifest his presence as well as the acknowledgement of the Princess before continuing. It was not going to waste time, but it knew perfectly well its place before the person is was tasked to work with, as illogical as it seemed to it.
@Kimono The whole chat knew, stfu.
@Kimono As long as it doesn't some how grow accustomed to pain-level summons, I don't see anymore glaring issues really. You got my OK for the powers.
Subject 332 - Parkinson





Things seemed to cool down after Doc had taken command and gave the tour they were aiming for from the start, quite a contrast compared to what had just happened. The violent event didn't really scar Parkinson's mind like it seemed to do in Sony's, which made the blonde whimper in sympathy for the bubbly female, but something just kept her back from tending to the traumatized individual. She didn't feel comfortable approaching her, or at least around the others, plus someone else was tasked to handle her. Parkinson didn't want to seem like some kind of attention wanting tryhard, and as such refrained from expressing anything whatsoever than what she slipped out while acknowledging the event.

She followed the group, staying in front this time right next to Doc during the entire visit of their new home. The tall blonde felt at ease around this figure of authority for some reason, despite him being a male. She didn't trust him, that's for sure, but her natural instinct to follow a well instilled leader simply took over. Andarta, however, wouldn't help but pester her for no reason she could actually recall. Despite her attempts to shrug off the titan, she came back for more, seemingly unable to take a hint. This of course slowly purged the adrenaline in Parkinson's body that relieved her from her series of headaches.

Why me ... Whyyyyy ...?

She only gave the amazon the most basic of negative replies, uninterested in engaging in a longing conversation with the woman. Finally, the giant's attention span reached its tiny limit and she ran off to do whatever, it wasn't like Parkinson was going to stick around to find out. Doc had released them, and she could barely acknowledge most of what he said as her head pains continuously plagued her cognitive capabilities. Hand pressed against her left temple, she once again tried to relieve it, but it vain, and the concept of adrenaline was still one that flew right over her mind for some strange reason. She was probably afraid of reliving the idea of physically hurting.

When freed, she noticed that in the normal hang out lounge there were quarters with basic beds for them to rest on. She had never seen a bed in her life, but they seemed comfortable and would maybe be the solution to her current problems. She looked both directions, making sure her overly annoying and loud colleague wasn't around to see where she'd run away to. Swiftly, Parkinson jumped on one of the beds and marveled in the concept of physical comfort. Her head felt at ease when lying on a pillow and her body quickly went numb when her almost automatically when into a resting state. She even figured out the wonders of bed covers that prevented her from being cold like before.

"This is so ... Sublime. Nothing can get me n- No. Please."

She whispered to herself before being interrupted by Andarta's obnoxiously loud voice echoing through the nearby area. Parkinson curled up in a fetal position, praying that the nightmare would go away.

Parky.

Parks.

Blondie.

Nope. No way. This isn't happening.


Three nicknames in one go, something Parkinson couldn't bear any longer. She already had two names, why making it anymore confusing than it already is? Parkinson's rationale blocked off this kind of playful and affectionate concept, wanting to be as clear and concise as possible when talking with these people she was already so uncomfortable with. She got off her bed, walked up to the sounds that the female was making. She was talking to Sony and the tattoo kid she found strange from the get go. Andarta was looking for Parkinson, and Parkinson wanted to be clear with Andarta. So they both got their wish.

"Hey. You. It's Parkinson. P-A-R-K-I-N-S-O-N. Or 332, 3-3-2. Not Parky. Not Parks. And ABSOLUTELY NOT Blondie! Got it, AN-DAR-TA?"

She aggressively exclaimed as she approached the group, though the target of her focus was most obviously the giant she referred to. When she finished her little fit, which seemed somewhat a lot less hostile than she hoped it would appear, she crossed her arms. There was a slight vibe of awkwardness in her posture, Parkinson seemed nervous but also quite vulnerable as she looked up to the much taller female, almost in submission. It was like a tiny dog barking its throat out to tall person, it appeared more cute than anything else to people like Andarta, heck even those watching would likely find this rather comedic.
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