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And so the 11th Corp Sheet is complete, shedding some light as to what the hell they are and where they be hiding.



The Hokage elected almost immediately after Mariko's resignation, he was more or less the "default" Hokage meant to maintain someone at the peak of executive power and keep some control over the village's actions. Although praised for representing the diversity of Konoha's modern population by being the first Hokage with pure Kumo heritage (though he was born in Konoha), his performances could be considered stagnant to say the least. His predecessor gained the title of worst Hokage the village had ever known, but he did not take as many initiatives as she did, making it less damaging for public opinion and the city's finances.

Some good things came from his reign, however, as he managed to strengthen international relations even more and ease exchanges in terms of people (shinobi exchange programs) and trade opportunities. Economically the leaf had known a slightly growth, but socially the plague of Downtown and the never ending complaints of the people often fell at deaf's ears. It didn't help that he was part of these Hokage who were not renown for being one of the stronger individuals of the shinobi line but simply someone with a lot of popular backup. His credibility hit an all time low the year of his assassination.

Ayame and Fujitora Choko, two individuals close to him, have seized the chance in changing the ways work in the village and promptly assassinated Zeno 12.5 years into his mandate. He will go down as the third Hokage who died in battle as he was on the throne, second to be assassinated in front of his people. His legacy is still to be determined as only history will judge his actions in the long run.




Aoi Don Maquia


Welcome Home!





The two former colleagues and friends were finally comfortable and seated, able to discuss their many adventures life had brought upon them during the period they had not seen each other. Daisuke promptly responded with clear detail as to what happened to him during that time he was absent and away from the village. Aoi could only frown when the death of his parents was mentioned in his explanation for she remembered quite well Mister and Misses Yama. She didn't feel too bad toward the fact that they were dead, by the time she'd be desensitized by all the deaths that occurred ever since she was promoted to Chuunin. The clown did however feel noticeably bad for Daisuke, after all he had lost people close to him, something Aoi wished would never happen to her ever.

"Awwh, I'm sorry Dai-Senpai... You okay?"

This shed of concern would quickly turn into an expression drenched in perplexity and confusion when the question of the village emerged in their conversation. Daisuke had been notified of a possible shift in paradigm of the massive leaf village to the point where his curiosity pushed him to ask this question right away. Aoi poked her lower lip as she contemplated the subject, unsure as to how she should approach it, especially with how she behaved the day before when Ayame brought Amegakure to Konoha's front door. He then followed with the reason why he came to the chaotic mansion in the first place: He needed a bunch of forms filled to be officially a working shinobi again, much like the reason why she was here in the first place. She'd basically have to do two of them at once, not that it was a problem because it would definitely beat having to come back and do one at a time.

"Erm, one sec, lemme get something and I'll get you all sorted~"

She skipped out of the lounge, leaving Daisuke alone as it slowly filled with random Jonin who wanted their morning coffee or just checked their mail boxes to see if they received anything. Luckily for Aoi, the secretary she waited for had just arrived and would pass her the documents she required to complete Chokashi's final papers as well as a fresh set of forms for Daisuke. When she'd return into the Jonin break room, she'd be seen walking on her hands while the docs were being held by her shoes. Fortunately for everyone, her mucus powers would have shed the dirt on her feet before she had done such a stunt. She was always one to display her grand tricks to everyone when she could. Now with everything set, she'd take the same seat she had beforehand, a pen in her left hand and a solid magazine serving as support basis to write on. Since Daisuke was here, she'd start with him.

"So Senpai, just gimme your motivations for leaving and your previous ID and I'll do the rest~"

She'd tell her friend as she started to write down bits of information she already knew about him such as name, age, birthplace, location of graduation and so on. Her hand writing was somewhat grotesque, typical of someone who never quite new how to master neither reading nor writing, but at least she could do it. The harlequin would however prove to be rather efficient at multitasking between filling out more complex information and discussing things at the same time.

"And like ... I don't know if you heard but Zeno-Kage was murdered yesterday. Yup yup, we tried to save him but Ayame-sama and Fujitora-sama had already planned everything. So now they run the place and it rains all the time now ... I don't know what it means but Konoha feels kinda weird now ... Oh! I'll also need a recent picture of you! Especially if you stay bald~"

She seemed a bit more hesitant with her tone when she spoke of the recent events, likely due to how she felt about it still. Aoi still didn't quite understand what was going on herself, but she could at least brief Daisuke on the events and let him make his own conclusions. All the while she crossed many options on the forms, some that involved psychological evaluations and such. Usually they would need to evaluate the condition of the person coming back, but most never really did it if the returner was a loyal shinobi from the beginning and justified the leave from the start. She obviously finished with a positive touch, as she always did in her speech pattern.
@Eviledd1984 Okay Edd, there are two glaring issues right off the bat:

1) Use the format of the Character Sheet. This means every code in it by viewing the raw version of it.

2) You have to make a Chuunin character first. You have the amount of jutsu as reference.

@Akashi Mayhiro will review your sheet when this is done.
@Eviledd1984 Dude, post your CS in the OOC for grading, THEN you post it in the char bin. o;


Aoi Don Maquia


Good Morning Rain!





The previous day was almost a blur to Aoi, sure she remembered most of it but couldn't recall why she behaved the way she did, especially toward Akio. The next morning she had to get up early, but these thoughts that slowly morphed into regret kept her mind in shambles and thus the night wasn't too grandiose. When the sun began to rise, she awoke while leaving her lover to have a prolonged rest, especially after what happened the other day. Quickly packing her things and dressing up as any clown-Jonin hybrid would, colorful but formal. As she stepped out of hr home, she noticed that the rain was still here, and yes she could hit it bang on the roof and the windows, but the drops were just as thick as the time when Ayame summoned the drizzle. The effects were not the same on Aoi anymore, the clown didn't have the shocked reaction as she did the day before. No, it lacked the brutality and the symbol, it just felt like rain at this point. Grabbing an umbrella left hanging on a raincoat, she'd proceeded to go do what she had to do.

She had to get to the Hokage's mansion early today, apparently bureaucratic duties were not entirely cancelled despite the blatant coup d'Etat that occurred less than 24 hours ago. She wasn't in a hurry though, her rendez-vous wasn't one with a fixed appointment but there was a deadline for her, so she got up extra early to meet that limit without any issues, something quite responsible for someone like her. There were a lot less people on the street and a lot more shinobi on guard at the outskirts and the heavily frequented areas of the city. It didn't strike Aoi too much, but such details couldn't just be ignored by her ninja spirit. Finally arriving at the quite large Hokage residence, she skipped down a couple of neighboring buildings and hopped down to land on her feet, the umbrella slowly drifting down over her before she'd catch it by standing back normally. Just about that time, her phone vibrated. When the name of her lover popped out, she felt somewhat disinterested in opening it, mainly because she already knew what it was going to say. It made her feel bad deep down, that'd she'd be left alone, especially after what happened, but she kept it to herself for now.

The building had just opened and the peace and quiet the mansion would usually have was quickly overwhelmed by the flood of people wanting to drop complaints or express their concerns about x thing. A lot seemed quite deluded to the fact that the Hokage spot was usurped, many just coming here for the daily grind or similar mundane things. Aoi was here for typical Jonin work, getting papers done to get Genin and Chuunin formalized and ready for whatever the council wanted them for. Today the harlequin had to fill out forms regarding a certain Akimichi who needed his Chuunin papers reevaluated before being sent to future missions. Apparently a heir of some sort, but that detail didn't matter, what mattered was that the required secretary was late. Again. Aoi waited, as always, and quickly got bored to the point where the lines in the tiling became a lot more interesting than her. And thus the line game came to be: She had to dodge every line as she walked from left to right, back and forth to kill time.

In the midst of her silly antics, an astonishingly familiar voice echoed through her mind. A voice she hadn't heard since at least highschool. At first she looked around the crowd of people lined up at the front desk, barely recognizing anyone. But with the second more powerful call, she'd capture a glimpse of a very tall, bald man she didn't recognize at all at first. But by associating two ideas together, a name finally emerged in her tiny, clueless mind.

"Daisuke-Senpai?"

She asked with a grimace that translated dumb confusion more than anything else as she fixated the man for a brief moment. Her head tilted to the right as she thoroughly assessed just what was going on. But finally, upon seeing his distinct facial structure and the fact that very few were as tall as him around these parts, the reality of the situation struck her head like an Akimichi rushing to the nearest BBQ restaurant.

"Senpai?! What the where were y-... WHERE IS YOUR HAIR?!"

Her eyes widened when Daisuke's status of cueball was as confirmed as Half-Hidan 3. She rushed toward him before performing the inevitable 'glomp', or better known as a hug tackle for the hermits nearby, attempting to squeeze the life out of the male despite his big size. Her small arms wouldn't be able to do half his circumference, but it didn't matter it was her Senpai after all. Looking up at him, she seemed overwhelmed by joy to see him.

"Wow it's been so long! Where the heck were you?! Hey let's talk at erm... The lounge yeah! I can help you too ya want~"

She proposed as she tugged on the man's forearm, attempting to drag him over to the nearby Jonin lounge where coffee was shared and couches were abused by the slackers. She didn't have doubts that he'd follow, anywhere would likely be better than this never ending line. Once inside, she'd quickly jump on the free couch since there was barely any staff member around considering the recent circumstances. She tapped on a spot next to her, inviting the man to sit.

"C'mon! Tell all about your life, I'm in a gossipy mood right now so be ready boi-senpai!"









The cold eyes of N.C.4 seemed to show complete apathy toward what Chihiro was trying to communicate in regards to Gin's value as a comrade and human being. To the robot, he was a sacrificial tool from the start and this outcome was more than just anticipated by the board, let alone the being capable of calculating probabilities. N.C.4 was almost fazing out Chihiro's pleas with a much different thought process at this point as it evaluated their current possibilities. Considering they had seemingly shrugged off one of the assailants and the other was much farther away where Gin was, it would be safe to say their area of operations wasn't as thin as it was a few minutes ago. When Chihiro had finished her moral session and Gin promptly confirmed his willingness to sacrifice himself for the good of the mission, the humanoid machine would take the opportunity to remind the Hyuuga of the situation.

"Hiro. Mister Gin is neither from Konoha nor a priority. You and the pendant are. Both he and I will die to exact this objective, like it or not. Perhaps the Quiet Game you eerily speak off may be adequate for such a dire situation, especially if you'd elaborate on it, don't you think?"

N.C.4's obvious lack of sympathy toward Chihiro's convictions would likely encourage the Hyuuga heir even more to act irrationally. As it would be translated with her resulting words and actions. Though she seemed to finally comply with the only sensible alternative, her tone did show an undeniable externality: Her current emotional state. Although a liability wouldn't be the right term, she certainly was a difficulty added to the already deadly dilemma they were confronted to. She wanted to run off, but it wouldn't be hard for the robot to grab her forearm in order to stop her from going any further.

"Do not hasten this, Hiro. I suggest you collect yourself and listen. Feedback is always welcome. The plan is we Henge ourselves and blend into the spooked crowd. They'll likely be unable to differentiate us from the masses and the upcoming local shinobi will provide distractions."

As it announced its train of though, it pulled Chihiro along with it before forming the Kai seal. It had slightly modified its appearance and had itself where a hoodie to appear as inconspicuous as possible in such a shady time of the night. Chihiro would be invited to do the same, a good hood to hide her active Byakugan which would be their best asset in getting away from the scene. Walking through the curious and worried masses that would swarm the nearest representatives of authority for guidance. Panic was also a great tool to get around with, many people rushing and acting irrationally would easily conceal individuals trying to escape. This would be amplified with Yooparai's recent explosive attack to get out of the sewers.

"Keep en eye on them. The Shinobi are visibly closing in on the seismic activity and the explosions. This is good, the perimeter's holes are thicker than ever at this point. We should be able to escape."

As they were nearing the outskirts of town, the darkness of the night would make it easy to get around surveillance, especially with both of them having visual prowess that allowed them to predict patrols from a good distance away. They were nearly out, but it wasn't safe just yet, they still had a long trip ahead of them and given Chihiro's condition, it may be another issue the robot would have to address.
@Callyx We're still accepting yes C:
Yeah sure Go ahead o;
@Eviledd1984 Oh Fuck it's Ed.

But yeah we are, wassup Canadian dickweed?
@Akashi Mayhiro@Lost in my Mind Yeah the fist seems more B rank-ish. It's not that special and is extra weak to lightning, as if being earth alone isn't enough. I'm accepting this char since everything checks out.
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