[Oonakayama Arashi]

Shifting Tides, Investigative Implications TAG. WORDS.  NOTES.

Moment Music There were few pleasantries in a country that lacked certain resources that could be enjoyed publicly by all. Water, having to replenish and cherish as though it were a jewel, was something that every Sunagakure villager knew had to be shared and limited in it's waste. Plumbing wasn't an issue, it was that it was required for any community to sustain itself and to thrive in the desert. That meant that everyone had to do their part in conserving it for the next person to enjoy. Of course, that didn't stop most people from not being considerate on accident. As Arashi finished adjusting her towel across her body, she'd release a breath of satisfaction as there was nothing better than a long soak after a day of work and training. A process she had increased effectively as of late. More than that, she didn't like waiting till she returned home to enjoy it. Better to do so just after, to feel the coolness of the air right after dipping her skin in the warming waves. Of course, she had to be cautious even here since water and the sand attached to her flesh never had been a good mixture. She'd usually take a shower and call it good, but today was special as it had been an extremely stressful series of unfortunate events that had surged through that day. Test scores from her group had strangely dipped, her students seeming to have found a way to forget basic stealth functions. Being chewed out by the acting Head Instructor on such an incident, which had led to her lashing out at a girl who had been absent due to her father being ill. Which would then be followed by her working out her frustration in combat and her managing to not only rip her favorite jacket, but it was so bad that the man who usually repaired it for her had stated that it would take at least a week to get the materials to fix it. Honestly, Arashi couldn't have had a worst day if she tried actively to pursue it. Still, she was nearly tempted to return back to the water just to float within it...strangely enough... "Why don't I just do that? Not like I need to be home for a while..." As she considered this, her eyes shifting from one side to the next, she'd soon turn back around as she passed one girl upon her reentry, seeming to be running out in a panic as though she had saw something. Though briefly surprised, Arashi figured it was likely her having forgot something and continued inside. Yet as she did so, her eyes would catch what looked to be a man's face, his grin held wide as he looked at her and then back at what he had in his hands. Arashi could only stare in shock, a nervous smile crossing over her face as she just looked up. "Oh....ya gotta be kiddin?!" From there, the man just continued to look at her, prompting the young woman to scream as she pointed toward the fleeing man as he began to rapidly race outside, moving passed the shutters as he disappeared into the night. Though the scream from Arashi was likely so piercing that it followed right along after him. SPOILER: Click to show -S.A Used- -Jutsu Used- -Items Used-

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[Zakku Burokon]

// Zakku //

Headed for eternity and destined for nothing
The future isn't difficult to see
It's easy to confuse grand design with life's repercussions
Lament not your vanquished fantasy
It's only destiny

 Oonakayama Arashi

Zakku stared at his arm and made a fist.  It'd been awhile after the Exams and his arm had long since healed but he could still feel the sting every time he looked at the scar.  Ayukawa slamming him to the exam room floor then snapping his arm.  He shuttered at the memory and pushed it back out of his mind.  

He needed to soak.  His position was currently under review and the stress had gotten to him.  He had rolled a fresh blunt for the occasion intending to enjoy it by himself.  Zakku tucked it behind his ear and draped his hair over his ear hiding it.  "Tonight's gonna be a good night."  

Just as Zakku reached the door it flung open and someone shoved him back.  Zakku fell back as the person ran by holding a towel laughing and giggling.  Then came the shriek that send chills down Zakkus spine.  He didn't recognize the voice but it felt familiar.  Pulling himself up he walked into the bath house to be met with a scream and a wash bucket to the face.  "THE PERVERT HAS RETURNED!"

The bucket smashed over his face.  The pieces fell with him as he fell backwards into the sand.  "What did I do?"  Zakku landed on his butt once again just as a wave of wash buckets came rocketing out of the open doorway and at the for once innocent shinobi.  Zakku curled up in a ball letting the buckets hit him and around him.  "WHAT DID I DO!?!"
  

[Oonakayama Arashi]

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Arashi's scream may as well have been a war cry as each female still within the bath house seemed to respond to the noise as a beacon. Upon explaining just what it was that she saw, the girls were quick to arm themselves. Most with brushes and buckets, but some with their own shinobi gear and rather sharp daggers. In truth, it may have seemed extreme, but even Arashi had brandished her Fuma-Shuriken from her very flesh as they began their hunt. While she imagined that the stranger was now long gone, another scream seemed to speak the opposite as it appeared that the intruder had returned. As the others rushed to the entrance, they would begin their assault as Arashi lingered back and pieced together just what they knew. The peeping tom had left out the window, so it seemed odd that he would manage to appear out at the entrance again if not to be a glutton for punishment. Or an idiot... Yet as she managed to reach the area of attack, she'd see the familiar face, balled up into a curling defensive, and realize that this wasn't the person they were after. In fact, despite previous acts similar, he wasn't involved at all in this matter. "Whoa woah! Easy ladies! This isn't the guy!" Arashi moved in to intercept, her toweled frame standing between the group and Zakku as she began to kneel down and help him up to his feet just as the final brush would fly to hit him upside the head. "Least it better not be...." Helping Zakku up, she'd look back at the females that were clearly out for blood, and then back at Zakku as a means to check to be sure he was alright. While Arashi had few friends, the ones she did have were important to her. She trusted them enough to know that they wouldn't do anything too outlandish. Of course, there was a chance that they'd do it anyway just to get their kicks. Still, it was their lives after all... "Wow...they really fucked ya up..." As she rose back to her feet, her hand resting at her side as the other clenched the large throwing star, the other females would begin to move back into the bath house as she released a breath with a calm expression. "Someone was peeking inside the bath house and took off with I'm guessin three pairs of panties and a towel...ya happen to see em?" Arashi declined to mention that one of those undergarments were hers, figuring that it was best saved for later. After all, there was creepy pervert on the loose... SPOILER: Click to show -S.A Used- -Jutsu Used- -Items Used-

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[Zakku Burokon]

// Zakku //

Headed for eternity and destined for nothing
The future isn't difficult to see
It's easy to confuse grand design with life's repercussions
Lament not your vanquished fantasy
It's only destiny

 Oonakayama Arashi

Zakku let out a sigh of relief as Arashi came to his aide.  "Thanks Arashi-san."  He accepted the help and let out a yelp as the final brush struck him in the head.  He rubbed the side of his head feeling a bump slowly form under his blue hair.  "I'm starting to think ever girl in this village has to get me hurt at least once to be full fledge citizen of Suna.  That's what I'm telling myself after the Exams."

Shaking the cobwebs out of his head the shinobi pointed down the street.  "A dude ran out here laughing to himself."  He finally got a look at Arashis attire at quickly looked away down the street as a blush quickly covered his cheeks.  "If you're gonna pursue him do you wanna change first or would you like to borrow my jacket?"  

Zakku was confident in his ability to catch up to the guy but he couldn't see him.  He pulled his school jacket off his t-shirt and offered it to Arashi.  "I also think you'd like to use two hands to teach this gentleman a thing or two."
  

[Oonakayama Arashi]

Shifting Tides, Investigative Implications TAG.Zakku Burokon Tachibana Miori WORDS.  NOTES.

"Look at it this way...least they didn't pull out the Kunai..." Shrugging her shoulders, her curse marks would glow briefly across her tan skin as she caused the Fuma-Shuriken in her hand to fade back into the seal on her palm. It appeared that the Chunin was no worse for wear, though she imagined that if they didn't find the person responsible soon, that could just as easily change. In the panic state that the others were in, they would very well have raised him up and thrown him out into the desert if it meant making someone pay for what just happened. Herself right along with them... Of course, the mention of him having seen someone run off laughing did at least give them a clue as to who they were looking for. Of course, she'd also have to use what she could remember from his description, which was vague at best. "I only caught a brief look at the guy...dark hair...wide grin and blue eyes..." Crossing her arms over her chest, she'd cup one hand beneath her face as she stood out there beside Zakku, blinking as it seemed that something had prompted him to look away. "What?" With a blank expression, Arashi would listen to him mention if she would like to change or take his jacket, prompting her to remember that at this moment, she was standing out in the open in nothing but a towel across her body. Recalling this, her expression would shift to one of slight embarrassment, her eyes wide as she felt her cheeks starting to burn as she then saw the sight of Zakku's jacket being held out toward her, leading to him state how she might want to use both hands to get this guy. "Um...heh heh...thanks..." Drawing the coat jacket over her person, the female would quickly rush back inside, the other females still glaring at Zakku as he was still their only suspect next to the suggestion of some other guy running around the village. Though upon Arashi's return, now fully dressed and adjusting her crimson jacket across her shoulders, the group seemed to be huddling together at the entrance as Arashi went toward them to speak. It was only for a moment, but it would likely feel as though they were putting the young man on trial on the spot. Yet upon their release, the girls would then move back inside, leaving Arashi to approach Zakku as she extended her hand out with his jacket to return. "They're sayin that if we don't find this supposed peeping tom in the next few hours their gonna report ya as the culprit...I said it wasn't you, but they have you pegged as the guy..." Brushing her hair back, she'd soon reach both hands into her pockets as she released a breath. SPOILER: Click to show -S.A Used- -Jutsu Used- -Items Used-

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[Tachibana Miori]

Are you kidding? What Heist were you watching?

Did you notice that he threw you in the garbage? I stopped the van. The remote control was in my hand!

Ah the bathhouse. Refreshing, a place to relax and get clean. Most people went here after a bad day, some getting a little too indulgent in their off time. This was a safe place, a public haven from the troubles outside. Which meant when there was screaming, sounds of disarray and chaos, things were interesting. They were especially interesting when Miori wasn't the cause of it. However, there was... one issue. She  knew one of the voices. One should never ever make someone who Miori knew scream in genuine terror.


Leaping from building to building, on the back of Sevens no less, the sight would certainly be interesting. A giant of puppet with an almost fully grown woman on its back, walking into a bathhouse looking like she was going to kill something. As she walked through, a seeming army of girls would turn the corner to see Sevens and Miori. Almost instinctually the girls went to throw their 'weapons' before the more knowledgeable shinobi stopped them. "....Tsueno?"


Normally Miori would brag about how close her puppet was to the original, as far as she knew. But the only answer anyone would get now was: "Where is Arashi?" After receiving directions Miori would rush to her location, not even thinking to ask why everyone was so jumpy. Of course they'd be on edge, Arashi just screamed bloody murder. Miori would find herself stopping in time to see a toweled Arashi helping a beaten Zakku off the floor. "Sounds about right." She'd respond to his comment, before talking about a man fleeing the bathhouse all too giddily. Ah, a peeper. This was why she returned the favor.


Although seeing Zakku blush was… new. True he was the least crude of their group, but he wasn't one to get flustered as far as Miori remembered. Hell he was the most chill member of team 3. How long was he on the wall for? "She could also just use transformation jutsu." As per usual, Miori's suggestions for alternative plans were weird. As the… vague description was given, Miori at least took solace in the fact that blue eyes were already a rarity in the world, even more so in Sunagakure.


As the trial occurred, Miori would stay with Zakku. She didn't really belong in the forming inquisition, given she had done the same thing to boys multiple times. To be fair I was because of guys like this that she did so, but a lot of people objected the eye for an eye mentality. Besides, the debate was pointless. Zakku's eyes were green.



As Arashi returned, Miori got down from her puppet, looking at the two she was going to help today. "So punch anyone looking particularly happy with blue eyes, got it."

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[Zakku Burokon]

// Zakku //

Headed for eternity and destined for nothing
The future isn't difficult to see
It's easy to confuse grand design with life's repercussions
Lament not your vanquished fantasy
It's only destiny

 Oonakayama Arashi

Zakku rubbed his wrists looking at Miori.  His green eyes traced over Mioris as he fully took in how much she'd grown up.  Now not hidden under their warm clothes Zakku could see how much his team mate had grown.  He still saw her as the hyper little girl who was thrown onto their team.  That seemed like only yesterday.  As Arashi broke the news about the girls inside blaming Zakku he let out a sigh and crossed his arms,  "Well it's beginning to sound like things are back to normal around here."  

Reaching up the blue haired shinobi touched his blunt and let out a sigh of relief.  At least it survived.  A snort escaped his lips at Mioris suggestion.  "I'm actually not totally against that idea dudettes."  

Zakku stretched out his legs as he tied his jacket around his waist.  "We'll follow your lead Arashi-San."  Zakku gave a quick devil horn with his hand.  Zakku was usually the leader with Miori but he trusted Arashi to make better decisions than him.  If it were up to him he'd have sent them back into the bath house and caught up to the guy.  The evil things he'd do to satisfy his bloodlust made the corner of his mouth start to turn up until he brought his thoughts back to the current situation.  

[Oonakayama Arashi]

Shifting Tides, Investigative Implications TAG.Zakku Burokon Tachibana Miori WORDS.  NOTES.

Seeing Miori here at least added more to the need for assistance in all of this. With a nod and a smile, she'd then quickly return to the task at hand. After all, they were running against a clock. While she knew that Zakku had some bad habits, he had done a lot of changing over the last few years. He had even become a Chunin as well, which meant that he had learned a lot about taking responsibility and being what the village needed him to be in their representation. Of course, that wouldn't mean much if he got blamed for something that he didn't even do... As she looked over toward Miori at her comment that all they needed to do now was find the guy with the grin and blue eyes, Arashi would then smirk with a nod before then hearing Zakku state that they would be following her lead. That alone prompted the female to blink as she scratched the side of her face with her finger tip. "Um...yea...I would if I had the slightest idea what I was lookin for in behavior...I can send out sand to pick up the number of bodies moving about, but it won't mean much if we nab the wrong guy...." Sadly, Arashi not gotten enough time to pick up his scent, and it was likely to be drowned out by the number of odors that were surrounding the bathhouse. Perfumes, natural body smells, everything cluttered that range to make it near impossible for her to pick up something that might draw them out of a crowd. "Sure...there are few people in the village that have blue eyes, but that don't make em all perverts..." Crossing her arms over her chest, she'd cup her hand beneath her face as she shook her head. "We need someone who knows just how they would think...if we had that kind of profile, we could figure out their next move and catch em in the act...but I ain't seen Nezumi in a while...and your on the straight and narrow..." Gesturing toward Zakku, her expression would shift to a calm one as she then waved her hand to the side. "Not sayin thats a bad thing though Zak...just that we need a pervert...to track a pervert..." In saying this, Arashi would then sigh as her hands moved to her pockets as she looked over toward Miori and then closed her eyes. "Though the hell if I know where to find one..." SPOILER: Click to show -S.A Used- -Jutsu Used- -Items Used-

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[Tachibana Miori]

Are you kidding? What Heist were you watching?

Did you notice that he threw you in the garbage? I stopped the van. The remote control was in my hand!

Miori would stifle a laugh at Zakku's comment about things returning to normal. Admittedly a part of her desperately wanted that. Far too much had changed recently. Miori lived on her own, team three was disbanded, her friends were rarely around anymore. The only constant was the reaction to Miori's spiderness. How she wished she could go back to having a squad. Weekly pranks. A sister.


The idea of just beating up anyone with blue eyes was sadly shot down. But it was an order from Arashi so it shall be obeyed. But then came the planning. As the conversation went further on, Miori's serious and mildly sarcastic expression faded to a dull stare. Boy Arashi was not being subtle here. With a sigh Miori would have her puppet turn as she lead the group away towards the room Arashi was in. "Follow me. Also: EVERYONE OUT OF THE ROOM!"

Miori would call out as she lead to a small side door to the side of the bath house's room. "These are supposed to be used by staff to deliver supplies more efficiently. Buuut you can use them around this time because no one needs to restock yet. So you can peep. They all lead to the supply area though, and the only exit out of there is… well through the front desk. Although if I was caught peeping I'd want to make it seem as though I never even left a room. Chances are he had a crowded bathroom, slipped out, and now is slipping back into of the rooms, trying to be inconspicuous. Speaking of..." Miori would explain in all too vivid detail. As she did she'd also quickly preform a series of hand signs, tapping Sevens as the puppet transformed into a copy of her, before both transformed into tall staff members, one man and woman. "I'm technically banned here, so may as well." Miori would then glance at Zakku. "If anyone asks, reverse tag-along." She'd say, naming one of team there's old tactics. Tag-along was a strategy wear team three would sneak into places by pretending to be a with a higher ranked shinobi. Hopefully he'd figure out what the reverse is.

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[Zakku Burokon]

// Zakku //

Headed for eternity and destined for nothing
The future isn't difficult to see
It's easy to confuse grand design with life's repercussions
Lament not your vanquished fantasy
It's only destiny

 Oonakayama Arashi

"I think they're well aware we're here dudette."  Zakku crossed his arms staring at both Mioris.  "Why are you banned-Nevermind.  Chances are he's hiding out at the...Glory House."  He rubbed his eyes as he remembered information he'd tried to forget. 

Zakku had been trying to stay on the straight and narrow but it seemed like every time he tried to get away he was pulled back in.  "It's where you go to do the nasty either with someone or by yourself.  It's three blocks from our old club house.  Into the deeper part of the abandoned area."  Rubbing his arms lightly he looked away guilty himself of visiting the house. 

"We should go now while we have the time.  Our peeping tom might not last very long."  Zakku looked over his shoulder at the the glares of women who clutched their towels tightly and held baskets at the ready.  "I also think they haven't started the next barrage on me because you two are here."

Zakku got hit with a brush and jumped slightly.  "THAT'S IT SEE YOU AT THE CLUBHOUSE!  GRIND WIRE!"  Zakku surged with electrical energy and with a loud crack he ran out of the bath house and down the road headed for the old team 3 clubhouse.  


Jutsu Used:

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NAME: Raiton: Densen Kensaku [Lightning Release: Grind Wire]
RANK: C
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Raiton
DESCRIPTION:
Implying the user knows the water walking and tree-climbing techniques. By placing one foot in from of the other, as if tight-rope walking, one preforms the handsigns, focusing chakra into the soles of their feet, also emitting an equal amount of chakra into the ground. As the handsigns are released, the user lets the chakra stored in their feet to release, forming a tunnel-like static field, propelling them along faster than most humans can run. However, any obstacles slowly decrease the field, and any metal inside of the field easily cancels the technique. Note that it also doesn't work on water, and must be canceled for one to stand.

    

[Oonakayama Arashi]

Shifting Tides, Investigative Implications TAG.Zakku Burokon Tachibana Miori WORDS.  NOTES.

Everyone had to have hobbies, this much was true for any person if you wanted to survive in a world where you were made to defend a village since you were old enough to speak. Though upon seeing Miori's, Arashi could only allow her hand to rise up to her face, gently sliding it down as she felt her energy being sucked from it. It was as though she had literally made friends with the very people that were at the center of most of the problems in Sunagakure, and it had happened without her even realizing it. Perhaps out of common interest or simply due to her inner desire to be a deviant. In the end, it was good that the blonde had managed to get all the other girls out of the room as to display this little secret, though now that she had, Arashi had little intention of wanting to bathe here in the future. If anything, she'd take her chances at home after all this and just deal with the crying of her baby brother. Keeping her hand over her face, she'd hear Zakku further explain some of the underground workings of this kind of operation, prompting her to peek up as she held a blank expression. Clearly the undertone wasn't lost upon her, but if these people were truly getting off in these ways, maybe there was a need for some kind of regulation or superior department to look into this. Then again, it wasn't like any of the other villages didn't have something similar. Hell, Arashi had managed to go to some place similar with her sister once in the form of a club. Not that she planned to revisit, but it wasn't completely new to her. Though upon hearing how close it was to the ruins and the supposed club house of the group, she'd shiver for a moment at the thought before then releasing a breath as it appeared that their next location would be to meet up at the old building. "Okay....just...ugh...first off...secondly...GAH!...does anyone just...I don't know...date anymore...or is that like..a missin concept? Zakku was the first to leave, having already regained the attention of his believed to be victims as he took off, leaving Arashi with the newly disguised Miori and Seven. As they would appear at the entrance, watching the blue haired shinobi grind out into the distance, Arashi would keep her stare upon him as she muttered something that only the undercover blonde would hear. "You and me are gonna have a lonnnnngg...LONG...conversation after this...." With that, she'd raise her hand up to summon three sand platforms, creating the clouds of dust beneath them as she soon allowed them all to surge after the male in their pursuit of the truth and the real culprit in the process. SPOILER: Click to show -S.A Used- -Jutsu Used- NAME: Sabaku Fuyū [Sand Suspension] RANK: D CHAKRA USAGE: Very Low-Very High CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu ELEMENT: Jiton DESCRIPTION: Using their chakra enhanced sand, the user creates a platform that supports weight and is able to float, using it as a mean of transportation if needed. Additionally he can increase the size of the platform or create additional ones While starting off as a small frame of no more than 100 pounds of sand, it can increase this to more than 160 pounds, while still managing to support the maximum of 170 pounds. -Items Used-

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[Tachibana Miori]

Are you kidding? What Heist were you watching?

Did you notice that he threw you in the garbage? I stopped the van. The remote control was in my hand!

Both Mioris would stare as her ideas was quickly shot down by Zakku. With a small sigh the two would revert back to their 'normal' selves, two blonde devils ready to attack. With a small sigh the two would watch as Zakku ran off. Turning to the girls in towels both Mioris would shout. "OH KNOCK IT OFF! I AM USING MORE COMMON SENSE THEN YOU MORONS RIGHT NOW, AND I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF WEIRD!" The two spider women would both see as a few items were thrown a them, the real Miori jumping in the way to take the hits. With a glare the likes of daggers, the women would continue to gaze down at Miori.

As per usual, Miori was not welcome here. As sand formed beneath two of the Miori's and Arashi, the two would fly off to the club house. "Go left." She'd say in a deflated tone, guiding Arashi. "We're going towards my old home." With slow directions, Arashi would bring her to the old ruins of Sunagakure. As Arashi would whisper to her, Miori would nod before turning to the other Miori. "Arashi is gonna talk to you about being a pervert later." A comment that would only see Miori look all the more sullen.

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[Zakku Burokon]

// Zakku //

Headed for eternity and destined for nothing
The future isn't difficult to see
It's easy to confuse grand design with life's repercussions
Lament not your vanquished fantasy
It's only destiny

 Oonakayama Arashi

Zakku skidded to a stop just before the old Team 3 clubhouse.  The front door was laying inside the building and he could see things overturned and thrown around.  It hurt him seeing it like this.  His green eyes twitched as they examined the damage.  Eveything had been ransacked since they'd been disbanded and quit coming back.  Zakku was glad he had gotten his stuff before.

He disappeared inside and looked at the familiar grafitti that was beginning to fade.  Zakku spun around to face the other wall and was met with a fresh new slogan. 

TEAM 3 CAN DIE

Zakkus mouth fell open.  Why?  What had they done?  Was this because they were Shinobi?  Zakku tore his gaze away from the message and left the house.  "Fuck em."  He said under his breath as he stuffed the blunt between his lips and lit it taking in a deep inhale waiting on the ladies.

[Oonakayama Arashi]

Shifting Tides, Investigative Implications TAG.Zakku Burokon Tachibana Miori WORDS.  NOTES.

It was clear that sticking around the bath house was not making Miori any friends, but then again, it seemed like they had already made that clear before to the blonde. As the group would speed off into the outskirts of the village, the ride was relatively quiet as Miori gave out directions on where to go since Zakku had gained quite the lead ahead of them. As Arashi listened and made sure to follow, she'd blink for a moment upon hearing how her friend had actually been living out here too. Though as she thought further on it, the female would smirk as she remembered this. "I remember...Heh heh...we were practically neighbors for an entire summer..." Arashi had spent a lot of time out here as well, mostly to try and avoid her family, but also to not deal with the villagers either. Her isolation had been mostly successful until she realized that Miori lived out in the ruins as well. They talked briefly, not all the time. It was enough that she had to deal with Zakku and Nezumi being so close, but Miori as well. It wasn't much, but the companionship was nice...and she didn't feel all alone with that knowledge. Considering how time had changed so much about them, in a way...she had been a part of their group without even realizing it. Even though she felt that she spent a lot of that time being the outsider that just liked to look in on the fun rather than join in. Not trusting anyone... As she looked back over at the blonde, Arashi would release a breath as she raised her brow. "Ya know? Creep factor aside...what ya had set up was pretty badass..." A toothy grin would show upon Arashi's face, soon twisting them around as they would land shortly after. Seeing the blue haired shinobi had already gone inside, Arashi would soon move inside as well. The place had certainly seen better days, though she questioned how they had manage to make their hideout look in anyway like a place with so little. Of course, like most things that were abandoned in the desert, it was definitely targeted for looting. But it also looked like they had left something behind as well...a message that seemed to enrage Zakku enough that he would storm outside to prepare a smoke for himself. "Huh....well thats certainly a sign that someone ain't a fan..." Crossing her arms across her chest, the young woman would walk outside, seeing this display from Zakku before taking the blunt from his lips before gently putting it out with her fingertips. From there, she'd put it back into his top jacket pocket as she began to pace in thought. "Ya said that this...place was three blocks down from here...aside from a clear dislike of Team 3 and some outragous kinks...what else can ya say about them? For one thing...why the hell are they doing exactly the same things that you guys did? Is it supposed to be a frame job or somethin?" That seemed the likely cause, if they were targeting the group specifically. They were more than aware of who they were, and even had set up Zakku so that he would take the fall for it. Perhaps all of them. "It starts to add up that they want you guys to take the heat for all this, though the only way they would do that is to create something so big that you would never be able to live it down..." Could that.... Arashi's face turned red out of the blue, recalling just what was taken from her as she cupped her hand over her mouth. Is...is that why they took my underwear!? SPOILER: Click to show -S.A Used- -Jutsu Used- NAME: Sabaku Fuyū [Sand Suspension] RANK: D CHAKRA USAGE: Very Low-Very High CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu ELEMENT: Jiton DESCRIPTION: Using their chakra enhanced sand, the user creates a platform that supports weight and is able to float, using it as a mean of transportation if needed. Additionally he can increase the size of the platform or create additional ones While starting off as a small frame of no more than 100 pounds of sand, it can increase this to more than 160 pounds, while still managing to support the maximum of 170 pounds. -Items Used-

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[Tachibana Miori]

Are you kidding? What Heist were you watching?

Did you notice that he threw you in the garbage? I stopped the van. The remote control was in my hand!

Miori's disposition improved notably at Arashi's comment. She did remember. Although chances were what she remembered as thier first interaction wasn't the first for Miori. Miori had spent a good month or two just watching the person she would learn to call Arashi from hidden locations for quite a while. Back then, now that she thought of it, she was always on edge. Even thought of the person she'd go on to call sister as a predator of some sort back then. Would have gotten a good drop if her sister hadn't used her bo staff to knock all the tops away. Although chances were that would have just... minorly annoyed Bakuka.

With the compliment, Miori would nod proudly. "If people are gonna peep on me, I'll peep back. It's also how I met a few of my exes." Miori would comment with mild amusement at Arashi's grin. But as their ride would come to the hideout. Zakku was smoking, and... well the hideout had seen better days. In disrepair, and notably wrecked, Miori would stare at the message. As Arashi began theorizing, Mioris disposition changed again. Not happy, but not angry like earlier. Instead it was... exceedingly offended. "Panties.....Panty theft is what they're framing us for." Miori looked... well indignant at the idea. "I have done MUCH worse than panty theft on my own, let alone Team 3 as a whole! Hell I bombed the market place forever ago. I have a feeling causing mass hysteria and people to get trampled would be much much less unforgivable than taking someone's unmentionables."

As he ranting continued, Miori ceased hiding her extra arms, her six limbs coming out in full to motion around her. "This better be someone else entirely or I'm giving that guy twice the beating!" As he mind quickly began rattling off various traps better than it, Miori would more start rambling whatever she thought than anything else. "That makes no sense as a trap. A better trap would be to commit a henious while wearing items associated with us. Hell in our case a blue wig, pink wig, and a bow would be enough! Or burn, electrocute, and cut a local building beyond repair. Hell write 'team three was here', we did that! Its why we got kicked from the exams! I can't even think of anything this could be exce...." Miori's words would trail off as she stared at the sand outside, Miori's main inspiration whenever she had a eureka moment. A small gust of wind was swirling, creating a miniature sand tornado. As it did, it would pull more sand in, practically having the outside sand rush into it, before the unstable draft dissipated. "...or to get us angry, and walk into a trap expecting a nobody creep... when there is something more."

And as Miori had an epiphany, her heart rate and vocal volume quieting, her clone would stand outside, starting in disbelief. Man it was weird watching herself work.

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