[Aburame Azarea]

The Devil That You Forgot

Marionette

Sunakagure no Sato was so starkly different from Kumo that if her own village was the moon hung high in the mountains peaking between the clouds on a stormy night then Suna was the sun sunk low and eternal upon the dunes all heat and baked clay. The people here though were still people and not so different. The civilians and shinbi alike favoring a mix of sandy shades and bright vivid colors like flowers in the desert. Azarea's own red hair and loose wrapped scarlet headscarf she'd purchased from another stall complimented and contrasted the orange and yellowed dyed fabrics that made up the market as she munched idly on the seeds of a rich almost bruise mauve fruit she had been informed was called a pomegranate. The Kunouchi idly lapping her juice stained leather gloves as she broke the fruit into neat little bits like the fruit merchant had showed her and devoured the interior of them like sipping the yolk from a cracked egg as she and Zakku wove through the crowds. The Suna shinobi guiding her down a well trod alley towards the section of the city reserved for visitors where she'd be quartered for her stay.

The cacophony of sights, sounds, and signatures surrounding her like a tangled tapestry no less beautiful for it's chaos as the laughter, high and cruel, of teens just ahead caught the Kunouchi's attention from her musings. The noise setting her teeth on edge as the jackal like cries and jeers and the woman turning from the path despite her escorts insistence to step down a less well cared for alley street. The Kumo shinobi coming up short at the sight before her as her attention focused on the man in a ragged yukata stepping first to the left, and then back to the right, as if dancing. The scent of dust on a hot desert wind his chakra a static yellow brown like stucco no harmonies, no song, no... nothing. Like an ancient instrument left to gather dust in a tomb. She'd think the... can she call this a man? Was asleep were it not for his constant movement.

A boy no older their fourteen with a mean grin stepped into the being's path each time blocking the way as the individual attempted to step to the left only to be blocked again and then back to the right in constant repeat. Silence reigned as the Kunoichi took in this odd cruel dance for a moment more as she watches the man move like a broken puppet without all it's strings. Wariness and puzzlement tightening her throat before one of the teens friends bends to scoop up some dirt aiming to fling it at the man's face. Injustice sparking fury in Azarea's veins.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She snarls, a low, guttural, inhuman sound as the woman makes no effort to hide her mouth full of canines lips stained a vibrant red from crimson juices as she takes full advantage of her cold cutting looks to glare back at the startled teens with sharp bloody scarlet eyes.

SA's

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Joō no Taikanshiki no Regaria [Queen's Coronation Regalia]
A mutated variant of the Aburame clans Yūdai no Omorejō ["Bewildering Grandeur of the Alpha"] resulting from the subsequent poisoning of Azarea's former Yūdai no Omorejō hive to prevent potential hijutsu theft. While the Joō no Taikanshiki no Regaria lacks the Yūdai no Omorejō size instead Azarea's hive has maintained the ability to produce alpha pheromones and commanding vibrations. Evolving instead to hyperspecialize in these two aspects allowing them to produce pheramones and vibrations strong enough to be detected by human hearing and sense of smell.

Reigning Chakra Control
Fine tuning her chakra control to a razor's edge Azarea is capable of performing delicate techniques with minimal to no wastage of chakra. Allowing her to conserve her reserves in prolonged combat and managed more finickity techniques and jutsu.

Kagura Mind's Eye
Born with a natural affinity towards sensing chakra like her Father before her Azarea has trained herself to become a capable sensory shinobi. Unlocking the Kagura's Mind's Eye, and with it, the ability to passively sense chakra signatures in the distance (when using the technique), thus allowing her to not only track, but also memorize a person's chakra signature, even if barely any chakra is being used. Due to her proficiency with this technique, Azarea can currently passively sense chakra up to 500 meters and actively at 2.5 kilometers.

Techniques

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流人

                           Made by Keen of FBNRP | Word Count: | 294 Zakku Burokon

[Zakku Burokon]

// Zakku //

There's no such thing as hell
But you can make it if you try

Aburame Azarea , 294

Zakku watched Azarea with a look of amusement.  So far showing her around the village had been boring but now he was enjoying seeing her react to the youths who were picking on  the old man.  A sight that was a usual thing to the Suna Shinobi.  Something he forgot people outside the village not be ok with.  Taking a drag off his blunt he'd follow her over to the teenage troublemaker.  Seeing her canine teeth for the first time made him stare in fascination.  

"Whoa dude."  He said as he was more than sure the kids had soiled themselves at this point.  Zakku wasn't planning on stopping the fun but he didn't want any bloodshed.  Not yet anyway.  Exhaling the skunky smelling smoke Zakku motioned to the kids.  "This is the part where you run away in fear and one of you stumbles when running."  He stated matter o factly.

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[294]

 

- I'm not afraid of God -

"I am afraid of man"

This was becoming frustrating. If it wasn't enough that Unit 294 was patrolling Sunagakure in midday where the streets were filled with life and noise, a particularly mischievous group of children had decided to target the puppet for the afternoon. He had been patrolling and, really, it was no difficult task for the shippai to walk around the perimeter of the village and keep an eye on things. It was a simple and boring task, really, but one that the puppet did not mind completing. It was better than being locked away in storage, he supposed, and he was thankful to be allowed to do... well... anything.
    Still, it was moments like these that made the puppet wonder if, perhaps, the cool, dark, dry storage room might have been better.
    Shrill laughter of the teen as he stepped in front of the puppet's pathway.
    No great issue, I can easily walk around, the sentiment came. But upon shifting, so, too, did the boy. And their dance carried on for several seconds--Unit 294 wondering if he should leap over the child to continue on his path or if it was at all worth the trouble. The noise the boy was making was grating on the ears, but child's play did not cause the unit any real distress. It was frustrating, but even so, the puppet watched with a blank expression as the scene before him unfolded.
    Many of the adults acted strangely in his presence. Some were fooled by his looks, others grew uncomfortable and weary. But children were fickle things--often too bold, too curious, with little understanding of boundaries or safety.
    Perhaps, it had been the reason they'd been killed by shippai in the past.
    Taunting and instigating against creatures that often had little sense of right or wrong--and again it seemed that these boys unknowingly moved toward repeating a history that elders might have feared.
    They were lucky, even as one of the boys picked up sand with the intention of throwing it at the puppet to look for any reaction, that Unit 294 was not as simple as many of the shippai from older days. Those puppets who had been put out of commission and melted down for scrap metal after the incident.
    The attempt of causing trouble would quickly be cut short--the attention of all moving over to a new voice as a woman drew near.
    Unit 294 did not hesitate to move--his hand immediately on the hilt of his blade, which had been masked beneath his ragged cloak. A shift in his movement--one foot stepping forward as he changed his stance and moved between she and the boys, his visible eye narrowed in on her with an expression that could only be read as alert and dangerous.
    "Shit! It's got a sword!" one of the kids shouted out in surprise and alarm, moving back at the sudden change of pace.
    There were a few things that Unit 294 noticed immediately. One: she wore a band of Kumogakure. She was not a native to Sunagakure. Two: her voice was reading as extremely aggressive, and her demeanor demonstrated aggression toward the children. Three: that was not blood around her mouth. 
    "Stand down, stranger," Unit 294 commanded with an authoritative tone. One artificial hand remained steadied, prepared to draw his blade, while the other was held out slightly as if to ease the woman. Regardless, the teens seemed to run off, but the tension had not yet faded.

Aburame Azarea Zakku Burokon

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Armored Bodies

Titanic Speed

Enhanced Sensory

Enhanced Reflexes

Shin of GS + Adox

[Aburame Azarea]

The Devil That You Forgot

Rescuers

A slight flicker of surprise briefly flashes across the Kumo nin's face at the absolute abject fear coloring the children's expression's and leaving their chakra signatures vibrating with surprise and shock like a rock tossed into a still pond. The woman blinking wolfishly her tongue coming up to prod at her own teeth as realization sets in a little too late. With the Hyuuga incident, landslide, work, and exam prep it had been how many months since she'd stopped filing down the signature canine like fangs she'd inherited from her Father? Easily three or four. The sharp teeth she'd had once had to carefully blunt every couple of weeks having returned fully to their natural points leaving her with a predators arsenal. Zakku's soft exclamation leaving Azarea's cheeks heating with an embarrassed blush as she's quick to drop her sneering show of teeth now that the little perpetrators have fled and with damper pants then what they had arrived with.

Her expression instead shifting to one of puzzlement as the... being in the ragged yukata turned to face her his hand at rest on his blade. The children's panicked reaction to his weapon as they flee just as puzzling when moments before they'd seemed perfectly content to bully and taunt the strange shinobi. For from their stance now Azarea could assume them to be nothing else though the way their chakra and expressions remain perfectly blank is still strange and eerie for the woman. The man's actions as juxtaposition with his words. Like an emotionless shellshocked husk. A veteran if she'd ever seen one though what had been done to put him is such a state of disassociation even she couldn't be certain.

But as a good political guest Azarea lets the hollowed out shell of her pomegranate snack drop to the dusty alley as she holds up her hands palms outward to show she's unarmed. One crimson brow arched at the man in a manner just a touch mocking as she eyes him with a sharp scarlet gaze, "As you can see I am not holding any weapons and am already under escort by a Sunagakure no Sato Shinobi." She states her words plain.

"Though I wasn't aware that it was a habit of Kaze residents to threaten to draw steel on their rescuers. I'll have to note that little cultural difference down for future reference." Azarea drawls out tone wry and dry with blunt humor. Hoping to coax a smile from two-nine-four.

"Though I suppose it's my own fault for not asking if you're all right first." She adds nodding towards the 'man' and where the teens with their cruel games had run off towards. The situation an unpleasant one no matter how you looked at it.

SA's

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Joō no Taikanshiki no Regaria [Queen's Coronation Regalia]
A mutated variant of the Aburame clans Yūdai no Omorejō ["Bewildering Grandeur of the Alpha"] resulting from the subsequent poisoning of Azarea's former Yūdai no Omorejō hive to prevent potential hijutsu theft. While the Joō no Taikanshiki no Regaria lacks the Yūdai no Omorejō size instead Azarea's hive has maintained the ability to produce alpha pheromones and commanding vibrations. Evolving instead to hyperspecialize in these two aspects allowing them to produce pheramones and vibrations strong enough to be detected by human hearing and sense of smell.

Reigning Chakra Control
Fine tuning her chakra control to a razor's edge Azarea is capable of performing delicate techniques with minimal to no wastage of chakra. Allowing her to conserve her reserves in prolonged combat and managed more finickity techniques and jutsu.

Kagura Mind's Eye
Born with a natural affinity towards sensing chakra like her Father before her Azarea has trained herself to become a capable sensory shinobi. Unlocking the Kagura's Mind's Eye, and with it, the ability to passively sense chakra signatures in the distance (when using the technique), thus allowing her to not only track, but also memorize a person's chakra signature, even if barely any chakra is being used. Due to her proficiency with this technique, Azarea can currently passively sense chakra up to 500 meters and actively at 2.5 kilometers.

Techniques

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流人

                           Made by Keen of FBNRP | Word Count: | Zakku Burokon 294

[Zakku Burokon]

// Zakku //

There's no such thing as hell
But you can make it if you try

Aburame Azarea , 294

His blood ran cold as the old man moved.  Zakku had seen his picture on the bingo books.  As 294 revealed his blade and demanded Azarea stand down Zakku moved around and kept his hands up.  "Twos I need you to stand down dude."  Zakku kept his headband in view letting it show he really was a Suna Shinobi.  

"Azarea.  This is 294.  294 this is Azarea.  She's here as a guest of the Kage."  He explained keeping his hands up as if he would hold a chance against the superior shippai.  He'd heard the stories about 294 and was more than aware of the difference in power between the three of them.  Zakku could feel a bead of sweat roll down his back.  

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[294]

 

- I'm not afraid of God -

"I am afraid of man"

Whether they fully understood it or not, Unit 294 was an incredibly visual individual, and so their sudden shifts in demeanor to display non-aggression was immediately recognized and understood by the Shippai. And he, too, eased. Standing upright once more, ankles closer together as he resumed a more regular pose, the puppet would allow its cloak to drape over his weapon once more and properly hide away his upper half just as they'd been before. The woman's words meant nothing to him--he was well aware of all the tricks shinobi were capable of, even without weapons in their hands. But, still, he didn't disbelieve her claim that she didn't mean trouble.
    "Rescuer?" Unit 294 repeated--a feeling stirring in his spirit that he'd not experienced in, likely, decades. Was this incredulousness? He could hardly believe her words. She proceeded to make light of the situation--but the attempt of a joke would fall flat in the face of the animated puppet. "I was certainly in no danger, you may rest assured," he'd speak to her, his voice sounding much calmer than it'd been, before. "But a foreigner baring her teeth and speaking in such a dangerous way towards Sunagakure's residents is not something I could so easily overlook." One had not seemed so threatening, to him. The other? She was a wild card, and that'd meant a great deal of more potential.
    The shippai paused his speech, however, when the blue-haired boy spoke up in his own attempt to ease the tension. Introducing the two and affirming that the woman was a welcomed guest and, indeed, had been invited under the offer of the Kazekage. Certainly, she was not an outside criminal who had genuine intent on harming any of the people here.
    Though, the Shippai found himself struggling to properly understand what the boy was saying. And, again, surprise overtook his spirit as he stood there dumbly, an obscure expression on its face as it stared the boy down.
    "It is difficult enough to decipher through everyone's accents. Please. Speak. Properly. Enough of this new-age slang, I cannot understand you." Unit 294 didn't seem upset--frustrated and confused, perhaps, but not angry. Still, he'd squint at the blue-haired one and question, "What. Is. A. 'Dude'?"

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Unflagging Endurance

Armored Bodies

Titanic Speed

Enhanced Sensory

Enhanced Reflexes

Shin of GS + Adox

[Aburame Azarea]

The Devil That You Forgot

Boolie

Azarea casts a slightly confused glance towards Zakku pitching her voice to a low whisper, "Does... does he not realize he was being bullied?" She questions somewhat incredulous at the man...things... flat tone and lack of awareness of the situation. Had he thought she would actually attack those kids? The barest shallow spark of... something? flaring in that dead flat signature like a phantom note, but was gone before Azarea could decipher it. The woman's manners finally kicking it.

"Hello 294. Zakku-san speaks the truth. I'm here to assist with mission load and improve diplomatic unity between our villages. You may call me Azarea-san if it pleases you." She completes the introduction only to pause and blink as the man chides her escort in evident confusion and even with her training the woman's not quite able to completely hide the amused smirk that lights up her face before she lifts a hand coughing into her fist to try and cover the laugh that bubbles up from her throat feeling a bit bad for the... apparently more out of touch gentleman.

"Yes Zakku-san? What is a 'Dude?" She questions playing along and unable to completely pass up the chance to tease her escort.

SA's

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Joō no Taikanshiki no Regaria [Queen's Coronation Regalia]
A mutated variant of the Aburame clans Yūdai no Omorejō ["Bewildering Grandeur of the Alpha"] resulting from the subsequent poisoning of Azarea's former Yūdai no Omorejō hive to prevent potential hijutsu theft. While the Joō no Taikanshiki no Regaria lacks the Yūdai no Omorejō size instead Azarea's hive has maintained the ability to produce alpha pheromones and commanding vibrations. Evolving instead to hyperspecialize in these two aspects allowing them to produce pheramones and vibrations strong enough to be detected by human hearing and sense of smell.

Reigning Chakra Control
Fine tuning her chakra control to a razor's edge Azarea is capable of performing delicate techniques with minimal to no wastage of chakra. Allowing her to conserve her reserves in prolonged combat and managed more finickity techniques and jutsu.

Kagura Mind's Eye
Born with a natural affinity towards sensing chakra like her Father before her Azarea has trained herself to become a capable sensory shinobi. Unlocking the Kagura's Mind's Eye, and with it, the ability to passively sense chakra signatures in the distance (when using the technique), thus allowing her to not only track, but also memorize a person's chakra signature, even if barely any chakra is being used. Due to her proficiency with this technique, Azarea can currently passively sense chakra up to 500 meters and actively at 2.5 kilometers.

Techniques

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流人

                           Made by Keen of FBNRP | Word Count: | 294 Zakku Burokon

[Zakku Burokon]

// Zakku //

There's no such thing as hell
But you can make it if you try

Aburame Azarea , 294

Zakku didn't know what to say at first.  Dropping his hands he had to remind himself that the Shippai wasn't used to small talk and was familiar with recent slang.  Slowly he turned to look at Azarea as she added into the confusion by playing dumb.  Giving her a 'Really?' stare that said more than he could.  He returned to his neutral face and give 294 their answer.  "Dude is a comrade, a fellow, and compadre, it can mean many things it just depends on how you use it."  He shrugged.  

"Welcome back to the village by the way 294.  Are you doing ok?  Do you need us to take you to the kage?"  Zakku had no idea what the formerly missing Shippai was just roaming the streets being picked on by kids.  Especially after the state he saw Enmei when they'd found him.  He was worried for the Shippai since it'd come back to the village.

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[294]

 

- I'm not afraid of God -

"I am afraid of man"

Unit 294 continued to stare at the boy with a blank expression as he listened to him, ignoring the whispering of the woman--he could hear her perfectly from this distance. But her secretive conversation to Zakku did not interest the Shippai in the slightest. It sounds entirely casual, the thought came upon hearing the explanation. There was nothing wrong with the word. Still, Unit 294 would not be using it.
    Though, the woman introduced herself properly.
    ...More properly than she had, prior.
    A proper introduction would include first and last name, position, and country of origin. Still, it was an improvement from the nothingness that had been shared between them, just moments prior. It was acceptible, and the puppet would not prod her for more. It seemed to him that many humans did not perform in the manner he was most familiar, but he did his best to adapt to whatever standard they set. Within reason, of course. There were some mannerisms he simply could not--would not--engage in, himself.
    "I apologize for the raise of alarm, Azarea-san," Unit 294 spoke sincerely, offering a bow to the woman. "I am Unit 294 of Sunagakure, Special Divisions. It is a pleasure to meet you." He'd turn to Zakku and offer a slight bow to the boy, there, as well. "And a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Zakku-kun. I apologize if I frightened you; I did not mean to."
    But she was here to take on missions? That was something of interest, he supposed. All seemed to be of good nature, though, and Unit 294 was glad for it. Strengthening of bonds between allies and the raising of morale. All activities that were encouraged and appreciated.
    Still, the Shippai would return its attention to Zakku when the boy spoke to it once more, and for another brief moment in time, the puppet would stare at him without properly answering.
    Was he okay?
    A strange thought, one that the Shippai struggled to fully understand. If it were to have made an educated guess, observing the softness in the boy's tone and the concern expressed in his eyes, Unit 294 would have almost thought the boy had been worried for its sake. But no, surely that wasn't it. "Unit 77, Tsuneo-sama, has already helped this one make an audience with Oonakayama-Heika." It was, of course, the first thing the Shippai did upon returning to the village. Still, it would offer a little bow in appreciation. "Thank you for the offer, however." Standing upright again, Unit 294 would add, "This one is in a slight state of disrepair, but nothing serious. I will be seeing a puppeteer soon who can adequately perform repairs, so there is nothing to be worried about. I am still in good condition."

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Unflagging Endurance

Armored Bodies

Titanic Speed

Enhanced Sensory

Enhanced Reflexes

Shin of GS + Adox

[Aburame Azarea]

The Devil That You Forgot

Curiosity

"Apology accepted 294-san. I in turn apologize for alarming you," Azarea answers, though the woman noticeably does not apologize for spooking the teens and deftly pretends to ignore Zakku's incredulous stare at her teasing. The woman blatantly playing innocent for their light hearted entertainment. Though even her smile fades a bit as the man fails to understand the azure haired chuunin's concern.

"In disrepair? Were you hurt?" The Kumo nin inquires her gaze darting over his form looking for obvious injuries. His mention of seeing a puppeteer only raising further concerns. "Are you getting fitted for a prosthetic? That's... not really something you should wait on." She murmurs or perhaps he had one and it had been damaged in some scuffle or another, but then why was he patrolling around.

"And if you don't mind me asking is 294 your shinobi ID number? I know some villages prefer to use them over names." She questions knowing her curiosity was getting the better of her as she grimaces, "Nevermind. You needn't answer that. I'm being rather rude with my prying. I apologize."

SA's

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Joō no Taikanshiki no Regaria [Queen's Coronation Regalia]
A mutated variant of the Aburame clans Yūdai no Omorejō ["Bewildering Grandeur of the Alpha"] resulting from the subsequent poisoning of Azarea's former Yūdai no Omorejō hive to prevent potential hijutsu theft. While the Joō no Taikanshiki no Regaria lacks the Yūdai no Omorejō size instead Azarea's hive has maintained the ability to produce alpha pheromones and commanding vibrations. Evolving instead to hyperspecialize in these two aspects allowing them to produce pheramones and vibrations strong enough to be detected by human hearing and sense of smell.

Reigning Chakra Control
Fine tuning her chakra control to a razor's edge Azarea is capable of performing delicate techniques with minimal to no wastage of chakra. Allowing her to conserve her reserves in prolonged combat and managed more finickity techniques and jutsu.

Kagura Mind's Eye
Born with a natural affinity towards sensing chakra like her Father before her Azarea has trained herself to become a capable sensory shinobi. Unlocking the Kagura's Mind's Eye, and with it, the ability to passively sense chakra signatures in the distance (when using the technique), thus allowing her to not only track, but also memorize a person's chakra signature, even if barely any chakra is being used. Due to her proficiency with this technique, Azarea can currently passively sense chakra up to 500 meters and actively at 2.5 kilometers.

Techniques

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JUTSU GOES HERE

流人

                           Made by Keen of FBNRP | Word Count: | 294 Zakku Burokon

[Zakku Burokon]

// Zakku //

There's no such thing as hell
But you can make it if you try

Aburame Azarea , 294

Zakku wished he could get Miori to to help out 294.  At least they were back in Suna.  For now.  "Well thank kami you're safe.  You should at least leave a note or even a soft poem to let the higher ups know when you take off."  The blue haired shinobi looked at his crimson haired companion.  "294 is a bit different than other shinobi.  They're quite a bit different."  Shippais had always fascinated Zakku.  This being the second one he'd ever met he often wished he could learn more about the times when they were first built.

"His whole body is a prosthetic basically."  He explained taking another drag from his blunt.  Exhaling the skunky smoke after holding it in his lungs for a bit he looked 294 up and down.  He didn't see any physical damage but he also had no reason to lie to the shinobi either.   "Only thing that scares me about you 294 is how willing you are to go disappearing on your own." He lied he was scare of the shippais skill difference between the two as well but he wasn't going to admit it.  At least not to anyones face. 

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[294]

 

- I'm not afraid of God -

"I am afraid of man"

Ah... Azarea's concern was immediate and apparent. Though, as her eyes scanned the shippai's appearance, she would not find much in the way of injuries. Not real ones, at least. There indeed was blood on his cloak--though it had been smothered in sand and was relatively masked. On one of his bare legs there appeared to be a puncture mark of some kind--but there was no blood, there, nor sign of infection. He also didn't wear shoes--but that was another matter.
    Zakku quickly went to explain--somewhat--of the situation to Azarea. And it was true. In a way.
    All of Unit 294 was artificially crafted. "Prosthetic" seemed to imply that he'd had a human body that had been cut away into pieces, replaced by manufactured ones in a weak attempt to cope and settle, but... well. There was no real argument against Zakku's claim. It wasn't inaccurate. And so, the puppet was not compelled to explain further.
    The question of his name--or lack thereof--however, did catch his interest as the woman inquired of it. Shinobi ID number? "I don't know what that is," Unit 294 spoke honestly. Did humans have numbers, also? It was the first that he'd heard of it--or at least, the first time he could remember hearing of it. Numbers, to his understanding, were more often associated to things. Makes and models for machines, numbered experiments. Occasionally humans had numbers, too, he supposed. Prisoners, who in their own way had their humanity stripped from them. But, still, even in Shinobi settings, the only ones that Unit 294 was aware of who were addressed by number were--
    --Well. Shippai. People like him.
    Still, Azarea seemed to quickly enough drop the subject for fear of being rude.
    Unit 294 did not see it as rude--but it was intrusive. And he was uncomfortable discussing his name. So, if she was willing to drop the subject, he'd allow it to fall back into the spaces hidden within her subconscious. "Unit No. 294 is my name. Do not ask for anything more. I will not supply it to you." Rather, he couldn't. But... even if he could remember his name...
    He was not sure that he would want to use it, anymore.
    A name was meant for a person. Whoever he had been, ages past, was long gone. He did not... want to be reminded.
    "I believe you misunderstand, Zakku-kun," Unit 294 spoke simply. "My departure was not autonomous." Moving forward, he would draw near the two shinobi--though likely at this point, with all threats and tensions having dissipated, the action would not hopefully raise alarm. The shippai would shuffle beneath its cloak before plucking out a book--and immediately its age was apparent. The pages were old and weathered with time, whatever glue had once bound them to the spine and covers had long since worn out. But, even so, there was extreme care applied to it--where the pages had fallen out and the spine had come undone, everything had been stitched back together with the precision and skill of a doctor's hand. The pages were sealed in some kind of varnish to stop their deterioration and to keep the markings from fading after years, decades, and... even centuries.
    With great care, Unit 294 would move toward the back of the journal--there were still several empty pages, but he was able to quickly locate the one that he'd been looking for. And there, written in tiny print with a life-like drawing etched into it, detailed of a criminal whom Sunagakure wanted to ensure had been killed.
    Before much note could be further gathered or read on what Unit 294 had written, the shippai would promptly close the book before returning it among his belongings--hidden beneath his cloak.
    "This one was dispatched on a mission two decades prior. Something unexpected happened. But, the matter has been resolved and I have returned, now. It was not a matter of whim or weathering. It was an outlier. I have an excellent record--and I am not defective," he assured, the last statement spoken with more urgency. "I have never once failed to exterminate a target, before. But I cannot kill what was already dead." A wild goose chase. Then, turning away from the topic, "Regardless. The past is behind us."

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SAs Active:

Unflagging Endurance

Armored Bodies

Titanic Speed

Enhanced Sensory

Enhanced Reflexes

Shin of GS + Adox

[Aburame Azarea]

The Devil That You Forgot

Reassurence

"His whole body is a prosthetic?" Azarea can't quite prevent the hushed question that falls from her lips in surprise. The woman blinking on confusion as she takes in the information she can visually glean from the man and... he does seem to fail to bleed if the injury to his leg is any indication though there is the slightest tang of iron to him perhaps not his own? Though... as he draws close it is not the injuries that give the sense of otherness. His eyes... his eyes are shiny, but flat like the glass set in a dolls face. Made to catch the light, but having no emotion of their own. His skin is smooth without the soft downy hairs that cover humans natural and his chest neither rises nor falls with breath. The little movements of life no longer their as an indication. Each motion is catalogued and careful with the tiniest exertion of chakra.

Though as 294 states he is not defective Azarea could swear she could detect a tremble of fear to his flat even signature. For a moment she is at a loss for words. What does one even say to such things? 'Good job?' 'I'm sure it was not your fault?' the details too lacking for her to be certain. The nature of the being before her too foreign and new for her to dare make judgements on his disposition so instead "I'm sure you're not defective." Azarea murmurs offering reassurance instead.

SA's

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Joō no Taikanshiki no Regaria [Queen's Coronation Regalia]
A mutated variant of the Aburame clans Yūdai no Omorejō ["Bewildering Grandeur of the Alpha"] resulting from the subsequent poisoning of Azarea's former Yūdai no Omorejō hive to prevent potential hijutsu theft. While the Joō no Taikanshiki no Regaria lacks the Yūdai no Omorejō size instead Azarea's hive has maintained the ability to produce alpha pheromones and commanding vibrations. Evolving instead to hyperspecialize in these two aspects allowing them to produce pheramones and vibrations strong enough to be detected by human hearing and sense of smell.

Reigning Chakra Control
Fine tuning her chakra control to a razor's edge Azarea is capable of performing delicate techniques with minimal to no wastage of chakra. Allowing her to conserve her reserves in prolonged combat and managed more finickity techniques and jutsu.

Kagura Mind's Eye
Born with a natural affinity towards sensing chakra like her Father before her Azarea has trained herself to become a capable sensory shinobi. Unlocking the Kagura's Mind's Eye, and with it, the ability to passively sense chakra signatures in the distance (when using the technique), thus allowing her to not only track, but also memorize a person's chakra signature, even if barely any chakra is being used. Due to her proficiency with this technique, Azarea can currently passively sense chakra up to 500 meters and actively at 2.5 kilometers.

Techniques

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流人

                           Made by Keen of FBNRP | Word Count: | Zakku Burokon 294

[Zakku Burokon]

// Zakku //

There's no such thing as hell
But you can make it if you try

Aburame Azarea , 294

"Yeah you're reputation and excellent record speaks for itself.  Sorry for thinkin you wandered off."  Zakku took another drag of his blunt.  He started to wonder if Azarea had figured it out yet.  He'd let her figure it out on her own or just tell her if she asked.   He remembered being briefed on the shippai when he'd been first assigned to his team.  He felt bad in a way for the shippai.  "You're right.  The past is behind us and that means the future is ahead of us."  

Stubbing out his blunt on the palm of his hand he tucked the remains into his pocket.  "You immediately leaving as soon as you get patched up?"  Zakku asked shoving his hands into his vest pockets.  What would it be like if he trained with a Shippai?  He'd probably get his ass kicked.  would the puppet even be able to pull it's punches or would it go all out?  He shuttered at the thought of it going all out.

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[294]

 

- I'm not afraid of God -

"I am afraid of man"

Unit 294 nodded slightly in response to Azarea's light reassurance.  He was glad to not argue with her over the matter--while many humans felt uncomfortable debating and discussing what made somebody human or not, Unit 294 grew uncomfortable debating and discussing whether or not he was of any use to anybody else or defective in some way. It was the equivalent of having to convince everyone around you that you deserved to live. A rather grave conversation that had damning consequences, and the mere topic was... understandably distressing for any living thing to have to discuss on their behalf. Human or otherwise.
    The shippai watched the blue-haired boy as he extinguished the blunt he'd been smoking in his bare hand.
    Would that not hurt...? the puppet wondered, observing. Zakku didn't seem to flinch or wince at the action--and he'd done it autonomously, of course--so, perhaps not.
    Leaving? "Perhaps," Unit 294 spoke truthfully. "Truly, it depends entirely on what the Kazekage wishes for me to do. I have been reassigned, so it is likely that I will once again serve executing missions. Though, if I am told to patrol or guard or anything else, I will obey those commands, as well. If you wish to know what will become of me, I am not the one to ask."

Aburame Azarea Zakku Burokon

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SAs Active:

Unflagging Endurance

Armored Bodies

Titanic Speed

Enhanced Sensory

Enhanced Reflexes

Shin of GS + Adox