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twas a small building. surely the larger portion was the mortuary. and it was out of the main bussle of the town of course, for shinobi would be running thorough here like marathons. dead bodies would get stares all the way through the town if the bondsman was located in the middle of the town. As he entered, flinging the door open with a simple kick, Ikiri would bring the burned body in, dropping it on the counter. The bondsman himself was a tanned man, with slant eyes to match.
"Ced Drale. And could you add the new information to my book?"
Along with his BINGO book on the table, he'd also put his insecurity about this man's identity as well. He really didn't know if that was Ced Drale. It was just some man whom had attacked aimlessly. If it wasn't, he'd of course, be on the run for murder. Before checking the body for identification, he'd fill out the new entries in the BINGO. Taking the body to the back of the building, Ikiri would wait, leaning on the counter for all of ten minutes.
"Seventy-four fifty."
The man would place the cash infront of him, where Ikiri would split the money up in half, pushing it to the side for whenever his partner entered. 3725. Waiting, he'd read the new entries in the book.
"well. i don't know. that was our main mission; the missing. And I doubt the Mizukage would oblige to some of the nasty explosions that I want to coordinate. Go to a couple bars, flash different headbands I have in different places, and blow shit sky high. Basically."
He'd exit quickly with his ally and his cash. He didn't have a fondness for bonds houses/mortuaries/banks. He'd look around for a second and establish the fact that there weren't any bum-ass spys trying to find out what his plans were. He'd pull a book out; a full sized, Harry Potter status. It was his magnum opus, his everything .That was his burn.
"I take the stitches out this, and lace in a few exploding tags here and there. Fold one or two and put them in the spine. And that's a building going down there. I get a few of them, go into some buildings, leave them in the bathrooms, then boom. So to answer your question, mischievous activities. 'bout you?"
he was quite long winded. -.-
ooc: dont worry, i just get bored sitting here so i over exaggerate.
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