Pursuit Interrupted [Asami]

[Celaena Kamyuja]

I take it back. The meal looks and smells great, but it is dry and tasteless. What a waste. Her tongue brushes against her teeth in distaste while her eyes linger from Asami to the horrid food laid out before her. Her thoughts quickly flutter to the place where Katsugan took her, their food making her taste buds run wild. Pity. With her fork in hand, she pushed the dry meat about the plate, wondering whether she should pay for this or kill the fool for disrupting her pleasant mood once more. Nobody had talent these days…

Her attention quickly changed to the sound of a woman’s announcement, and she placed the fork down and turned her head. What the? Her eyes glided over the old fashioned dress with a passionate lust. She wanted it, it was lovely. As her eyes fell upon the lady wearing it, her face contorted up into itself of pure dislike. The woman was ugly! Or maybe I am jealous! Her hair… Nah.

As soon as the music started again and the woman left the stage, Adel turned her attention back onto Asami, who just by chance began speaking. Her attention fell upon the woman with a bored expression, and when she mentioned something about what the ugly woman had just advertised, Adel right eyebrow rose with sudden interest. Ghost? Sounds promising. But protecting? Hmm.

“Do you recall, eh, never mind; tell me dearie, what job would you do since this is done at the theatre? If I am thinking on the same track as you are, do you have any talent on stage?”

The question was laid out with soft inquire. She didn’t sound nasty at all but rather watchful. Being a Chunin, she was supposed to watch out Genin’s, as well as help them improve their shinobi status if needed. This mission sounded dangerous, and as much as she wants to do it, she knows that he cannot do it alone. She pushed her plate of barely untouched food aside and rested her head in her hand. Will this young woman be interested in learning Acting, fashion or singing?

TEMPLATE NOT MINE

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

Am I Talented?

For a moment Adelpha continued to watch me. Was she considering my proposal, or thinking up some bitchy retort? But the question asked of me held me up short for I was already thinking up a retort of my own. Clamping down hard on my tongue, I lower my gaze to the table to see that none of the kunochi’s food had been eaten. My ears listened to the song being played, but I honestly did know if I was talented enough to act on stage.

In response I shrug. “I don’t really know. Probably sing. But if they have an archer in the cast, then I can do that.” I ventured, knowing that if this musical was indeed Phantom of the Opera then there was no archery involved. Only singing and dance. Maybe I could be a dancer? I sure as hell couldn’t sing my way through this mission. Or would I.. “I am planning on entering the Bard. I love music, so I will probably be happy with anything, I guess..” Trying to sound enthusiastic was probably not going to work with Adelpha. But it was worth a try.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

With her head rested upon her open palm, Adelpha studied the kunoichi with an inquisitive stare. But before long, her eyes lowered to her drink. Almost empty. One gulp before her attention returned to the female once more. After a moment, she would lean back, pick up her fork and try to eat anything. She was paying for it after all. Even if it tasted like paper in her mouth, she will get through this, even if it bores her to death.

At Asami’s reply, Adelpha thought deeply. The only musical she could think of was indeed The Phantom of the Opera. Singing opera will be a piece of cake, but what about this woman? Sure she can dance, but will it be enough?

Suddenly a bloom of emotion lifted up her spirits. And then all she could hear was the voice of Amarantha speaking rather happily, excitedly actually. I could teach her!

“So, you are interested in Bard, hmm? Dearie? I will be delighted to teach you if you are interested. I am a master in the art after all. As for this ... mission, I’m sure you will find yourself some play good enough for your talents. I’ll most likely be a backup singer, or main. But it all depends on the script.”

After a bite of Pork, she then opened her mouth to speak.

“Now, dearie, can you give me a note? If you are interested in music, and singing, it will give me an idea on what vocal range you fall in. Or style that manner. I am an operatic soprano but prefer to sing in the lyric soprano range. I can whistle, but not for long periods of time.”

A smile suddenly lightened her face. And it was a playful devilish one. She leaned forward, careless of her food and asked quickly.

“Why don’t you sing the next song? I brought along my flute. If you are too uncomfortable with the idea, then a duet, yes? I’ll kill anybody who would insult you dearie if you wish it. This is after all for your career.”

Suddenly eager, Adelpha waited for the woman’s reply…

TEMPLATE NOT MINE

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

What Am I Doing?!

Adelpha decided to give eating another shot while she mentioned that she has a mastery in bard. This had perked my interest as I have been wondering on how to learn the talent when I had nowhere to start or anyone to learn from. This kunochi was providing me with an opportunity and I wasn’t going to miss it. “Yes, I am interested. I am wanting to focus on using my voice and instruments to compel my opponents.” I explain rather sheepishly, a faint red blush encasing my pale cheeks.

But when asked to provide a note, my expression was a mask of shock while the faint redness in my cheeks blossomed. For a moment I fidget with my fingers and listen as the DJ began to play a familiar song. It was indeed apart of The Phantom of the Opera – Remember Me. The crowed had gone silent as the song changed and the new verse began to play, I waited quietly for the music to open up for my cue…

Speaking with a loud, clear voice, I sung:

“Think of me, think of me fondly when we’ve said goodbye..
"Remember me, once in a while please promise me you’ll try..”

I remain seated, yet my voice was clear and prominent. But it was enough for the crowed to fall silent and glance in my direction. I kept my attention firmly fixated on Adelpha.

“And you’ll find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free.. If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me…
"We never said “our love was evergreen.. “or as unchanging as the sea..” But if you can still remember.. stop and think of me…”

I had definitely caught the attention of almost everyone in the club. The DJ continued to play the music and from the corner of my eye I could see people ushering for me to stand. I remained seated while my hands curled into tight fists..

“Think of all the things we’ve shared and seen.. Don’t think about the way things might have been..
Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned… Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind…
Recall those days, look back on all those times, think of the things we’ll never do..
There will never be a day, when I won’t think of you…”

I fall silent then as the entire verse had just been sung. Immediately I am awarded with a round of an applause. But was my pitch and tone perfect for this kunochi to teach me how to wield a voice for combat? Or was she going to laugh in my face and turn the contents of her plate onto me?

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As the two ladies chatted away and Asami sung her song, they would eventually realize that something in their environment had changed somehow. There was a certain hush running through the building almost like a wave crashing on the beach, and that wave was heading towards them. The cause of such a wave of quiet was people stopping their formless dancing and their inane conversations to turn their head to the newest entrant to the club.

A muscular frame bared to the waist yet covered in metallic silver scales; a crown of copper horns adorning a handsome face; a long powerful tail jutting from the base of the spine. Yes, even Katsu's long copper hair only added a sense of grace to his powerful predatory appearance, which was accentuated by Katsu wearing only a pair of black slacks with a belt emblazoned with the Kazeraikou Family Crest. Entering the room Katsu had no weaponry in sight, his right wrist held in his left hand behind his back. He stopped for a long moment to look first to the right, then to the left, his inhuman eyes orbs of silver punctuated by black vertical slits similar to a cat's eyes. The people who noticed him stopped their actions and pointed him out to the other dancers, and when his gaze fell upon them they all fell back a step or two, many repulsed by his inhuman nature but a rare few looking at him with undisguised interest.

Finally seeing what appeared to be a woman wearing a black leather trench coat, Katsu surmised it to likely be Amarantha, and he strode forward with a patient stride, giving the crowd time to melt away from his path only to close again behind him. As he approached the table he performed a series of handseals while looking over at one of the speakers pumping out some kind of trashy rap song once more. It seems even Asami's singing wasn't enough to bring the quality of music up in this place, so Katsu thought he'd do it himself. His eyes would turn solid silver, tiny bolts of lightning playing across their surface, and suddenly the music would cut out to be replaced with Katsu's calm baritone, "Apologies for the interruption folks, but I've taken control of the sound system. Don't bother trying to change it DJ. I've locked the controls. I thought you could all enjoy something called 'culture'. It's this thing that separates humanity from the beasts. So, without further ado, Johann Sebastian Bach's First Orchestral Suite... in C major..." As Katsu's voice faded it was replaced by a wonderful piece of Classical Music written by one of the most famous artists of his time...



With that task complete Katsu continued his approach of the two ladies at their table, coming to stand before Amarantha, as she had no doubt turned to him by that point. He would smile his crooked smile, giving Amarantha a polite bow, "Greetings again, Amarantha. First, I would apologize. I'm the reason the Anbu were called. I found the body outside and simply followed protocol. If it is any consolation; the Kedoin you planted a blade in was in the Bingo Book..."

With that Katsu would pull from his left pocket two dark manilla envelopes, one thicker than the other. To Asami he would hand the thinner, saying, "Kumo acknowledges your assistance in helping to apprehend a wanted criminal, Ms." and then gave the thicker one to Amarantha whilst continuing, "The man out back was his cohort, also wanted as well." Within the envelopes would be a number of paper bills that added up to a decent amount of Ryo, more than capable of paying their food bill this night. Probably get some designer clothes to, if they wanted.

"Beyond that, it might interest you to know that the Kedoin is most likely never going to see the inside of an official prison. The Anbu told me it was more likely it was going to be dissected in an attempt to understand Kedoin biology." Katsu would give a bit of a wolfish grin at that, looking down at Amarantha, "So, how does your night fare, Dark One? Are you enjoying making this lady blush so furiously?" Katsu would smile while looking over to Asami, clear amusement playing across his facial features, although his eyes gave nothing away at all, just the tiny lightning bolts flashing across their silvered surface...

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Adelpha was surprised that the woman across from her actually listened to her and began singing a song. The DJ had to choose that song however and as much as Adel found that rather cheesy, she was pleased that Asami sang with confidence in such a crowded room. Especially with one with no singing experience, she could tell that the female did indeed had an allure toward singing. Adel was silent when the woman sang. She was listening to every note, noticing her stiff posture, the woman needed to relax. The notes were milky, mildly pointed, very delicately voiced, she even sounded better than Emmy Rossum, and however so, Adel could tell that the woman needed work, just not much.

Immediately upon the song ending, she didn’t clap, no, but she was impressed. As she was about to voice her judgment, the atmosphere within the club changed. She turned her attention from Asami to the crowd. The applause ended, but the room seemed far too silent for such a club. One study at the clan of people on the dance floor, she turned her attention onto what had captured theirs. The familiar sinewy body cause her to immediately recognise the person who had entered Club Fantasy. And the silver scales which would occasionally be tinted red due to the party lights, Adel felt a tight smile forming upon her otherwise emotionless face.

She eyed Katsu with the look of serenity finally seeing that even this, Asami and Katsu would make the perfect team, it was such a pity though that the young man was a Chunin also. Black slacks in a muscular build, Katsu look as good as ever, even with his inhuman appearance. Yet still Adel did not stand to greet the male over. It seemed that he had already seen her, and Adel hid a smile. Her attention fell toward Asami just as Katsu’s deep voice filled the room.

“Asami; the approaching splendidness is none other than Katsu, a chunin of out village. I met him when he still appeared human, in my time at the exams. Now it seemed his blood line has taken hold of his genes. Doesn’t he look amazing?”

Finally beautiful music filled the air, and Adel leaned back and turned her attention once more on the approaching figure. Such a grand entrance, he held everyone’s attention. Maybe finally they will forget my assassination attempt earlier on. Pity, I enjoyed their fearful atmosphere. As soon as Katsu stood before her, his toothy grin would gleam upon his scaly face. Ah, yes, that Bingo book. A smile would form upon her face, one commonly not seen before she laughed softly. She was pleased about ramming the blade into that bastards back, but she also wished that she had finished the job of killing him. That would really make her feel good.

As she held the envelope, she wondered briefly what it was. But then the conclusion told her that it was Ryo, she won’t have to dig into her own bank to pay for this food after all.

“Oh yes. I couldn’t help myself. The job had to be done. It is a pity though, I really wanted to see him punished.”

But at least I did the guard in. Better than nothing… Biology does seem fitting. We do need more information on that clan… Even I would like to know more about it. Her smile would slip slightly while she was thinking before her attention snapped back into place. One look at Katsu she would notice that the word dark one was directed at her. Her smile returned.

“Hmm, care to join us, Katsu? Allow me to introduce you to my lady companion here. Asami Naga. Did she not do bad in singing just now. I rather enjoyed it. Very Lyric coloratura soprano, if I have to caption her vocal range. Eh what am I saying, if I believe so, Katsu you don’t consider singing as a favourable knowledge, though you do have a nice deep voice. Asami here is interested in the Art of Bard. I wanted to hear a note from her and she ended up singing me a song. She has a very agile light voice, perfect for this mission she’ll be on. Asami here has mentioned a mission about a Ghost and a threatened female singer. I was ruling out if she could sing the part if it came to it and I think she will do fine. Don’t you agree, Katsu?”

She stabbed her fork into a slab of meat before bringing it up to her lips. Dry, yuck!

TEMPLATE NOT MINE

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

Oh My.. What Is That?

Just after my song, I watched Adelpha as he studied me. No clapping, yet no awkward stares either. It looked as if the kunoichi was simply analysing my voice. However, before I received any criticism, the entire club had fallen silent as heads turned from my direction toward the entrance. A figure stood in the doorway, dressed casually, yet the appearance resembled something out of a horror film. What on Earth was that thing standing there? As people moved away from him, I couldn’t exactly see why they wouldn’t; the figure was.. yeah.. Nothing to say here.

As the figure moved further into the club, entering the dance floor, the wave of people moved aside like that of a stage curtain and allowed the.. Man - yes it was a man - to spill out onto the dancefloor. His hands briefly began moving through a short series of handseals just before the music died out. The handseals alone had me on edge, was this man a ninja, or someone working for Masaru? But when the music had properly cut out, the man began speaking, stating that he had taken hold of the sound system and was tuning the music to his liking. This, I didn’t like.

Having someone march into the room and making himself known in such a manner screamed arrogance. But Adelpha seemed to look as if this man sparkled like the vampires from Twilight. So his name was Katsu and he looked amazing? My gaze turned from Katsu to Adelpha, my expression unreadable. I thought he looked anything but amazing. However, as Katsu continued to approach the table, I could feel my hands balling into fists. The way he spoke grated on my nerves. But it was clear that the man knew Adelpha and vice-versa. “It’s Miss. I have never been married, thank you.” I said once he addressed me.

I don’t grab the envelope Katsu produced, instead I allow it to simply fall to the table. I wanted nothing from him. Also, the way he spoke to Adelpha of me as if I was the third person had me almost slamming my fists against the table, or better yet, slamming the empty plate in front of me onto his head. How dare he waltz in here and address us like that! My expression clearly showed my disdain of him, and I made no effort to hide it either.

But as Adelpha requested that he join us, I fought the urge to roll my eyes. But at the part of my voice, I turned my attention to her once again. So she did like me. But I didn’t want to hear his opinion of my voice. But what could I do to excuse myself before he opened that hole beneath his nose again?

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Katsu needed just a bit of time in order to come up with a good reply to Asami's rather... stereotypical response to what Katsu had attempted to say in a polite manner. So he made the conscious decision to dismiss Asami from his direct attention in favor of looking only at Amarantha when she spoke about the mission. Katsu then spoke only to Amarantha in return, ”Oh yes, I heard from the doorway. A very pretty voice, a very pretty frame as well, but I've a question. Do you think she's really adaptable enough to take on a mission that might involve an actual spirit? I mean, she's glaring daggers at me right now. If she's offended just because I look the way I look do you think she'll be able to handle dealing with something that can't be touched or seen normally?”

At that point Katsu would look at Asami directly, ”I've two bits of advice Miss Asami. Firstly, if you get offended simply because I used an age neutral pronoun because you haven't married yet, well, I doubt any man would ever want to marry you. I'd consider not getting offended at the small stuff like that. And also, if you don't want me to dismiss you as someone to ignore, then don't act like such a stereotypical plebeian.” Katsu would jab his thumb behind him, pointing to all the people on the dance-floor that hadn't yet gotten back to dancing and partying, open dislike, or maybe revulsion, clear on their faces just as clear as it was on Asami's face.

”I get enough pointless hatred and insults because I am what I am from the masses, I'd like it if at least a fellow Shinobi would understand the merits of my form. If you're going to hate me like so many others, I'm just going to ignore you like so many others.

“Now. I suggest a quick subject change. Amara, have you thought about the question I asked you the last time we met, about what you want from the world? I'm really curious to hear your answer, and hey, how about you Asami? What do you want from the world? Riches, Fame, something else?”

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Adelpha rested her head in her hand as she studied Asami from beneath her eyelashes. So the woman shows displeasure. Does she like anything? A small almost hidden smile formed, yet it was one of pure content, she even felt her heartbeat slowing to a normal rhythm instead of following the music’s beat. However the table had tension rising like smoke from a steaming pool. How lovely…

To her question she asked about the follow woman sitting across from her, Katsu’s reply brought up a lot of hidden worries and questions. Her eyes suddenly tired, she brought her hands up to her eyelids and rubbed them with the tips of her index and middle fingers before falling back against the seat and sighing rather heavily. Good question indeed. Maybe an easy mission first. However…

“Consider hearing what Katsu here said, Asami, what say you about the question? Would you be able to handle something you cannot touch? Ever it came to that; If I recall, you said you were an archer. If this play was like Robin Hood it wouldn’t be a problem. But a Ghost, what is your reply? Are you confident, or would you rather take something with less… mysteries.”

Not that I really care. She thought silently. Just following rules. However I am trying to be nice here woman, so pay attention!

While she was thinking about his question, she didn’t hear his blast about his appearance of such. It was all rumbling commotion blurred by a heavy feeling wondering if this Genin could handle such a task. Her thoughts were dark. Amarantha obviously likes this Asami and as much as she likes their occasional cat fights, a death by careless planning could ruin everything, and make her sister upset.

But what would she think? I don’t fully know this woman. Is she a daredevil or, is she a learner by hands on experience?

“Alright, enough of it you two, Katsu I see you haven’t taken a seat yet, do so or leave. I’m trying to make a Chunin out of this Genin for she cannot stay Genin forever. I see you are upset but deal with it. I very much think you are perfect as it is, do not dwell on it. And as for your case of my personal life, what I want from the world right now is to be left alone. However as much as I have tried, I cannot have my peace. I have a fiancé somewhere out there, it seems my future is set there. I will grow even more powerful, get married by arranged marriage and have children. Blah, blah, blah. Does that answer your question? Or, do you want me to explain it deeper.”

With a deep set sigh, she released her tightened hands, only realising that they had balled into fists during her blast before turning her attention onto Asami. What to do with you… Dearest sister really wants to make a strong kunoichi out of you…

TEMPLATE NOT MINE

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

Glaring Daggers Alright

Okay, where the hell did that come from? “Woah, wait just a bloody minute, did I mention your appearance? No. I simply stated that I am a Miss, and not a Ms.” I replied tartly, folding my arms across my chest as I did so. “Also, I was not insulted, I was merely correcting you. An Ms is a person who has been divorced, while Miss is a person who has never been married.” I added for good measure. “And to be frank, I don’t care what you look like. I will admit that it is.. Unusual but we get that sort of thing on a daily basis as shinobi. Look what you will, it has nothing to do with me.” My tone had gone from even to brash all in less than 5 seconds.

“And as for being able to handle a mission of this genre, before you had come in here with that smug attitude of yours, I happened to mention it to Amarantha as a suggestion since she asked me. So, if I didn’t think I could handle the situation or task, I would not have mentioned it.” I explained, uncaring of what Amarantha may or may not have said in reply to the question. Despite it was not aimed at me, speaking about me as if I were not present had angered me greatly. “Also may I suggest that you learn some manners and respect toward women and ask them for their maternal status rather than assuming. It is very rude and other women may feel insulted as you assumed yet again.”

I push myself up into a standing position now, my head turned toward Katsu. Despite the giant height difference, I had to tilt my head back quite far to see all 6 ft 6 of him. I was about to say more, but Amarantha had begun speaking, and the tone she used was anything but polite. Was it me, or was this kunochi simply telling the scaly man to harden up and quit whining about what people think of his appearance? The question she answered was aimed at both of us, but I had not been able to reply at the time. But was this Amarantha’s goal, to make me chuunin?

I release a sigh and take my seat once again. All the anger had burned out in Amarantha’s outburst. But at the unanswered question, I swallowed and rested my hands in my lap as I spoke. “I want to be a well-known medic.” I said softly. Staring at Katsu with a neutral expression. Helping others is my passion, as is my archery. But how would Amarantha help me advance in the ranks when she clearly is not a medic? Sure, she can help me with other subjects like Bard, but what else could I learn from her apart from being a total bitch at random?

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Alright. It seems Katsu wasn't going to get anywhere with Asami in any manner, so there really wasn't a point in trying anymore. ”Well. I can see this is going to be an exercise in futility trying to hold a polite conversation just now. I've done what I was told to by the Anbu, so I suppose I should get back to my initial task. A couple things though, Ms Asami...

“Firstly, I could sense your revulsion the moment you looked at me. If I had to guess I'd say that your first thought upon seeing me was probably wondering which horror movie I had stepped out of. Trust me, I've had a lot of practice seeing people's revulsion lately, don't try and lie to me about it.” Katsu looked at Asami with a certain amount of disappointment adorning his features, obviously convinced that she was lying to him over the matter.

“Secondly you are incorrect. Ms is a term used to politely refer to a woman regardless of her age or marital status, much like Mr is used to refer to a man. If you wish I'm sure a quick look in a dictionary will verify this. Thus, it should be clear I was not assuming anything about your marital status.”

After that Katsu would turn to Amara and give her, and her alone, a polite bow of farewell, ”Amara, I hope you'll forgive my bad behavior, but I'll be leaving rather than join you just now. If you still want to explain deeper about yourself, I would listen at another place and time of your choice. I would tell you my own ambitions if you would want to hear them then. For now, farewell. Be safe.”

Katsu would then slowly turn on his heel and just leave, ignoring any other words directed at him from Asami completely. Well, nobody can make friends with everybody, right?

[Exit]

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Adelpha’s face fell.

On normal days, Adel would love a good argument, but for some odd reason, this one was making her extremely uptight. Her blood was rushing, her strength awaking and settling into mass of solidified handiness. But whom should she take her frustrations out on. Both of them were as bad as each other. A heavy sigh left her lips and she stared down at her almost finished meal. She had forgotten her food. Her attention went from Asami to Katsu before she whimpered softly in her seat, sliding slightly before picking up her fork and finishing the dry meal. It was better to not hurt either one of them, she might kill them with this kind of hidden rage. And she was very angry.

Despite the food being dry and tasteless, she had finished it … surprisingly. While she was eating the tough meat and cold side dish, she ignored her company’s argument, their beliefs were their own and rather boring to listen to. Her focus was on the mission, and what type of medic Asami will be interested in becoming. A grand mistress, she imagined. The woman seemed nothing but perfect, especially if she wanted to go into that career of high importance. She must have good chakra control. Not only that, if archery was a game for her, her arm might be good, as well as her knowledge in the body. She was only thinking so, and could be entirely wrong, but then that could be helped upon. Right?

Once their fight was over, Adelpha turned her attention outward and noticed that Katsu had her attention centered on her. She looked up, questionably only to realize that he was saying his ‘goodbyes’. She was sad surprisingly but judging by these two arguments, it might seem the best move. She didn’t smile however as he turned away. She felt she didn’t need to do anything. With another moan, she turned her attention onto the table, pushed aside the empty plate and glass to the edge and stared straight at Asami. She was disappointed in her behavior, but chose to not mutter any more words to this ‘fire’. This woman wasn’t timid on her opinions.

Let’s get started…

TEMPLATE NOT MINE

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

Insolent Little Bastard!

My annoyance had turned to anger upon listening to Katsu speak to me the way he did. The urge to stand and slam my plate against his scaly face was uppermost in my mind, yet I chose to remain seated and watchful. As he made his move to leave, I sure as hell didn’t reply nor address him. In fact I was happy to see the back of him. Monstrous little bastard.

With him gone, my arms removed themselves from being folded across my chest. Adelpha didn’t look too happy, and to be frank I didn’t care. Both were clearly chuunin, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t able to speak freely. “So shall we do this mission or not?” I ask, my tone guarded, my expression neutral despite my current mood. Perhaps this mission of ours will lighten everything.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Counting to one hundred did not help calm her mood. But as soon as Asami mentioned the mission again, she was relieved. With a nod, she rose from her seat, approached the counter and paid for the dry meal before returning to Asami.

“Very well. I paid for your meal of cause. Let’s leave before I really lose my temper.”

Adelpha had strode into the club like a queen, she left like a murderess enthusiast. At least she was now devoted to something. Making this Genin a Chunin.

Exit to Tower.

TEMPLATE NOT MINE

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

Moody Club

Amarantha had stood up from her seated position, wearing an expression reserved for someone who wants to murder a large amount of people. I watch as she pays for the meals and drink before returning to tell me to – in a way – get a move on. Nodding, I move around the side of the booth and hurry out of the club behind her. Seeing this kunochi so angry was nerve raking since she is going to make me chuunin some say. Let’s see if I can keep her happy.

//Exit