Welcome to Gaia! ::

((I should have clarified. I meant they were only showing you where the rooms were. You are free to explore.))

(( do we all just want to skip to the evening, and kick things into gear? ))

(No real problem here. But we need a quick filler that the genin either found Yuki or not and then if the other cells need anything... I haven't really been reading theirs.. I'm sorry you guys.)

Mayumi giggled with delight. This is a rare occasion, getting to take a nice, hot bath at a very luxurious house. Indeed, she planned to spend as long she could possible in the tub, without getting too wrinkly or passing out from the heat. She walked carefully through the house, getting a feel for it herself, using the echoes of her footsteps as measurements to gauge the the distance between the walls of the hallways, and using frequent touches to determine where to turn, and whether there was a door there or not.

Her senses tingled, not only did the house smell nice, but the floors and the walls were made of top-class materials. As she walked, she ingrained the layout of the house in her memory, starting from when she came in, to when they ate, and when she stood up to explore.

((I'm fine with getting on the RP))

Roque had polished off five bowls of ramen, mostly noodles and meat which is what he preffered. Kiesel enjoyed some of the meat that Roque tossed up at seemingly random intervals.
He only participated in the conversation to inject a joke or two. He was busy refreshing his batteries after the sparing match with Kinu.
He helped Gaen home before getting back to his appartment. The note on the fridge was still there, and Roque proceded to cook the ham he had saved for his meal. It was done by supper, and he left a little for his room mate before placing himself firmly in the cornor of his room while Kiesel took up residence of Roques bed.



Gaen had eaten one bowl of ramen, having placed some nutrient tablets in before hand. For most of the conversation he had his head in the empty bowl. At one point, he was asked his specialty, and his back grew twenty odd spiney thorns. They retracted, and Gaen didn't move otherwise.
Roque helped him home, though Gaen was feeling better by then, the nutrients having helped sooth his tired muscles. When he got home though, he went directly to bed, only pausing to wave to his mother who was still doing crunches. She cursed and started counting from one again.

Isaaku was getting a little more talkative the more the group stayed together. He enjoyed the hyperactivity of Batafurai, and he was curious of Ran's silence. Her name kept running through his mind though, "Kaguya... Where have I heard that before? Maybe I've read it..."

When he returned to the apartment buildings, he noticed the ham, but did not indulge. He knew that his room mate was Chunin, probably a little vain based on the equipment he'd seen there. "I shouldn't try to judge him though. Maybe he's really cool." He shrugged his shoulders to himself before tossing a blanket onto Roque. He saw no reason to let the Chunin catch a chill, even if he was indoors. Evidently, he was hungrier than he thought, his stomach growled rather loudly. He took only half of what was left of the ham and placed the rest back in the mini-fridge, curious of how it fit the first time.

Afterward he headed to the showers and left it in a poor condition. Everything there was brown, one of the side effects of a lot of running and the tortoise shell jutsu. He cleaned that then before jumping into his bed, forgetting to take his headband off, he had changed into his pajamas though.

(Roque was asleep, correct?)

They all finally met up for lunch, which was filled with conversation. Afterward, they began some training regimens, most focused on frequency, how quickly they could repeat different jutsu, and and duration, how many times they could repeat different jutsu. Yuki was satisfied by their level of prowess and dismissed them all as sunset drew nigh.

He returned to his messy apartment, strewn with papers. Tired from a day of overseeing his new squad (which he was absolutely sure he would eventually become accustomed to), he soon went to bed. All of his gear remained on his peron except for his weaponry, headband, and sandals.

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Tonbo soon grew bored of simply waiting as his apartment while his clones did all the work. So, he set out to attend to minor tasks he had been delaying for a while. Dashing around from location to location, he completed the flood of chores. By this time it was already night. In fact, it had been night for a few hours already. I'm already late. Pivoting on his heel, he lept from the ground and sped towards the lonely ramen shop. Shadows of the city flew by him as he neared his destination. He could now see the dim light from the ramen shop at the end of the alley. On his next step, he knelt partially and shot upward. Upon descension, he appeared to nearly clikcer into a seat across from another ANBU. Asking for a quick shot of sake, it was soon delivered to him. He removed his mask, laying it on the bar before him. His blonde hair was horribly messy, having been in his helment-like mask all day. Looking at the shot of alcohol within his aura he coud tell it was lukewarm. Concentrating for just a moment, the temperature of his small drink sunk to 36*F. The glass gained a frosty look, and Tonbo quickly downed the 2-ounce depressant.

Setting the glass back on the table, he slid it over to Berai across he smooth wooden counter while the ramen shop owner was tending to a massive pot of said noodles. When the glass stopped, Tonbo paid no atention to the reaction of the other ANBU. He simply stretched back and removed the bandages covering his ears, forehead, and chin. His full face no revealed, his ashen skin made him look almost sickly in the flourescent lighting.

Tonbo's presence was acknowledged by Berai sliding the shot away. Sitting idly, he waited for a response as the other ANBU removed his mask. At 'Plan A', turned, looking to both of them.

"D'either of ya say somethin'?" The shopkeeper asked, curiously looking to both of them. No reply was given him, so he spoke, "You know, all you ANBU folks are so quiet. Sometimes I feel as if I'm serving mutes here at night."

Tonbo remained expressionless, waiting for the man to finish his monologue. When the man was done speaking, he looked to both of them for a reply for a few seconds before turning back to his food.

"Affirmative." At Tonbo's quiet word, the shop tender only shook his head while stirring the ramen. Although Tonbo could have spoken while the man was paying attention, he chose not to, because he felt that extra caution should be excercised.

"Thank you, kind sir," Tonbo spoke more loudly. With that, he left the correct amount of yen on the table and stood, walking away slowly. As he waited for Berai to speak once more or at least react, Tonbo casually reached into his pouch.