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[PASS] No sooner than wheen Batsu stood back up to his feet, Cassie tapped into Batsu's head and hit him with the same genjutsu. The birds encamped around him and he closed his eyes. Their razor-sharp teeth gleamed in the sunlight.

"Wait a minute," Batsu thought while still trapped. "BIRDS DON'T HAVE TEETH LIKE THAT!!" Why in the hell did it take so long for Batsu to even think about that?! Neverthless, Batsu was way more focused in the technique. He put his fingers to his mouth, closed his eyes, and released himself from the genjutsu. Once he opened his eyes he could see Cassie chuckling in his view.

"You know, I was wondering when you would figure that out. I thought you knew better than that Batsu."

Batsu couldn't say anything. The boy blushed hard and his head dropped in embarrassment. All of a sudden, his siblings' evil tricks didn't sound so bad now.

Mizuiro was going to answer the question when Tensei came along and interrupted their conversation, and began asking the kid who he was too. Which reminded Mizuiro he had yet to have his own question answered also.
"Yes, who are you? I--we are going to train, I was planning on doing some taijutsu." He didn't know if this kid like taijutsu, and he figured Tensei would work on something else. He also figured this guy to be a little odd, but he seemed to like him a little. "What about you? What is your name? I am Mizuiro as my teammate stated."

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Tenshi wondered how well that would go. No doubt Mizuiro would have an upper hand with his Hoshigaki strength. It would be a challenge Tenshi would have to rise to, "Sounds rather interesting..." The kid stated his name and also said he was practically a 'free agent' awaiting his assignment of a squad. When the boy asked who he was and rattled off a series of questions, Tenshi found himself lost and not knowing where to begin. When he finally decided on a question he replied, "As you have guessed I am a Fubuki. The name's Fubuki Tenshi of the main family sect." The young man, Byakuran, was definitely one of the curious sort, but at least he seemed intelligent in his questions. He even heard a word he didn't recognize.

This kid was going to have his mind running in circles. Good thing his sensei pointed out working on his mental capacity... maybe he had a chance to keep up... maybe. "As for my kekkei genkai... I haven't quite figured it out yet, but yes I can eventually make it snow." Tenshi slackened his arms a bit after at least having his name. Tenshi ran through his mind. They were without a team mate and the only other squad he knew of already had three members. No doubt he would be assigned to their squad, though he didn't know about the other students yet. He had yet to go visit them in the academy, which reminded him he had yet to finish the jutsu he was working on. Bah, I'll finish it later... I have the rest of life in front of me. Besides, this is more interesting. He removed himself from his thoughts, "Were you the one rustling leaves before?" He may as well ask, seeing as it popped into his head, "I heard some earlier, but thought it was just an animal or something..."

"Dismantling?" Mizuiro got a little excited, he did like the though of destroying stuff, sounded fun, he wouldn't mind joining in. "Do you want any help with that?"
He stepped forward, obviously eager to get his hands dirty. This sounded goo,d something to do other then train, he did need to train, but destroying stuff sounded fun also. He wondered if their sensei would be okay with it, hopefully she would be. But if not, well, it should be worth it anyway, Mizuiro though.

Byakuran was, truth be told, rather taken aback by the offer. Lifting a brow at the pair. They wanted to help...? Why? He supposed from the Hoshigaki's tone it seemed he favored...dismantling things, in general. That could certainly come in handy... and indeed he supposed that he didn't have any reason to refuse assistance. Though he supposed it would mean he would have to be careful about how he used his kekke genkai...

But that aside... yes. Yes he supposed this would be helpful if nothing else. "Well," he considered aloud in a his more inquisitive look. "I suppose so. Yes. If you were not otherwise occupied I would not turn aside your assistance." he turned his attention to Fubuki as he raised his own questions. "Ah, it seems..." he reached behind him and pulled out the file that Takahashi had given him on the ..."errand". "That it's located in the housing district, just here." there was a rather roughly drawn map in the file as he held it open for them to see. It contained the information on the building, the average number of players, and the four partners which were in charge of facility. They were the four that he was supposed to dispose of. And while Byakuran knew that meant kill, Takahashi hasn't so specifically said as much.

The files were a little to detailed to have come from anyone who didn't have...one foot in the criminal world, as it were. Most of the information within was a little too well researched to have been acquired by ninja. Shinobi on to the place would have merely broken it up... not given this sort of intel to a Genin and requested they make the facility disappear one way or another.

But Byakuran didn't really care. He was a mysterious individual by nature, and it was generally the impression most people got anyway, why fight it? So he had an acquaintance of questionable caliber? Many Shinobi did. And anyway, he always had his sunny attitude to fall back on.

"As for where I got this information..." he smiled brightly, looking rather pleased and blissfully oblivious at the same time. "That...is a secret." he said in a manner so intentionally mysterious, that no one could possibly take him seriously.

(To see if they're slightly suspicious or not.)
Diplomacy Check
Formula: 1d20+1+3
Roll: 10+4= 14


Byakuran adapted a more natural expression just after, as though possessed of an ability to turn off and on his affinity for sensible conversation. "Joking aside. I would be glad for the assistance. I had intended to enter here under a henge... I'm not unskilled with disguising myself, so it shouldn't be a problem... and if you two are accompanying me, you could either try the same method, or I could let you in via this back door." he pointed to said back entrance on the map. "I'm sure it will be guarded of course, but not nearly as heavily as the front entrance." he actualy held out the file mellowly. "Take a look for yourself."

((I think we should each have our own little special part of this mission we create for our character's strengths, and then we'll all take part in a final hoorah battle with some Chunin level guards, sound cool?))

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Byakuran took in this information, his more methodical side of his personality showing itself as he stared at the map. "We'd lose them fairly quickly if we just attempted to attack head on...they'd flee into the surrounding streets and it would difficult to track them down... I suspect they've made plans for such attacks. However..." he pointed to the main lounge of the parlor. "If we can enter the building covertly, without alerting them to our presence, I suspect it would be possible to pick at least one or two off in the upstairs offices, if we can get in, and as for the rest..." he gave a slight smile. "If we can get them into a specific area, I can make sure they won't be able to escape. The Syrup capture should suffice in holding them long enough to for us to dispatch them. Once this is done, of course, I suspect we'll have to deal with the guards they've posted. We might want to take one or two of them out before hand as well. Assuming one is posted at the back entrance, that shouldn't be a problem."

Byakuran betrayed himself in more ways then one. He was a boy who'd been trained not merely in the ninja arts, but more specifically in the art of tactics and warfare. It was something all young Otobe son's of the houses went through. As the second son of the seventh house, even if he WAS somewhat of a black sheep, before he'd been shipped off he'd been raised much with the intent of turning him into an officer, not merely a run of the mill soldier. The Otobe were interested in ruling, and they trained their sons and daughters for such a position.

Byakuran himself was, of course, not the ideal Otobe son, by any means save his talents, but he did have a knack for considering variables, even if he himself wasn't much the sort to take the role of leader. One could even tell from his wording and the way he laid out his vision of the plan that it was suggestion, not an order, which was out of character for one of his line. He sounded more if he was holding a plan out for another to decide or confirm upon. Byakuran was not a leader, no...but at the same time his underlying mysterious nature seemed to mark him as one who would not easily be led either. He was the sort to stand beside others, not in front or behind, and not so much out of any sense of equality, but rather mere preference.

Still, he understood that every group needed a leader. And thus he was willing to humor the practice so long as A: it wasn't him, and B: the person understood that he was merely humoring them, and owed them no such complete allegiance.

This was one of the two chief reasons he disliked his own clan, come to that.