Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-30362709-20170409225225/@comment-28929139-20170411043703

Still as a statue and silent as a grave, Tak's intrinsic sense of misanthropic anger settled itself back in while she listened to all the chatter around her. They all may as well have been speaking in Urdu as far as she was concerned, a mutual disacknowledgement of vapor so to speak. That was fine, let them talk, her scowl returned and Tak turned her chin slightly down and to the right as she looked away. Still, that never stopped her racing mind from constantly scanning the people around her, the devil was in the details, right? And when her eyes had locked with Noir, it happened.

Or perhaps not, since it would be several seconds later that when Tak tried to step back that she realized she couldn't. If it was even possible to do, she would have furrowed her brow with frustration, but a panoramic once over of the others would give her a clue. The brunette had become animated now, Big Red was playing bird, and the army man made some kind of incantation and cocked into a tree. That only left one person.

If it was at all possible, her eyes locked onto Noir once again, impregnated with dark accusation but she meditated in that manner to let her chakra flow to the right places. If it could flow, that is. Assuming this jutsu was only effective externally, Tak willed her chakra and electricity to flood into the joints of her fingers of the left hand and gradually tried to flex her fingers and close them tighter around the massive needle in her hand. But this was new territory....would it work?