Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-27079171-20161201163153/@comment-30269418-20161201174959

Before the boy exits the alley;

Rena was annoyed. A team mission? They haven't even started acknowledging each other as a team yet. She stood awkwardly with her teammates before sliding a kunai out of her long, casual winter-shirt sleeve. A thin line of blood bloomed from her hand, and she held it up. "If this is stealth, then we need to know where our companions are, do we not? We should move as a unit rather than as singles. One of us should stick to the rooftops with a visual at all times. This person needs to be able to stay out of sight of the target, yet be able to keep up at the same time." She'd been reading Shinobi Tactics Vol 12. "Aburame, you need to do whatever you can. I don't know your abilities but I'd assume they're useful. Anyways, hold out your hands and take this blood into your body by any means neccesary; I'll be able to track you both and know your distance from me." She held out her hand and squeezed it into a fist, the blood quickly dripping down. They'd have to reach out and grab it. After they both did, or if one refused {she'd give them a glare, as the mission would become a little more difficult like that and they needed to move as a unit, knowing what they were doing, and she'd insist {if one refused} that they take the blood yet again} she'd make the handsigns for Blood Rememberance when the blood was infused into their body. "Aburame, I suggest you're on the ground and Satoshi is on the rooftops. However, you guys can switch, if you'd like. It's only that I find that Satoshi is quite dependable, and the rooftop position will definetely be the one to attack from above... and possibly the first to attack." With that, she turned. "We're all being depended on, so let's get it done, okay?"

She'd then walk into the direction the location of the target was. A ramen shop, huh? It would be better if whoever was going on the ground would stick around, but she'd already disguised every hint of her being a shinobi when hearing the type of mission it was. She may not be strong, but she was smart. She'd enter the ramen shop and look at the menu.

After the boy exits the alley; 

Rena was possibly the closest to the boy. She'd exit the ramen shop, waving and saying 'thank you for the meal' after having stared at the menu for a couple of minutes, which would possibly provide confusion from the person running it. A scarf was wrapped around her neck to hide her headband; she was dressed in winter clothing. Feminine winter clothing. To anyone, she'd simply be a flustered young girl who was trying to buy some sort of last-minute thing for someone before the shops closed. Although she was strange, acting like a civilian was definetely something she'd been used to; her expression made her look vunerable, lost. To her, a valuable skill in the shinobi world is the ability to hide your true intentions. She shivered. This was nothing more than a falseity, as her blood controlled her temperature, but it would make sense since night was much colder than day. Even if night was only dawning now, the temperature would definetely drop. Her white strands of hair were deep within her purple braid; simply for today, she looked like a normal, non-shinobi. Although, underneath all of the garments, she had a kunai and two senbon wrapped to each of her wrists and a explosive paper tag rolled in her braid in a way that made it impossible to see unless you dug into her thick hair. There was no way she'd fail this mission.

She'd wave at the back of someone who was nearby, 'catching up' with them as a normal person would. Again, her movements needed to be subtle.

She'd walk beside whoever was close to her, pretending to laugh with them. She was unnoticeable and no sound came from her lips, but it was so loud on the main street that it didn't matter. Her eyes never lingered on the target, and she never looked at him directly. Yet, she'd follow him, making sure not to switch the person she was with. Consistency was key and the unnoticeable factor would change if her course changed.

Depending on whether or not they followed her plans on the rooftop, and if her blood was infused into their body, she'd glance at them from the corner of her eye, not changing her body posture. Even if they were blocked by something that would hide them, she'd make it look like she was glancing at the sky. She'd make an offhanded remark about the weather, something that even a stranger could respond to. Hopefully everything was going as planned; if so, she'd look like a citizen. She believed in her companions; even if she didn't know the Aburame all that well she believed he could handle himself. She knew Satoshi could handle himself.