Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-24714922-20170427032842/@comment-26021384-20170427035714

Shinra was still in his workshop, busying himself with a few new tools. The red haired shinobi was trying to figure out why a lot of his tools were sticking to his hands even without gripping onto them as of late. Recently a lot of things seemed to gravitate toward his hands if they were made out of metal. He tried to be reclusive about it, not having experience with something like this before.

Shinra was so busy that when the pounding came on his door, there was a loud clatter of things being tossed around and Shinra falling onto the floor. Strangely enough a bunch of his tools formed a sort of cather's mitt, keeping him from hitting the ground hard. ANd then let him thump on the floor. Shinra quickly got up at the name of Ranta being mentioned. In a flash, Shinra was off to his wardrobe.

He grabbed an eyepatch with the team instinct logo on it and put it on over his right eye. Throwing on a black and white top with the black on the lower half and white on the upper half, three white dots in the dark half. He threw on his team instinct coat, pulling it on taut before slipping into dark pants. Close toed ninja tabi on his feet! He quickly gathered his inventory: two metal folding fans, six kunai and fourteen shuriken. A spool of wire string, three paper bombs and a single smoke bomb. All of these things put into various pouches on his pants. In a special pocket he deposited three blood pills, for the sake of his anemia that he was prone to.

Once he was all ready, he was already outside next to Takahiro. Always the voice of reason, Shinra grasped Takahiro's shoulders. "We're going to go find him. Calm down and stick together. Team Instinct never dies so long as we are together. Right?" He was ready to head out and help move the earth to speed them along their journey.