Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-26021384-20170819004024/@comment-28929139-20170824003415

Pandora could see it written across all their young virginal faces, a flash it of shining in the whites of their eyes and smell it oozing off them like a stink. Wariness, distrust, and disdain. It was evident that they were on edge, but goddamn it, where in human hell was Marek? Lagging behind yet again, she could have clawed his eyes out and fed it to her favorite black widow for the unnecessary insolence he was showing. She didn't have to look around to know that he was back to hiding in the trees, but why on Leviathan's blue ocean would he do that?

Was he that afraid of himself that he was going to shy away from some amateur shinobi?

Pandora did a visual sweep of the ensemble to see who was whom. They had the oh so timid leader. The pseudo wayward scullery maid. The overworked and therefore edgy scullery maid. A useless meat suit. And then, of course, the preteen of the hour. There was only one true threat among this star, and even that could have been debated, yet still, he was playing it safe. Pity. Left to do the legwork by herself, she smiled sagely to the bashful auburn teenager. "It would certainly be interesting to see." Her voice had only the slightest uplift in tone, but she kept her general gaze on Michirama. Oh they'd had time all right, because otherwise, why would they stop? Then again, she only needed an answer.

"Allow me to be concise then. Tell me. Would you happen to kno-"

Now Marek decides that he wants in on the conversation? A small vein that laced the back of her right ear would slightly twitch and extrude with frustration at the sudden change in plans, but she'd have no choice but to play along now lest they raise more suspicion than they already had done. So now, she waited, anticipating the responses and kickback they were about to receive.