Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-30362709-20170409225225/@comment-28929139-20170411010537

Tak could only be thankful to Siddhartha that so far, things were okay and these kids were neither as vain nor as pretentious the students from the academy. Noir [Takahiro] was the first to speak, and she scanned his face much in the same manner he had, but instead of chakra and movements, she watched him talk. From the shape and width of his mouth, the amount of space between his teeth, to the way he enunciated words. The same sort of observance would be had for the brunette girl when she spoke, but when she bowed, Tak instinctively inclined her head down just slightly in reciprocal greet. She was more concise, as was Red [Shinra], Tak could respect that. "Nice to....meet you too. My name is Tak Sagara."

Her teeth bit down into the fleshy bed of her tongue while she piped down and listened to them converse among each other. Her eyes had been watching all of their hands down, taking in the details of its coordination with verbal speech and aesthetic details from cleanliness to vein presence. She didn't quite know how to explain what she wanted to work on without stating the obvious, so instead of doing so, she simply rolled up the sleeves to her tunic, revealing that the there was a senbon needle the size of a large pencil tied to each of her wrists. A simple tilt of her hand caused the needle suppressed to her left wrist to spark with a few ribbons of static and it slid into her grip.

Before she could do the same with her right hand, Tak's head snapped up and sniffed at the air. In that same moment, the man with the army from that other village was swiftly approaching.