[b]Tadashi Sakurai [/b]

Tadashi munched on one of the chocolate chip cookies as the other members came in. He rather liked most of them. They were all interesting and Tadashi had probably had at least one conversation with all of them. He figured it wasn't like that in other clans. Well, maybe the red clan was kind of like that, but from what he'd seen of the Blues (and vaguely heard about of the golds) they were all uniforms and strict rules and that did not sound fun at all. (He could appreciate a uniform though, because some of the blue clan looked very good in them.) Pipe bombs and chocolate chip cookies, on the other hand, were fantastic, so it was probably for the best that Tadashi was involved with JUNGLE. 

He listened to Matsura's plan attentively. It didn't sound too complicated, and while he could probably throw in a few 'what if's, Tadashi trusted that Matsura had thought about all of that. They'd dealt with the reds enough before to know how they acted. He wasn't necessarily a fan of setting off bombs in the middle of a busy intersection, but if that was what he was supposed to do, he would do it. Still, there was something telling Tadashi that maybe it wasn't a good idea to set up explosives where there could be innocent bystanders. He shook his head. Everything would be okay. None of their plans had gone horribly wrong yet, so why would this one? He told himself to stop worrying about it so much. 

[i]I should just get to work. That'll take my mind off of it[/i]. That was exactly what Tadashi did. After saying goodbye to the other teams, Tadashi took the people that had been assigned to work with him down to the garage. "Okay, so we've done stuff like this before. I need a few of you to stay here and help me build these pipe bombs. But I also need people to go out and buy some back packs or something that we can put these in so that people won't notice right away that they are in fact, well, you know, pipe bombs." 

With that, everyone got to work. They were on a limited time schedule and, while the bombs weren't particularly challenging to build, it was a very delicate process. One wrong move and this entire place could go up in smoke. Wanting to lock the rest of the world and his worries out, Tadashi focused solely on building the bombs. His hands worked on autopilot, happy to be doing something. It was the best stress reliever he could think of. 

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[b]Mikami Kumini [/b]

She seemed to be lightening up a little bit, or, at least, she was less nervous than before. In that Mikami found a little bit of relief. While he did occasionally enjoy the perks of his subordinates being scared of him, it wasn't his goal. Trust between members of the clan was important, and when someone is scared of a person they don't usually trust them. On top of that, he'd heard that she was a nice enough person from some of the older members that were more comfortable around him. 

"How I feel about the current issues involving HOMRA?" He thought about it for a moment. How did he feel about HOMRA? He didn't really know any of them, so he couldn't guess any of their intentions. He had gone over some data from the past, from before he'd became king and the early years of his job as the leader of Scepter 4 and noticed one thing. HOMRA had become more and more violent as time went on. Something about that didn't feel quite right. Before, they liked to take justice into their own hands, but there was usually some kind of reason to their actions. More recently though, something was a miss. They were acting out for what appeared to be no reason. It didn't quite fit. Without actual proof though, Mikami would never be able to change the minds of almost every other person involved with the Kings and their clans. 

"I think that we should continue to monitor them as we always have, but I also feel like there's something under the surface that we're not seeing. I don't believe the people at HOMRA are bad people and that they usual act within reason, even if it is a very skewed type of reasoning." 

He didn't say anything else on the subject, mostly because he wasn't entirely sure what to do with the thoughts themselves. He didn't have much spare time on his hands to investigate why HOMRA was acting the way it had been lately. 

"Anyways, if you don't mind I know a nice cafe not too far from here. You can come join me for something to eat if you wish."