The very moment Mado cuffed his hand, Hakuren couldn't help himself from shaking with laughter. Albeit he refrained from allowing the eruption within his throat to escape, Leon, the newest member of their group, did it in his stead. The boy laughed like a drain, loud and clear, so hard one would presume he would fall over himself. The young man in the midnight green coat did not take this to heart at all. In fact, he was pleased with this reaction. It hinted that the two of them had a similar taste for jokes. 
Indeed, this was a laughable situation, one so ridiculous that the best of comedians would die on sight from lung exhaustion. A half naked murderer-to-be, who wore a playful mistress suit and held a knife in her hand, had just handcuffed a male from her group, whilst an eccentric youngster shuck like a volcano and a silent puppy girl wordlessly watched in the background. If not hilarious, it was certainly odd, weird in fact, and perhaps one of those scenes people would nervously walk past, pretending not to see or hear anything for the direction of the quatro. 
Yet, as delightful and as indecent this play was, it had to be noted how innocent the lunatic was. Truth it was that her mental state was unbalanced and it could not be denied that she had ofttimes had murderous intentions, but in this case scenario Hakuren could not detect the slightest hint or indication of her having dirty thoughts. It was questionable if she was at all aware of what she was wearing, let alone what she was doing. Then again, an unstable mind was a peculiar puzzle, one not easily deciphered as it was a complicated code of mixed up digits and contradictions, which only made sense to whoever was thinking it. This being said, it would not be ludicrous to call insanity a form of genius. Only the most elaborate of minds could think up the world's greatest inventions and the method they used to assemble the pieces needed for their creation in their thought was one only they themselves could comprehend entirely, not to mention many thinkers and inventors had one or two lose screws, just like Mado herself. If one were to view the world in this sense, it could very well be that she was the sanest of them all.

[b]"Thank you very much for your concern~"[/b] the green-blue-eyed lad appreciated the gift. Fortunately, its other end was not tied to another's wrist and, having dealt with this sort of restrain, he would have no problem taking it off a bit later, once they got moving and his companion no longer payed attention to him. 
[quote=Leon]
[b] “Well, I don’t know how much protection a [i]vibrating carrot[/i] would give you but the whips could surely be counted as a weapon.”[/b][/quote]
[i]'...Were they at...Lucky dog...' [/i]

The greenhorn nudged the lass' bag with his foot as a method of pointing towards what he was referring to and, for good or for worse, the power of that motion was fat too great and an item leaped out from the contents. Making impact with the ground, not a split second later did it begin buzzing and slowly creeping forwards in a similar fashion to a ringing phone with the sound turned off. For a short moment, all remained quiet as every gaze in that short circle of four was directed towards what appeared to be a vibrating carrot. A vibrating carrot. This was the final straw, pardon, vegetable. Hakuren burst out laughing, not as a drain, yet still enough to make a few winged pancakes fly off a nearby rooftop. He attempted to place a hand over his mouth, but his own shaking was far too intense to subdue, thus he opened the doors of his heart and let the bells of joviality ring with his voice. 
[b]"Where'd you get that?"[/b] the university student finally asked, a smile still gracing his face [b]"A cathouse? Who would have thought our newest member had it in him."[/b]
Of course, he was looking at Leon. It was more unlikely that he forced the girl to take those items and dress in that fashion, than her doing it by herself, yet this was quite the favorable situation. It could serve as ammunition in case the newbie ever decided to turn on him or if an appropriate time were to come to create a pun out of it. There were so many possibilities, too many to count. After all, a good taste of vegetable stew was never bad for the heart. An apple a day keeps the doctor away. It was round, red and juicy, albeit a fruit, but weren't all feminine things sweet like that? A carrot now, that was another matter. It was lean and steady, a fine sword to win the battle for health. The two, despite belonging to quite the different systems, were close in more than one occasion, however, this...Was pure loveliness.

[More might be added, depending on Oblivion]

After this amusing episode, the group proceeded with exchanging information. Feather, a befitting nickname for their amber-eyed member, took the microphone first and explained what they had found during the course of their search. Overall, nothing new was mentioned, with the exception of the witch having followers, yet even that had been jotted down in Mr. Mathema's diary. Once the explanation was completed, it was time for Hakuren to steal the spotlight.
[b]"On our side, we have an old lady crock's tale and a square root man's diary."[/b] he introduced the two sides of the coin they had earned in their search. [b]"From the first, we learned a few tasty bits of information. It seems the town's residents couldn't give the downed woman the benefit of the doubt. They were dead sure she was a witch."[/b] both metaphorically and literally speaking [b]"Apparently, she caused plenty of mayhem in these parts and had the power to shape-shift and call out spirits. However, none of the numerous examples the gator gave us of the witch's misdeeds can be counted as evidence, since there wasn't any solid proof to back them up. Still, it doesn't matter in the first place, now, does it? If a lie were to be repeated three times, it becomes truth, thus whether she was a witch or not isn't the point. The villagers believed she was and drowned her. Just your everyday example of words changing somebody's destiny."[/b] the youngster remarked and continued [b]"We should make sure to stay on their good side. Just like "the witch", they aren't fond of our kind. Who knows, maybe we'll be the next "witches"."[/b] a smirk escaped [b]"There wasn't a single piece regarding the whereabouts of the witch's home, but we did receive some info about the caves. In the past, festivals used to be held nearby it and in it, yet the knowledge about its background and purpose has been lost. It was most likely to either honor a deity or to prevent evil beings from coming to destroy the village, so we shouldn't be surprised if the place appears haunted."[/b] Not that Yonder itself didn't appear possessed.[b] "The good thing is we were told of a shortcut, so we'll be able to spare some time."[/b] Mrs Anaisiuol had been helpful in many ways. [b]"As for the square root's diary, it didn't provide us with much, other than a portrayal of some of Yonder's brighter days, town tales and a brief depiction of the hunt. What can be told from it is that the siren's singing began immediately after the witch was drowned in the lake, making it all that more plausible for the two to be the same person."[/b] He had not ignored the possibility of the witch and the siren being two different people, the first being an innocent victim of the latter's doings, who later devised this tactic of sending Nowhereians to their watery death, once her land-dwelling puppet had been broken. Now that he was given the chance to sum up and revise the acquired intell, the young man understood that they had made little progress. Of course, little could be expected from raiding houses and asking locals. Not a single flicker of light was shown upon the Siren's song, the mysterious elusive entity they were meant to find. The only thing they had received in exchange for their investigation was a more detailed view of the witch hunt, which was more or less of no importance as an even, seeing as the most important person, the one who most likely held the information they needed, had been murdered. [b]"Well, enough fooling around."[/b] he sighed, the pinch of disappointment detectable in his voice [b]"Lets head to our second destination."[/b] Hopefully, it would hold a greater treasure inside than the moldy timeless village. [b]"Oh, and Mado-chan~ Do keep onto that bag of items. They might come in handy."[/b] he told her with a cheerful smile as he put the diary of Mr. Mathema in his wooden cupcake mailbox. The boy already had a notebook of his own.