Division B - Myth
There would be a whirling sensation. Unlike the usual instantaneous movement technique that Myth was gifted with, there was a sensation of spiraling through some sort of narrow passage. Myth would feel as if the sensation lasted seconds, though it actually hit him instantly and vanished instantly. The teleportation was in a blink, however it would feel as if Myth had been tossed down some shaft and was spinning and spinning in in a constant, circular rotation. Even when he was inside, stationary, and the technique completed the boy would feel this alien vertigo upon the completion of the technique. He would feel the usual substantial amount of chakra lost as well from using the skillful technique. As sleep took the boy he'd hear voices.
There were various voices...
One of them, a female type, would sound fairly familiar.
Whenever Myth would regain consciousness...
The boy would realize that he'd be alone. He'd warped into a bedroom, by the look of things. The bedroom was barren, having been ransacked ages passed. There was a bedframe, however it was but a skeleton without the plushy mattress and the matching sheets. To the left of the bed there was a dresser and to the right there was a tall, standing wardrobe. Both were locked, but the lock could be broken off should one desire to investigate the contents. There were a pair of windows in the room that were both boarded up. To the opposite ends of the room there were doors, each in line with the other on the opposing wall, and both would be locked. Myth could try either door, the one to the far right of the room or the one to the far left. Breaking them open would not be impossible.
If Myth looked up he'd see an incredibly intricate runic tattoo on the ceiling. From the outermost markings it looked like a contract seal, the same that were usually related to summoning techniques, however it was so detailed and so elaborate that it wasn't something you'd find in any technique out of an academy book. No, it would be far older and far more complicated than that, but it would strangely seem familiar to Myth. Like something that looked like something familiar or something that'd remind the boy of something...? Most certainly, Myth had never seen such a mark before, but it would bring about that itch of knowledge. Myth would have the twinge at the back of his head or the tip of his tongue out of familiarity but, unfortunately, he'd be unable to explain or relate just where he saw such or what it reminded him of.
Even after having rested quite a while Myth would still feel dazed and a little dizzy. Aside from being a little dizzy, the next thing that would practically smack the boy in the face was this...Dust. The air tasted dusty and it would quickly run into his nose and poke at his eyes, slightly irritating them. It wasn't anything he couldn't adjust too, but it would be a pretty big inconvenience. It tasted like old wood, dirt and was slightly salty, actually. On top of being dusty it was also very arid in this building. There was absolutely zero humidity, thus making Myth have dry skin and feel as if each and every dirt particle were laying on him. There were especially a lot behind his collar. In fact, it felt as if something was stuffed behind his collar. There was a sort of lump in his shirt at his shoulders. The dryness in this building really allowed one to make out just how dirty and dusty it was, the wooden smell almost overpowering everything else.
Myth had plenty of options. Whatever he would decide to do was up to him. He could try teleporting out, using Safe Place again to go to his real bed, or try exploring or just outright waiting for someone to come in after. Whether he recalled the voices from before or not may help him in deciding just what he was going to try doing next. Likely, if there were others in here it would most certainly breed some sort of trouble for the Genin.
Taiho
Attached to the appendages on your body
The statement stood out the most as Shio first started talking. Taiho didn't pay too much mind to her defense about the gift. Her reasoning made sense, thus there wasn't anything more to say. However, the latter portion of what she said outright did cause Taiho to question. Did she state such because the bird was more powerful than it appeared or because she would interfere? Taiho didn't understand why. Clearly, if it were some sort of pet or beloved weapon she'd have just said so bluntly. Her roundabout vague statement made Taiho think back to the moment when he thought she'd murdered someone before coming here. Would she murder Taiho on a whim? Carelessly tearing off his arms and legs before strutting off to go do some menial taskwork? Again, Taiho found himself unable to relate to her personality type.
Taiho was snatched form his thoughts as Shio continued, bringing up what she'd have them do. His eyes looked her over a moment before they fell upon her avian friend for a few seconds before, yet again, they were returned to the senor Sensei.
As Shio was about to explain, Kyo was taken off by another instructor, thus removing himself from the squad.
That just left himself and Shio and, not really caring that Kyo was long gone, Taiho followed.
"You are still very rude," Taiho would, out of nowhere, bluntly state, "Trying to logically reason around being rude just means you are used to being rude to people. You can't logically try to explain something that needs..." Taiho started, looking a way a moment. The word escaped him. The boy clearly looked like he was searching for a word, which was just barely in his teenage vocabulary. It looked like, despite everything Shio had explained, he had an opinion that he felt should be stated. "Empathetic resonance?" He'd say, though it sounded like a question. Clearly, he was referring to Shio's down-to-the-point character. She was so logistical. As if everything she did had to be backed by some need or reason. Taiho gathered, from just watching her talk and listening to her words, that she was a highly serious person and honestly didn't care for the emotional needs of others. It was a terrible fault in a Sensei, though it was coincidentally a trait that resonated with Taiho's own lack of a personality. Speaking logically and without remorse was easy for the both of them, which would most assuredly make them contrast more than it would make them conjoin in terms of ideals.
"It doesn't really matter to me, as I didn't think his gift made sense either. But isn't it customary for you to at least pretend you would have liked it?" Despite the nature of the question and it's depth, there wasn't any real sound of interest in Taiho's words. It almost sounded, just by his tone, that he was just bringing this up to talk poorly of Shio rather than to offer any constructive criticism. It sounded as if Taiho were saying it as a jab, due to the lack of any sort of "emotional resonance" attempt with his Sensei. It wasn't to get to know her or to level with her or to try to offer her good advice. He was stating it as flatly as a fact and didn't honestly mind one way or the other her response or defense. He'd take it in reasonably and offer a retort in this exact same manner.
"Also," He'd say, switching topics casually, "I am not very suited to close hand-to-hand. A training dummy exercise would mostly benefit me for throwing practice," As if he'd just decided what they would be doing in the training session, Taiho kept on following after Shio while looking off in the distance.