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~ Seichirō Roga

"Civilian dispersal?", Seichirō thought to himself, his hairless chin being unconsciously stroked by the thumb and the index finger of his right hand. He could destroy the statue single-handedly either via Ash Pile Burning or Deadly Pellet Incursion, provided his teammates took care of Hamajo's defenses. However, for the life of him, he couldn't see why he was a good choice to drive civilians away from the battle zone. The Kumo freak of nature would be much more fitting for that. He didn't know that Maema guy, but he'd taken a glimpse of Akumako's shenanigans so he got why she was perfect for it. In a way, she reminded Seichirō of his own mother. She too bore the physical frame of a yard gnome, the power of a golem and the mental availability of a meth addict. A truly unpredictable combo.

Seichirō pondered bringing up those points to Senihime, barely raising his finger in an inquisitive manner, but he was cut short by a voice that he'd become much too familiar for his liking. He watched in surprise as Akumako kicked off her seat, saluted her sister, said some weirdly ominous stuff about a shrine, most likely regarding the shrine of the Osuushi clan and then scampered out, all done in an erratic manner that really made Seichirō NOT look forward to the upcoming events. He threw a look at Maema as if trying to ask him what the hell's going on before reluctantly pacing after Akumako. From there on, he went through the most hellish fifteen minutes of his life.

Throughout her multiple trips around the base, Seichirō kept his mouth shut, often throwing a side glance at the Nisshoku kid to see if he was just as annoyed. He tried to make a comment regarding her room's content, which he thought was rather colorful, but her incessant babbling kept getting in the way and at one point he gave up. To be clear, if it was any other person, Seichirō would be quick to let them know what a pain in his ass they were, however Akumako was the Commander's sister. Not only that, she was also a very powerful Jonin with poor impulse control. She was not a person you'd want to piss off. However, that did not mean she had his attention. You had to be a better man than the teen Roga to actually devote your attention to her bullshit.

As they sat down, with their three plates of Akumako specials, because apparently nepotism was the norm within the ranks of the Jiyutai, Seichirō extended his hand immediately and reached for one of the cupcakes only to be politely informed that one of them may be poisoned. In what can be described best as a knee jerk reaction, he threw the cupcake back on the plate, perhaps a little bit harder than he wanted to. His eyes met with Kuko's now squinted ones as he couldn't help but smirk. "You know what? I'm not even hungry." Technically he wasn't lying, but he really did want to taste an Akumako, as wrong as that sounds.

Seichirō began paying attention to Akumako once she started talking about the plan, but at this point he'd lost hope that she'd actually say something worth his time. And true to his predictions, her plan was not really much of a plan. It was a fantasy display of an already overlong manga that's actually shamelessly cashing in on historical events, but of course putting a spin on them that requires a huge suspension of disbelief. Seichirō also used to read those back in Konoha, but he stopped after volume V when Ten Tails Pain created a hole in the universe's fabric and annihilated all space-time ninjutsu. That's when it got too ridiculous for his tastes. Volume I to IV were actually decent, though.

"Sorry, Akumako-san, but that's not really a plan.", Seichirō finally spoke, his hands cupping behind his head as he laid back on his seat. "We're gonna need something more specific. Something that conforms to our individual fighting styles while at the same time highlighting our common strong points.", he paused for a second to place his elbows on the table, putting his hands mere inches away from Akumako's plate. "Don't worry, though. Once we figure out a plan, you'll have the best part in it.", Seichirō let out a chuckle, not a genuine one but disguised good enough to look like it. He had no idea how Akumako would react to someone tossing away her suggestions just like that, so he figured he'd need something to soften the "blow". That didn't mean he was OK with the "learn each other's blindspots" tidbit though. That was hard to do for a man like Seichirō, who considered everyone on the faction to be a potential enemy.

His facial expression changed from his smiley one to a more exasperated, somewhat neutral look as he veered his sight towards Maema. He had to break the ice somehow, and there was really no easy way to do it but by initiating conversation, especially when you have to deal with such a hard shell like Maema.

"Oy, you..", Seichirō spoke.

"You talked something about a Kekkei Tota earlier. You want to elaborate on it? It might help us on our task."

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I'd be hilarious to me if our characters got into some sort behind the scenes matchmaking war, though I highly doubt that would happen or be very successful.

@Raijinslayer

It's on, scrub.

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@RaijinslayerAs the world renowned and universally praised prodigious artist Justin Bieber once put it "Never say never."

Every healthy relationship starts with two people thinking they can do much, much better.

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I know it's still early for that, but I'm totes shipping Maema and Rin. So will my character, in a twisted, frat boy type of way.

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~ Seichirō Roga

Wrapping jobs don't take an in-depth knowledge of rocket science. You grab a strip of thin cloth and twirl it around whatever you are trying to wrap, and voila! It practically does itself. Seichirō, however, was treating a mundane task such as that with the concentration and determination only required for B-Rank missions. To his defense, he didn't have anything better to do and the act of covering Yin's handle with bandages wasn't as time consuming - what made the time fly by was his seemingly never ending dissatisfaction with his work.

Suddenly, he heard someone calling out his name, a female voice. "Yep, that's me!", the young Roga responded in a faux enthusiastic manner, his sight set on Yin's handle. The fact that he was prioritizing a senseless task over his summoning, which most likely had some pretty important implications to it, was a testament to his "unwavering" loyalty to the cause. "After the rain, comes the rainbow." was one of the unofficial propaganda banners that Jiyutai supporters enjoyed tossing around like they're in the world's most convoluted game of hot potato, which to Seichirō was a sugar-coated way of saying "Let's fuck shit up and hope that what's left is of convenience to us." Some might call it cynicism, but he likes to call it a bullshit radar.

It took Seichirō a while to realize that no words had been uttered since he responded to the girl's calling. Slightly dumbfounded, he uncrossed his legs and turned his head around. That's when he saw that the summoner was not A girl; it was the sister of the Jiyutai's leader. It was then that she decided to talk, letting him know he was needed in Room 8B. Seichirō nodded affirmatively, prompting the girl to vanish from his line of sight. He accelerated Yin's wrapping process before sheathing it in his back along with it's trusted comrade, Yang.

Like the other unfortunate ones, Seichirō also did not resort to small talk while on his way to the meeting room. There was a very real chance that he'd be pitted against them at some point, which was his main reason as to why he was trying to avoid making more bonds. He had his fingers crossed, for if the upcoming task put them in a scenario where interactions were unavoidable, then he'd be, as he himself once eloquently put, "fucked". Not even his steely gaze can enforce the defense systems surrounding his kind heart. Like the older woman, Seichirō also opted to not take the chair, choosing to remain in a standing position. It was not an act of rebellion. It's just that his feet were sore because of having them crossed for too long. He had a brief but ominous staring contest with the 6 foot tall freak of nature. From what he could deduce, the weird-looking shinobi was sizing him up. And then came Senihime.

All the Jiyutai supporters and those participating in it found her to be an amazing leader. There were songs sung regarding her unmatched charisma, a charisma that Seichirō attributes to her huge rack. It had to be addressed at some point. Not to say that the young Roga had fallen prey to her good looks; dude had a perverted jutsu on his portofolio which he'd spent a good portion of summer practicing. He liked to believed he was already immune. However, even with his innate ability to drain the value from everything, he would admit time and time again that her fighting skills were unmatched. Contrary to popular belief, she was also a pretty decent person, so that was a bonus.

Seichirō's sight moved all over the room at a consistent pace, watching over everyone who was making their introductions. The guy with the horns was from the Ryuuga clan, a name familiar to Seichirō. They were supposed to be very troublesome clan in Kumogakure, but like the Roga, very underrated and severely oppressed. The older woman turned out to be a Jonin, from Konohagakure even. Judging from her quick response, it was clear that she didn't enjoy being there any more than the junior Roga did. Seichirō's attention span got severed when the tiny framed girl and the pop idol began their rambling, even though he did catch the part when they disclosed their names and birthplace.

Upon seeing that no one else was going to introduce himself, Seichirō cleared his throat before calmly uttering "Roga, Seichirō. Konohagakure.", following on the example set by the former-Jonin commander of Konoha. He fixed his gaze on Senihime (Senihime's FACE, mind you) as the words slipped his mouth, in an effort to conceal his genuine concern over the faction's doings. He had a gut feeling the following month was gonna be a series of bumpy, potentially life-threatening rides.

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I'll get an IC post soon. PC's hinky and I sure as hell am not gonna attempt writing something that ambitious in my shitty phone.

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If anyone missed it, I changed some details regarding Seichiro's backstory in order to suit his Jiyutai affiliation. I don't think it's caused any issues (it's a paragraph at it's best), but still one of the GMs might wanna check it out. The changes have been made in the "Backstory", "Dreams n'Fears" and naturally, "Affiliation".

Also, @Buddha, regarding the opening posts, does that mean we can get to have PC v. NPC boss fights/quasi-boss fights this early on?

Can't wait 'till the RP starts.

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I know the RP's gonna air some time this weekend, but I'm still interested to know what variant of the RP I'll be participating in; the Jiyutai-centric one @Buddha said we'll opt for if the character quota isn't filled, or the original concept?

I'm pretty sure I know the answer - I just wanna be extra sure. If it's the former, I'll have to tweak my CS a little bit.

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@mochinYou're gonna get an app up in such a short time AND toss in a well thought suggestion regarding your fellow RPers application? A-are you an angel? Is this God's way of telling us things are gonna get better?

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@BuddhaMolding the RP into being Jiyutai-centric kinda kills the best aspect of the RP..

That being said, sure - I'll do it. My character does have reason enough to be anti-Hamajo so it wouldn't take much tweaking.