<strong>Azuki</strong><br/><br/>It was just Azuki, Kodoku, and Hanabi in the hotel. Teru was still gone, but that wasn't so unusual. As they talked over Azuki's leads, Hanabi dressed down out of her vest while Kodoku remained at a safe distance from everyone else. "The... the big guy?" His mouth widened and he lowered his chin into collar sheepishly, "I dunno about any of these other teams. Maybe we'd be safest sticking with the other leaf ninja."<br/><br/>"The others should get here soon." Hanabi said, removing one of her sandals and placing it by the bed, "Mirai said she was probably going to arrive tomorrow or the day after..."<br/><br/>Neither of them were a whole lot of help... The following day, Azuki left in pursuit of the so-called gentle giant. He shouldn't have been hard to find. Apparently the hotel that they were staying at had some problems lodging him; the rooms too short, the beds too small. Haitsuchi apparently spent a lot of time away from his teammates. It probably didn't help that they had a reputation, from what Azuki could gather, for violence.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before she followed a lead and spotted him in a crowd at the boardwalk on the edge of town. He was indeed... tall. At least eight feet tall, deeply tanned with black hair, its tips dipped in red, the red forehead protector of Iwagakure, and a pale green vest over a sleeveless shirt that exposed his thick arms (his biceps alone might have been as wide as Azuki's hips) with a cloth wrapping around his waist that trailed behind him and simple black pants and sandals.<br/><br/><strong>Yuki</strong><br/><br/>"Oh, okay." Kotone huffed, worming her way out of the strap of her Koto and setting it against a nearby tree, "I'll just... rest here a minute, okay?"<br/><br/>Yuki left in the direction of the distant crack, travelling a few hundred feet when he heard it again, much louder and closer. It started to gently rain but he could smell burnt wood and earth even this far away. After a short jaunt, Yuki came upon a smoldering crater in the forest floor.<br/><br/>"You know." Suddenly a girl's voice came from the trees, sharp and tomboyish, "Most people run<em>away</em>from the explosions."<br/><br/>She was directly above him, her legs dangling playfully from the branch she made herself comfortable on. She had wild spikey brown hair, a red Iwagakure headband, a red and gold-trimmed cloak and a brick-patterned red skirt. One arm was bare, the other covered in a long sleeve. Her lower legs were wrapped in bandages and she wore old-fashioned simple sandals.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolled a 20 for spot. How about that?</div></div><br/><br/><strong>Jin-Ryu</strong><br/><br/>Jin-Ryu succeeded in chasing down some leads about this girl from Tanigakure. While she<em>did</em>come here with a team of her own, nobody seemed to think they were people of any import. In fact, they appeared to be picked by the village exclusively to make sure she was well taken care of. Their Jounin as well was a member of the Mibu clan, but their manifestation of the Red Eyes was apparently quite limited in comparison. Jin-Ryu's search took him to a small restaurant specializing in sea food.<br/><br/>Indeed, he found the first of the Tanigakure ninja, judging by their headband. An ordinary girl, with long brown hair, tight pants and a halter top. The other valley ninja, a man with a ponytail wearing a sleeveless shirt and armored trousers with heavy boots, came in after her. They were talking to eachother, visibly consternated at something... when all of the sudden, a girl appeared in the opposite seat of the booth of Jin-Ryu.<br/><br/>She had pale blonde hair with long bangs that framed her face, but the back part was elaborately braided. Unwound, it might have extended all the way down to her back. Her eyes, of course, were completely red with just a faint glow of white where her pupils ought to have been. "You've been asking around about me, huh? They told me to look out for the fox-eyed ninja from Kumo..." She said, looking towards her comrades.<br/><br/>Her clothes were kind of old fashioned, a sleeveless kimono over a fishnet short sleeved shirt. At least that's what he could tell from above the table, "They won't leave me alone..."