Gird Her Loins with Late [Requesting Exit]

[Tagiushi Moro]

Fitted, inter-meshed ebony ceramic plates whispered against one another as he walked, accompanied by the harsh-almost rude-metallic clanging of the surveillance equipment the ANBU operative carried. This was an unprecedented day in the young man's future, and he had, and will go, every possible additional length to ensure that there were no hitches in the-so far-(knock on wood) mission. No doubt his squad was wondering where he'd gotten off to, as they were supposed to have met at the gates over an hour ago.

The quartermaster and he had gotten into a...heated would be an understatement, argument, when Moro had been able to requisition the signal boosting equipment, but NO explosives. The two had almost come to blows, which certainly would not have ended well for the impromptu squad captain, when the stool-ridden veteran threw up a languid hand to silence Moro as a finger went to his ear, before begrudgingly passing a few shaped charges beneath the grated window.

And so, a spring in his step, and a beaming grin would greet the unfortunate soul who would approve his paperwork.

"Heyo! I gotta leave like, yesterday! Not even the slightest bit of sarcasm or annoyance bled through his voice, which if you knew Moro, would herald an unprecedented day indeed.

 

[Takaki Saeko]

Numa sighed. This was truly the worst day of his life. After all, he had gotten word that the Eccelesiastical Patriarch of the Saito Clan, Akira "Jesus" Saito Himself in His Holy Flesh Touched By Shinbatsu God of Justice and Battle (and there was more, just couldn't be bothered to remember) was coming back to Cloud to take up the helm of the clan. Such a move would only spell disaster for the unmotivated former Saito-clan scion. But fortunately, the meds he was on made him not give a single fuck. Otherwise, hell, he'd just commit suicide-by-ANBU right here and now.

But the drugs were effective, even if they made him blase about life, the universe, and everything, and instead of waving his SMLE in the air and threatening to pull the trigger in Tagiushi Moro's face, he simply and lazily took Moro's passport, glanced at it (the words were squiggly), and handed it back without a word.

[exit granted!]