Behind the Scenes

Raikage Message:

Kohana was spending some time in her own rundown shack. It was basically a shambling mound of metal and wood. Dreadful rainy days are since there are lots of cracks in the metal roof above her head. Not like Kohana had a lot of things to begin with as she lived in a barren home. The floor was hard packed dirt, and her "bed" was really just a pallet. A collection of quilts and her backpack was her only pillow. She kept bundles of clothes in her bag including whatever hygiene products she could ever get her hands on. Especially a brush, as despite her poor conditions Kohana keeps her silver hair groomed.

Kohana was writing on the cleanest scroll she could get her hands on. Then she writes as neatly as she possibly can while carefully wording it correctly the first time. Once she was done, Kohana rolls it up and places it in tune with a lid over it.

Then Kohana grabs another tiny scroll from her bag, although this one unfortunately looked a bit beaten up. She frowned at the condition, but since this was her last one Kohana can't complain. So dipping the quill in ink once again, Kohana gets back to writing.

KonToon Message:

With that done now, Kohana bags the letters and with her bag slung over her shoulder Kohana left. She will make her way over to the local falconer who was in charged over sending Raikage's letter. Then she went to get in touch with one of Iron Wolves' contacts of the underworld. Specifically, the one who likes to travel a lot. Kohana pays the man five thousand ryo for his service in exchange that he gives the twins Konami and Toonami the letter. Once that was done, Kohana would just return to her place as she assumes it'll be a while before she gets a word from either one.

The little Nightbane was working on something. A mere design of sorts that has mechanical and technological features to it. Little notes and studies of how to turn the sun's light into electricity. What's more, is how to make it portable. It was basically a solar powered battery charger broken down to each individual part and what process she'll need to invest into this project. Minding her own business in her own little shack, when suddenly she hears somebody approach her front door. Closed though it was, and the distant city noise was muffled. Kohana can still hear when somebody is close to her home.

Kohana stopped in her work to look over at the direction where she heard the noise. Following up with the approach is a short rap of knock on her door. A sigh escapes from her lips as she was annoyed that somebody decided to interrupt her work. Still if it has anything to do with those messages Kohana sent, then she's all ears for it. Setting the pen down next to the paper, Kohana approached the door. With one hand wrapped around the hilt of her baton and extends it to the full length behind her. Out of sight it was, before Kohana opens the door. Sure enough it was the same guy from the other day.

"They sent a message back to ye kid. So what's this plan of yers?" The man asked as he hands over the message to Kohana. She takes it without answering him for he doesn't need to know the why. Just do it and the man gets paid. Opening the letter, Kohana scans it and immediately becomes incredibly annoyed.

"Clearly they do not read well…" Kohana mutters to which the man scoffed at the girl's arrogance. Kohana moves to grab her pen to write a message back.

Spoiler:

Kohana didn't care who is the top dog around here, Kohana cares of living successfully in life. Whether she needs to dye her body in the blood of many people to do so. So be it. Either way, Kohana noticed that the guy was still standing there. Folding the message back, Kohana hands it over to the man.

"If they decline, shred and burn this message. I won't tolerate the insolence." Kohana wanted to make that perfectly clear, and the rogue smirks before placing a cigarette between his lips.

"Ye are making a big mistake not accepting their help." The air grew thick as her eyes narrowed with bloodlust clearly emitting from her. She might not be skilled, but those eyes were definitely befitting of a killer. Of course the man wasn't visibly shaken as he doesn't really think the girl is much of anything other than all bark and no bite.

"I don't give a damn of what you think. Getting their help will be a means to an end. Nothing more, nothing less. Whether they accept it or not is up to them." A shrug of his shoulders and the man takes the letter and walks away. Really, he was just bored of just traveling, and this may or may not spice his life up.