For a moment Chise had lingered in a breathless silence as she was addressed with something of passive-aggressivism from the senior that she sat in front of. Despite the sharp grit to his tone and the clear venom behind his tone as he addressed her, she held her composure, at least as well as should could. This was to be expected, and she certainly had no intentions of appearing so naïve enough to overlook the reality of the tensions that existed. Before Chise had the opportunity to formulate her response, however, the pair began to bicker over-shoulder behind her, engorging themselves into the setting of the dialogue. In that very moment, she realized just how intolerant the two behind her were for reading a room.. They had no consideration for the delicacy of the situation; in fact they seemed eager to expedite the failure of her efforts here and tarnish the task she was given by Mirabelle. A part of her felt as though it was just apart of the test, another insisted they were just genuinely engrained in the tense behavior of the the situation that they lacked civility by this point at all.. truth be told, both could be mutually true at once.
As soon as Baiken finished speaking and the Samurai returned to address her, Chise moved to begin speaking before she was abruptly interrupted by Alastor. With a twitch of her brow, she gritted her teeth a brief moment before she had finally heard enough. While the trio began to find the peek of their tensions, Chise had begun to expel a considerable amount of chakra of a wide variety. Steadily, a looming shadow had begun to consume the air of the room, crawling out from beneath her formal posture, sticking to the walls and crawling across the ceiling like a bleeding ink shadow that had only the desire to eat all of the light in the room and reduce it to pure darkness, yet never truly touching any surface; instead forming as if mocking the shape of the room mere inches apart from the actual walls and ceiling. The very air had begun to carry a spark to it, as if the oxygen itself was being ionized. Every small discrepancy that would flutter through the air such as dust or insects that would come into contact with the blackness would find itself instantaneously reduced to an ash-like substance that fizzled out of existence, of more specifically would become integrated into the larger mass it had touched. One after another in rapid succession, eyes began to peel open and peer into the room, numbering in several dozen that all began looking about in intense, sporadic movements as if they were desperately searching for something before all simultaneously locking onto the pair that stood behind Chise; Baiken and Alastor..
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Whether or not they would immediately respond to her demands in any sort of humbleness, Chise had made it a point to steadily heave a rather heavy sigh, of which seemed to act as the guide for the withdrawing pace of the shadow that had overtaken the war room, steadily falling away like old paint from a wall while simultaneously working it's way back beneath her sitting form, as if a shadow retreating to it's owner. Chise's attention reverted back toward the old Samurai, where she slowly lowered herself forward, planting her palms into the matted floor in front of her, bringing her forehead to rest against the backs of her hands in a show of humility. "I beg you a thousand pardons for the disrespect and informality that was just displayed by my colleagues and even myself.. I recognize that things are tense and for good reason, but I do not wish to add to that burden of discontent anymore. In fact, I would like to discuss voluntary restoration efforts to not only your people and military, but also to the homes, businesses and resources that have seen misfortune in recent months. If you would be willing, I would like to tour the village and discuss specifics with you, at your leisure."
