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"Whoopee!" Yul rejoiced, throwing his arms up in the air at the prospect of, finally, some actions. "Adventure! Excitment! Comradery! Villains! Damsels." He raised his brow. "Challenges! And, of course, VICTORY! I can't wait! Yay!"

Yul landed on his toes, unable to keep from doing a happy little dance next to the other two, but he quickly caught himself, not wanting to seem too much like a child. He didn't want them to think him a burden, which he most certainly was not, or a nusiance, which he certainly could be, or else Fai and Kosho may reconsider bringing him along.

"Alright, sorries! Recon mission, hunh? Undercover? That's allways fun, like role-playing. We don't have to do too much research, the wealthy are often known for their arrogance, and no one's going to pester someone's landlord with irritating questions. Still, we're going to need to look the part, feel the part, know the part, and act the part. so clothing, imagination, rehearsal, and study." You listed off on his fingers, mind burning with inspiration. Rearing to go.

"Do we have a plan? Who, what, give me some 'w's."

"When, where and why." Kosho finished the list, glancing up at Taketo who seemed rearing to go. "We'll snatch the clothes tonight since the shops are all closed; I don't want to make a scene so this will be easiest." She said, then crossed her arms. "Rehersal can be for when we're going towards the Bathhouse."

She then looked at Taketo. "You'll need to calm down a bit, Taketo; I know you're itching to go on a mission but you kind of invited yourself, so you'll have to deal with the planning. I don't get the simple, 'go in, steal, go out' missions. You should know I like the ones that may take a while or will take skill with my talents." She then stretched her arms over her head. "We'll snatch the clothes, figure out which roles we're playing and then get moving. As soon as it gets too dark we can't see the next tree we're going to land on or walk into, we'll take a break and rest for a few hours. We'll take turns for who's to keep watch. Then as soon as daylight breaks we're moving again and thinking up the plan until we reach the edge of the bathhouse. From there I think we get the picture." She looked at all the males, groaning slightly.

"...I feel slightly outnumbered...And old-ish."

She packed up the last of the supplies, hidden inside a slightly oversized bento box laquered black with a stylized blue motif. It contained all that she needed for a stay in Kyoto, from a few days to a month. Tomoyo planned to leave quietly-there was no need to make a ruckus and draw the attention of the other thieves. Moreover, she wouldn't be missed at all, as withdrawn into herself as she was. She took a length of navy cotton and wrapped it around the box neatly, before slinging it up and leaving her room.

Her exit from the theater was swift, and the girl quickly found herself outside, watching the black sky turn to purple as the stars faded from their positions. Pulling on a cloak, deliberately dirtied with grime from the road, she began to pace down the road that would take her to the capitol of the nation, and the wealth of knowledge that had been stored there for generations.

Yul, watching Taketo leap about, clearling showing-off from above, couldn't help but be amused. Perhaps, there was a chance, that someone was itching even more than him to be going. But, still, Yul had to admit, it would be difficult for anyone to cap the excitment brimming in him at the moment.

"Heh, well, as for roles, I think I should play the husband of whomever miss Kosho here is." Yul teased, guffawing and raising his brows, asking for it, but quickly speaking again, not giving Kosho to much of a chance to pummel him. "There are some clothes shops furthur down main street again, shops are beginning to close, and we all know how to nab petty wares. Howabout we all split up, hit our own shops, take care of what we need to, and rendezvous in the night, one hour from now. The moon will be just at the large sycamore by then. "

Following this statement, Yul lifted one of his pale arms, radiating with the moon's powerful glow, and extended it towards a large tree to the left and far side of Fai. A sized tree, with thick branches entertwined with the night sky.

"When youre in the village, and you see the moon captive in the shadow of our friend here, it will be time to return." Yul explained, demonstrating his obvious knowledge of stellar activity.

Fai looked up at the sycamore, before he smiled and nodded to Yul, dashing off right after Taketo had, mulling over the information. 'Since we're going to a prestigious Bath house, might as well find some fancy clothes.' He though, zipping past the couple that had exited the store Taketo robbed. He slipped into a closed store unnoticed, walking to the backroom and slipping inside just as quietly.

He looked around, his eyes catching sight of an expensive looking garb. Quickly grabbing it and slinking out of the window, Fai glanced in right as a woman walked into the back room sleepily, looking around with a dumbstruck look. He smirked as her eyes widened and he slipped away just as she glanced out the opened window, looking around wildly. There would be a search for missing garments in the morning...

That sounded fun; too bad he wouldn't be here to see it.

Juromaru was scarred and cut up from his dealings wtih ruffians and forest bandits. He was walking along the path back to the theatre. His mind was near gone, he hadn't slept in near a week. The bag at his hips was full of precious jewels, necklaces and other jewelry. He staggered to the door, past Yue.

((Edaniel, Tsubasa... Can I make another thief to play along with Juro?))

Juromaru slumpped against the wall by the doors. Kiba was in his left hand. It was covered in dried blood and soaked some that was fresh. As he gently slide down the wall to the ground he turned his head and smiled at Yue and Chibi.

"I beat you back..." He rolled his head back to look at the inner arch above him. He smiled and pulled Kiba back towards the sheath on his back and slid it back into its place at his waist. Then Juromaru placed his left hand on the bag at his left hip and smiled. He closed his eyes and his body slumped over. It wasn't very apparent, but he was asleep. Though he could reasonably be thought to be dead. His chest rose and feel lightly, but under the armor it was near impossible to tell.