The Amazing Shiba Kuukaku

[Kuukaku is sitting in the room she's taken over, an array of fireworks building materials spread across the floor around her and there's a wooden box that's top is missing but the feed doesn't show what's inside. Currently holding a newly made explosive by the wick in her teeth, Kuukaku is very carefully using what seems to be ink or paint and brushing words onto the special papers covering the explosive with her good hand and lightly steadying it with her other one.]

Rizelle, Gokudera, Ryohei, whatever...

[She pauses for a moment, brushing something else a bit more carefully onto the surface of the explosive. Once she's satisfied with it, she sets the brush down on the mat beside her and carefully takes the wick from her teeth.]

We're takin' a bit of a break. I don't want any stupid shit compromising it so we're gonna wait till this is over.

[Kuukaku is sitting in a small patch of shade by a tent during a small break until the next drill, a canteen of warm water with her as she sips from it. She thought quietly to herself about the situation... It seemed people did see this event as real wartime and despite her inner protests about it, she took to being complacent and doing what she was told despite the bad conditions. Even if she did rebel, she was outnumbered by man-power and fire-power... not to mention her spiritual-based attacks refused to work when she tried them in secret.

Mid-way through another sip, she stole a glance to the part of the camp she could see, noticing that some people were fumbling around, 'newly enlisted' like she was, others that seem to have a strong aura of importance and some were... well, they were missing.

This was going to be tough... another drill was coming up soon and her prosthetic arm had additional limited movement so she'd have to compensate for it even more. That annoys her.]