There was time before the mission, and Ziren had planned some things out just in case if things would go south and he loses his incognito attire. So he had settled for the more shady type of things. Going to the black market. His previous ANBU experience had taught him that such a place was a double edged sword, if one wasn't careful enough, but could also be a gold mine of whatever one would be looking for, if they know how to go about it.
But he was here for a plan B if his attire were to be destroyed in battle. He walked around and looked at the wares that each vendor had, looking for a clue as to what they might hold. And then he found it. A vendor making very real human masks, the kinds one would find in spy movies. Some people just had that creative mind that just worked out for them. In this case, selling fake faces to shady people. Ziren took after Umashi's habits of not using his voice while masked and brought out a notepad and pen and wrote down. Give me the most realistic you got. Full body. The man looked at the note and scoffed at Ziren. That is, until Ziren threw down a wad of yen. It was just enough for the man to give the masked ninja a skeptical look, but he took the money and gestured with his head to follow him to the back.
The cons to real disguises, not a whole lot look real convincing, it takes time to make, and put on. The pros, if made by an expert hand, it would be almost impossible to tell that from another person, and ninja can't really detect a difference, since it really isn't a transformation jutsu. And Ziren has to admit. The disguises that this vendor has would definitely look convincing once worn.
Ziren wrote down again, You never saw me, and you never had a masked customer today. Once the man saw the note, he held out his hand, clearly asking for more yen. He knew that there would be some people who are like this. Their loyalty lies with whoever has the money. Though they can be easily swayed by a little bit of fear, though it wasn't one of Ziren's ways of doing things unless absolutely necessary. And he has a feeling this man would rat him out with a hefty amount of yen. A quick punch to the inside bend of the arm before grabbing hold of it and holding a kunai up to the man's throat, they stared at each other before Ziren let go of him and shoved some more yen in his hands. Giving them an incentive after threatening them is a good psychological trick. Too much fear and they would rat you out. Too little, and same results. But to give incentive after instilling fear is to let them know what you'll do to them if they don't hold up their end of the bargain, along with giving them a little extra that they don't deserve in the form of money. The vendor nodded and let Ziren pick from whatever wares he wants. All of which had happened at the back of the store, far away from any prying eyes or ears.
After putting his purchase in a sealing scroll, Ziren made his way all around Bazaar, to try and shake off any curious people that might be following him, before finding a building that is moderately populated, an inn and pub by the looks of it, the Rusty Kunai. He bought a room there and went immediately to the room, a second floor type of room with others on the same floor. After closing and locking the door, he shut the blinds and went into the bathroom and shut the door scanned around to see if there were any chakra surveillance watching him. Which there wasn't, so he quickly, and efficiently changed out of his incognito attire and into his in plain sight disguise. The disguise fit him perfectly, since it was also a middle aged man, but this one had dirty blonde hair, almost brown, with a slight beard, but not really all grown in yet. Fit with a leather jacket and blue jeans. And yes, Ziren made sure that this disguise wasn't actual skin. He was thankful that vendor wasn't the sadistic type. It felt real, but not at the same time. Some type of plastic or mold. It even covered both of his arms well enough.
With that done, Ziren put his other attire back into the sealing scroll. He even changed out his colored eye contacts from brown to grey. Once done, Ziren listened for blood flows and turned ethereal and walked into the next room over, knowing that nobody is in there. He did that again for the next two rooms, also empty before sneaking out of the building, via a window, and walked around the Bazaar for thirty minutes longer before heading back to the Rusty Kunai and visiting the pub part of the place, only ordering one drink and picking a center table to throw off any suspicions, because all suspicious people choose the furthest corner back of a bar, and listened as people came and went, via their blood flow. Two came in, three left. Four came in, two left. One came in, three left. After two more people entered, Ziren left his money on the table to pay the tab and left the bar to go to a noodle place that he saw around here. But first, he made a few detours to, yes again, throw off any curious people, before heading to the ramen place about four blocks away from the Rusty Kunai.
But he was here for a plan B if his attire were to be destroyed in battle. He walked around and looked at the wares that each vendor had, looking for a clue as to what they might hold. And then he found it. A vendor making very real human masks, the kinds one would find in spy movies. Some people just had that creative mind that just worked out for them. In this case, selling fake faces to shady people. Ziren took after Umashi's habits of not using his voice while masked and brought out a notepad and pen and wrote down. Give me the most realistic you got. Full body. The man looked at the note and scoffed at Ziren. That is, until Ziren threw down a wad of yen. It was just enough for the man to give the masked ninja a skeptical look, but he took the money and gestured with his head to follow him to the back.
The cons to real disguises, not a whole lot look real convincing, it takes time to make, and put on. The pros, if made by an expert hand, it would be almost impossible to tell that from another person, and ninja can't really detect a difference, since it really isn't a transformation jutsu. And Ziren has to admit. The disguises that this vendor has would definitely look convincing once worn.
Ziren wrote down again, You never saw me, and you never had a masked customer today. Once the man saw the note, he held out his hand, clearly asking for more yen. He knew that there would be some people who are like this. Their loyalty lies with whoever has the money. Though they can be easily swayed by a little bit of fear, though it wasn't one of Ziren's ways of doing things unless absolutely necessary. And he has a feeling this man would rat him out with a hefty amount of yen. A quick punch to the inside bend of the arm before grabbing hold of it and holding a kunai up to the man's throat, they stared at each other before Ziren let go of him and shoved some more yen in his hands. Giving them an incentive after threatening them is a good psychological trick. Too much fear and they would rat you out. Too little, and same results. But to give incentive after instilling fear is to let them know what you'll do to them if they don't hold up their end of the bargain, along with giving them a little extra that they don't deserve in the form of money. The vendor nodded and let Ziren pick from whatever wares he wants. All of which had happened at the back of the store, far away from any prying eyes or ears.
After putting his purchase in a sealing scroll, Ziren made his way all around Bazaar, to try and shake off any curious people that might be following him, before finding a building that is moderately populated, an inn and pub by the looks of it, the Rusty Kunai. He bought a room there and went immediately to the room, a second floor type of room with others on the same floor. After closing and locking the door, he shut the blinds and went into the bathroom and shut the door scanned around to see if there were any chakra surveillance watching him. Which there wasn't, so he quickly, and efficiently changed out of his incognito attire and into his in plain sight disguise. The disguise fit him perfectly, since it was also a middle aged man, but this one had dirty blonde hair, almost brown, with a slight beard, but not really all grown in yet. Fit with a leather jacket and blue jeans. And yes, Ziren made sure that this disguise wasn't actual skin. He was thankful that vendor wasn't the sadistic type. It felt real, but not at the same time. Some type of plastic or mold. It even covered both of his arms well enough.
With that done, Ziren put his other attire back into the sealing scroll. He even changed out his colored eye contacts from brown to grey. Once done, Ziren listened for blood flows and turned ethereal and walked into the next room over, knowing that nobody is in there. He did that again for the next two rooms, also empty before sneaking out of the building, via a window, and walked around the Bazaar for thirty minutes longer before heading back to the Rusty Kunai and visiting the pub part of the place, only ordering one drink and picking a center table to throw off any suspicions, because all suspicious people choose the furthest corner back of a bar, and listened as people came and went, via their blood flow. Two came in, three left. Four came in, two left. One came in, three left. After two more people entered, Ziren left his money on the table to pay the tab and left the bar to go to a noodle place that he saw around here. But first, he made a few detours to, yes again, throw off any curious people, before heading to the ramen place about four blocks away from the Rusty Kunai.
