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 Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 7:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 9:05 pm
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 ________S h i m i r u__Y u k i______________
Chakra: 370 / 370 | Genin | Hyouton Bloodline | Heartrenderer
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"Power is power, the law of the land. Those living for death will
die by their own hand. It's your choice. Peace, or annihilation?"
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Theme Melody : False King | Yukigakure no Sato
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❅ After becoming properly informed of a crime that had just been committed, Shimiru headed to the crime scene and inspected the small, burned down shop. What charred remains of the building were left were covered in graffiti and obscene messages and threats. Shimiru spoke to the shop owner about the manner and was able to extract from him several possible suspects, some of which had bothered him for quite some time. To her, they just seemed like hooligans that needed to be taken care of. With a frown, Shimiru trailed the suspects before catching sight of those that fit the store-keeper's description. She landed behind them in one swoop and quickly knocked the three young boys out, glad that they weren't shinobi. After turning them in, Shimiru continued on her missions.
Investigate Crime Scene: Felony Complete
Sadly, it seemed like a group of bandits had struck again, this time trying to assault a woman and take her belongings. Calming herself down, Shimiru listened closely to the woman's description of what the men looked like before heading out to yet another patrol. She inspected the streets before arriving at the front of a bar and seeing the men which the lady had spoken of in front of it. With fists clenched, Shimiru marched over to them and looked up at them dead in the eye. They paused at took one look at her before bursting out in laughter. Big mistake. With a growl, Shimiru punched the man and kicked him as hard as she could, sending him flying a few feet away with the help of some chakra focus to her leg. She glared at the other men before snatching the lady's wallet that one of them were holding and directed a random shinobi to them. After Shimiru turned in the lady's purse, she continued on.
Investigate Crime Scene: Felony Complete
Yes, there seemed to be no end to the crimes today. Yuki's security wasn't at all lax, so she couldn't find a reason for it and blamed man's cruelty. Simple as that. The girl now currently tried to assure another civilian lady that she would catch whoever was responsible for trying to break into her house and destroying her door and windows. With a sigh, Shimiru gathered information from the woman before going to inspect around. She followed any leads she could find before finally being able to trail her top suspect, a regular looking man. He held a crooked composure and a fearful gaze which he tried to hide. Shimiru then caught sigh of something on the fabric of his pants, a glass shard. From the woman's window, she guessed. Shimiru jumped down from the roof and landed silently behind the man before knocking him out and turning him in. She then went back to the woman and told her of what had happened before leaving and continuing on her missions.
Investigate Crime Scene: Felony Complete
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 6:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 6:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 6:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 6:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 3:48 pm
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"Weaver of the Night Sky"
☽ Izaya ☾ ☽ Toryo ☾
§[Genin]♥[Yukigakure]♥[Sakkakugan ~Inactive~]§
❝His original destination had been the academy where he knew that all newly appointed Genin spent most of their time. Somewhere along the way however, he got sidetracked by a man in an alley that insisted on 'psst-ing' after him. Izaya had no idea why, but he veered from his original course and went into the ally after the 'psst-ing' man. Upon close inspection, Izaya noticed that the man's eyes were shifty and he seemed fidgety. A child of his age should have been shaking in his boots at the sight of the stranger, but he felt no such fear. "What is it?" Those were the only words he felt the urge to utter. The shady man procured a camera and held it out to Izaya, who took it without question. "Maybe you remember a guy who was dressed just like me some time ago. He gave you a camera just like this one and asked you to take some pictures for his umm... research. Well I'm a close friend of his, and I want you to do me a huge favor and take some more of those pictures for me too. Meet me back here when you're done, and don't take too long". With that, the man stepped back into the dense shadows and vanished like a specter. Izaya stared after him with blank eyes and sighed, turning out of the alley to go about the task. He might as well get it over with sooner than later.
He was a good distance away from the alleyway where he had met the man, and he had his eyes peeled for anything that would make for a good photograph. There was nothing of interest as far as he could tell, and the task was becoming rather boring, but he wasn't one to quit, and just like that, Keiji's words rang anew in his head. Renewed fervor danced in his eyes and he quickened his pace and sharpened his eyes. Almost as soon as his new conviction came to fruition, he noticed two dogs close by, fighting like, well... dogs. This was not news in itself, but what really caught the boy's eyes was the sight of two women fighting not too far from where the dogs were. These women looked just like the two dogs, that is to say, they had the exact same hairstyle as the dogs. He could only assume that these women were the dogs' owners. The dogs and the owners fighting, what were the odds? He raised the camera and positioned it at an angle that he deemed satisfactory before taking the picture. That was the first of many, and so he continued down the street without so much as a second glance at the fighting pairs. He was only seconds away from the site when a crowd began to form.
~1/8~
Gossip, of the highest order. Apparently a man's wife was caught in 'the act' with another woman's husband. It was the talk on the streets, and Izaya's interest was piqued. He gathered all the information he could from everyone he passed, learning both couples' names and where they lived. His only interest lied with the woman and the man who committed 'the act', and so he went to the woman's house first, knocking on the door once, then twice, then he waited. A man's voice called out in response and a woman's face peeked out the door as soon as it was open. Only half of her face could be seen, as the rest was hidden behind the door, and Izaya knew that he had found the one he was looking for. Thinking that his job would be much easier if she were more cooperative, he layered his voice with the power of his Genjutsu and began speaking in calming tones. "Good day. My name is Izaya Toryo and I'm here on an important class assignment from the academy to take pictures of the most beautiful women in the village. It would give me a guaranteed A+ if you would allow me to take yours". He sounded so convincing, and the woman's face softened to a smile, which let him know that he would have his way. She opened the door fully now, revealing her entire frame. "Well of course I'll help you darling. Make sure you catch me on my good side". She posed, turning her body to the side with one hand behind her head and the other akimbo. Without further hesitation, Izaya took the picture and smiled up at her before he left.
~2/8~
The next house he decided to go to was that of the man who was caught in 'the act' with the woman who's picture he had just taken. He arrived at his house after being pointed in its direction, and without delay he knocked. The door was flung open before him, revealing a large with an angry scowl etched into the contours of his face. Izaya took a step back for safety reason and quickly brought the camera up and snapped the picture, turning to leave without a word. The man had made that easy for him, and he was now on to his next victim.
~3/8~
The streets were ripe with drama and gossip wherever he went, but none of them really called out to him as he had expected. Petty skirmishes, tirading grandmothers, a boy being chased for theft from a fruit stall. They were not quite the stories he was hoping for however. He needed something more. His wish was answered moments later when he noticed a man turning down an alley with his hands in his pockets and eyes darting in both directions before he went. Izaya, having practiced to remain stealthy, followed the man from a distance and watched where he was going, being sure to remain in the shadows so as not to get caught. He was pretty good at it, and he thought to himself that it would help him to become an ANBU when the time came. Lo and behold, the man he towed seemed to be a member of some form of gang. He stopped just before two other guys and they were talking a bit, too softly for Izaya to hear, but he saw them exchange some items in small bags and knew immediately what was going on. From his position behind a trashcan, he could not get a decent picture that caught their faces, and so he quickly formed a string of handsigns. Nothing seemed to have happened, but he walked out into the open with silent steps and stood not too far from where the men stood. They didn't seem to notice that he stood there, and he quickly took the picture and ran off. He had their faces, and whatever news his client wanted to print of them was not his concern. The False Surroundings Technique had worked without a hitch, and he had formed a world without him in it that they didn't notice at all. He was getting better at this. He finally decided to get off the streets and go elsewhere.
~4/8~
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Chakra: 305/305
Mission:
M-more pictures?! ~ 4/8 Complete
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 6:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 12:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 6:28 pm
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"Weaver of the Night Sky"
☽ Izaya ☾ ☽ Toryo ☾
§[Genin]♥[Yukigakure]♥[Sakkakugan ~Inactive~]§
❝Izaya arrived back in the streets of Yukigakure, wasting no time and heading straight for Mr. Suzuki's book store. He had received the report of what had happened when the man had come to his store today, and he was itching to help however he could. He entered the book store and went straight to Mr. Suzuki who sat around the register looking emaciated and beaten, like he could not possibly go on. "Hello Mr. Suzuki. I'm here to let you know that I'll be looking for the vandal that did this to your store. So no need to worry". The man didn't break from his slump to acknowledge the fact that Izaya had spoken, but the boy was back out the door after he said what he needed to say.
~1/6~
~1/6~
Now on the exterior of the store, he looked both ways, trying to figure out where his first destination would be. He had to hunt down a perpetrator that could be anywhere in the village at this point, but somehow he had a feeling that he wasn't too far away. Correction. he had to hunt down two of them as well as patrol the village for any signs of ill intent. This would be a fun day for him, and he couldn't wait to get started. being sure to remain cautious, Izaya walked down the street as nonchalantly as he could so as not to raise alarm in any of the passers-by. He was searching for two people, one who was being accused of vandalism, and another who was too drunk to be sane. Who was to say that both weren't one and the same?
~2/6~
~2/6~
The hustle and bustle of the many villagers on the street made Izaya's job that much harder, what with having to keep his senses extra sharp so that he did not miss anything out of the ordinary. It was easier said than done, because the crowd was becoming so thick that he could scarcely discern the faces. After a while he stopped walking around aimlessly and proceeded to think. He was after a man who was reported to be always drunk and causing trouble. Where would he expect a drunk to be at this time of the day? It was a simple matter of course, that required no heavy brain work. His feet began to move and he was heading in the direction of the bar where he had a feeling that he would meet his target.
~3/6~
~3/6~
He arrived at the bar after carefully veering through the exodus along the way. He stood before the door and peeped inside, sure that no adult in their right mind would allow him entry into a place such as this. Sometimes being only twelve was a burden, but one that nothing could be done about. He tried his luck anyway, pushing through the door and taking his first step inside. Almost instantly, he was greeted by a burly looking man with a scowl on his face. 'He', Izaya thought, 'has never smiled a day in his life' "Where do ya think yer goin' kid?" The 'kid' had a sudden urge to look behind him to see if there wasn't someone else there that the man could be talking to. But that would be rude, he thought, and so he just stared the man straight in the face, or rather, looked up with his head bent back some so he could see. He could literally see up the man's nose, and from where he stood, that nose could use a proper scrubbing.
~4/6~
~4/6~
After a while of the stare-down, Izaya shifted his gaze to land on each face around the room, and through some sheer luck, he saw a man who appeared to be dying. He only thought this because the man had a glass of something that Izaya could only assume to be hard liquor clenched tightly in his hand, his head was down on the table and his eyes looked red and heavy. The constant hiccup told Izaya that the man had had a little too much to drink, and he knew almost instantly that this was his suspect. As if on cue, the man got up and threw the glass of rum across the room, almost connecting with the back of a man's head. "Goddamn it Bob! You can't keep doin' that. I think you better go now". That was the barkeep, the very same man who was standing before Izaya, who spoke to the man across the room. Izaya smiled despite what he had just seen, and immediately stepped around the burly man and approached the drunk. "I'm supposed to say that you're under arrest for the crime of disturbing the peace within the village, but you and I both know that you couldn't care less. So here's the thing. before you start making a lot of noise or trying to escape, I should warn you that you won't get far. I'll..." The man was already out of his seat and pushing past Izaya to rush to the door. Izaya sighed, forming a few handsigns that would work to shift the entire bar backwards. The man stopped just at the door, seeing a solid wall there where the door should have been. Creating false surroundings was easy for the boy. the man looked around in agitation and saw the door behind Izaya, at exactly the place where he had just been sitting not too long ago. The rum probably had clouded his senses, because he never stopped to think and just ran straight into the wall with a loud crash, immediately dazed and crumpled on the floor. "I warned you. Now just come along quietly before you cause anymore problems mister". Izaya's tone was layered with compromise, in addition to the man's daze. This made the man slowly get to his feet and stand where he was without trying for a second attempt at escape.
~5/6~
~5/6~
It didn't take long for the authorities to arrive, taking the man into custody after receiving a few calls from several of the onlookers within the bar. The man was taken away and charged with vandalism as well as disturbing the peace and taken in. It was a job well done for Izaya, and he received a standing ovation for all that he had done. Feeling a bit nervous and unused to the praise, he walked out of the bar stiffly and heaved a sigh out in the street. Now all he had to do was patrol the rest of the village and report to the Yukikage.
~6/6~
~6/6~
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Chakra: 285/305
Missions:
Patrol the Village The Streets are now safe!
Investigate Crime Scene: Petty Complete!!!
Investigation: Vandalism Complete!!!
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 7:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 7:13 pm
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 Tochiga, Hanzoll Gennin // Main Class: Bukijutsu // Subclass: Bloodline // AC: 650 // Ryo: 8 // CP: 210/270 ll]
Hanzo dipped his chin snugly below the collar of his Yukata as he walked. The Dragon's pass, he thought, was an opportune area for a lot good reasons. Thanks to it's semi-thermic settings, he found it to be quite nice to be near certain buildings and shops. Wisps of vapor streamed from his slowly pulsating nostrils with each breath intake. His light amber eyes were lidded with a feel of odd serenity. A look that began to disconnect with many of the people walking by and stayed over his face as a mask. One that acted like a visor for personal thoughts. Despite his lack of passion for everyday activity requiring effort, he found anger charring up his insides as if being concluded from a longtime war. Hanzo stopped in his tracks simply staring at the neutral blend of Yuki's sky. His temples softened from the cold little pecks descending from above. He continued on moving after shifting his bow over his shoulder. Hanzo was still more or less feeling sluggish in his earlier instance. Which by default made him think less of the person he just brushed past on accident. He turned back around with half lidded eyes, fallen lazy and stern. "Ah, excuse me." Quietly he murmured and was about ready to shift his heel the other way until he thought twice.
Quickly, he turned his head to the man he now recognized as his Kage and teacher. As he did so, several streams of silver followed and draped over his shoulder. From beneath his bandaged cowl, he averted his head to beckon his attention. "Lord Kage? Rare to see you here, sir." He said, leaving his feet where they stood as he faced the man with a formal greeting. Glazed whorls of amber resuscitated awake from his austere sight. Even chieftain's deserve their breaks now and then. He noted mentally with a tickle of amusement. |
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 7:22 pm
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