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 Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 8:38 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 5:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 5:28 pm
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"A mission, eh? Well, we're not currently authorized to go outside the gates, but that doesn't limit our interior needs," Skelly replied as Sonyo gazed at the record player. Oh the happy times Skelly had, before the occupation and after the first settlement here. He wasn't one to say anything, but his cello work was darn near the finest he'd ever heard, even if there weren't too many cello players among the Yukigakure escapees. Skelly smiled when Sonyo commented on it. "Carmina Burana goes on to a few more great sets, too, if you have the time. Which reminds me... the lead singer for this piece, Lady Yura, is also the Grandmaster Tailor for the village. She's recently gone missing, so I need someone (or a group), to find her. Here's the ransom note left behind." Unfolding a letter, jagged words slashed up and down through its script, the author's intent of anonymity was evident.
Quote: It all started in the Fuuin Accident Ward,
Channeling to Harmony's chord,
But upon First Dew I thought I knew,
The home of the Brave and the Few.
Title: Find [ X ]
Rank: D
Information: The client lost his stuff, and thusly hired a shinobi to help look! After receiving information on [X]'s general location, search around for it and report back to the client.
Solo or Squad: Variable
Minimum Posts: 5
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2014 4:24 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2014 11:46 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2014 2:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2014 5:29 pm
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The door was open still from Sonyo's entrance, so Ayon and Yon would be able to enter with ease. Inside, Sergeant J. Skelly was sitting at the President's desk, as he was away on... 'business'. "That last line really confuses us. Perhaps if someone were to retrace the steps spoken of in the lines, the last one might become obvious? We've simply not had enough recruits to check this out. Lady Yura has been missing for over 48 hours now, and we're starting to get a feeling that--by now--whatever happened may have 'gone south', as it were."
As the conversation reached a good resting point, the guards ushered in the new recruits. One was from the standard recruitment centers that sparsely populated the village, while the other was from a far off shinobi village. How he got here was unknown, but here he was. Waving at Ms. Oiwa and Ayon, J. Skelly silently motioned for them to line up before him.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2014 5:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2014 2:17 am
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  A gaze went from the one who'd come to the door after him, watching her with an almost piercing aura to show irritation. Ayon was obviously there first, but he paid little heed to that once the door was open. Coming off his stance on the wall, the blonde walked in smoothly with eyes half shut, showing a exhausted expression. Breathing was timed to the tee to show just what he might've been through in the last few months, making his way here. This was the village for rogue, as he recalled and as hush hush as it might be there was a always a loose end somewhere. That was how he ended up here-- not to say it was easy, but all the same. "Hello." He said to anyone listening; obviously the appointed leaders there. "I am Ayon Shinsua, former Shinobi of Kirigakure. I left their hands after recent events where I could no longer see myself as a ninja growing, so I find myself here, in Otogakure." Sounding as sensible as he could to state his claim, Ayon then continued. ". . I was hoping to make this my new home, if you all will have me. I'm an experienced fighter, as well as a avid medical arts specialist. I'm also talented in Illusion Jutsu of most kind. ."
Taking a breath from his speech, Ayon paused. It'd been a long time since he had to talk this much and clearly, he was already exhausted. "My level of expertise is about Chunin rank, so if you'll have me, I humbly request to either show my skills deserving of that rank or be accepted as such. Either way, thank you for your time." Nothing was left to be said. Only now did he minutely wait for another answer.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2014 8:44 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2014 4:33 pm
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Skelly nodded his head as Ayon re-explained his situation. "We've already gone over that, in our last meeting, haven't we," he replied, remembering the first visit some time ago. Ayon had been in the village for a short while, trying to readjust from his former village to this one's militaristic standards. "There's no reason to keep stating it, as you're already integrated. If you're still looking to prove yourself, the newest recruits could probably need someone to look to if they have questions."
Shifting his attention to Oiwa while she spoke, Skelly paid her attention. "By the President's standards, the less jutsu the better, so no need to feel inadequate, Yon." Clearly, Sergeant J. Skelly held different views than that of the President, but as one with rank in his organization, he had to present the most wanted view. "With that in mind, though, perhaps Ayon might have some insight? Your headbands and company 7B patches are on the secretary's desk out front. Come see me again if you need anything." A short, rather pleasant experience, considering the possibility of actually meeting the President instead of the Sergeant.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2014 4:27 am
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"Last meeting. . ?" Reiterating the words of the individual in front of him, Ayon sat to ponder what he'd just said. He didn't. . recall this at all. Maybe it was during the time of distress that they'd met, so he didn't feel like dealing with anyone-- that was a higher possibility then him not knowing this man whatsoever. Either way, he simply bowed politely to his acceptance into Otogakure and began to turn. . only to hear his name be said again to the recruit beside him. With a certain gleam in his eye, Ayon stared to the girl; hues lowering for a moment before releasing a inaudible sigh. He'd hoped not to get involved with anyone during his stay here. It'd have made things easier for him, "If you'd like to have some instruction, I can assist you." A daft utterance followed by a sudden turn towards the desk, not even hearing her response in the matter. Either should accept his help or she wouldn't, neither mattered that much to him. He did have some training to do on his own after all. Taking his headband and her own, he slipped the metal clad clothe to her with a blank expression, then a light seemingly forced smile. ". . I'll wait for you at the academy. ." With that, he was off to get some things settled. . and hopefully prepare for a bright future.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2014 8:02 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2014 1:37 pm
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