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| Beating some Bandit Ass [Job, Training][Kadima or Invite] | |
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Jayr Lt Colonel
Posts : 330 Join date : 2015-04-23
| Subject: Beating some Bandit Ass [Job, Training][Kadima or Invite] Sat May 02, 2015 10:59 pm | |
| - Mission Taken:
Mission name: Clearing the Path (Repeatable) (Group or Solo) Mission rank: B Objective: Clear the path for the escorting party. Location: Village to Village Reward: 1 Word = 1 Ryo | 500 Word Minimum Mission description: There is a group of merchants that need to move on to another village. Your job isn't to escort them, your job is to clear the path for the escort team to follow. Make sure you eliminate any threat to the team that will follow after you. Mission details: There have been some bandits lurking around waiting for a chance like this to rob some unsuspecting merchants. There are four of them in total. They each have the battle skills of a Genin except for the leader who is as strong as a Chuunin in power. They like to attack as a group, and will almost never go after someone one on one. You must eliminate every one of them or risk harm coming to the team that will follow after you. If you take down the leader the rest will run around like lost puppies, unorganized, and will become easier to defeat as they're completely useless without someone to be pulling their strings.
----- Name: Lee (The Leader) Age: 35 General Appearance: Lee is a man who can only be described as built. He's a tall man with a great deal of muscles which he tends to use to his benefit. He wanders around mainly shirtless and in a tan pair of torn and stained trousers. He either wears black boots or no shoes at all. He has a tattoo on his left pec of a bear paw. His head is bald, and he has black eyes. Personality: Bossy. Perverted. And a womanizer about sum up the man. He likes to bark orders and to think of himself as a ladies man, despite his otherwise revolting personality. Motivations: Money, jewelry, anything really of value. He believes that money is power. However, he doesn't want to have to work too hard for what he wants, he'd rather steal it. Fears: Getting caught. Being imprisoned. Ghosts. Other: He has all the physical strength of a Chuunin, and tends to use his feet and hands to fight instead of an actual weapon. However, he does carry a sword and knows how to use it, or at least the basics of Kenjutsu. ----- Name: Goro Age: 27 General Appearance: Goro has short black hair, normally done in a crew cut type style. He's a little on the thin side, and likes to cover up his size with wearing several layers of clothing. His clothing is somewhat on the brighter side, but hardly ever matches. He tends to favor greens, blues, and purples as his preferred choices. Personality: His personality can be described best as a loyal puppy dog. Whatever his leader demands of him he does without question or hesitation. He's quiet, and otherwise rather still, unless preforming some sort of task that's been asked/ordered of him. Motivations: Serving his leader. Gaining more wealth. Fears: Being cast out of the group, or failing his leader in any way. Other: Goro is not very strong, but what he lacks in strength he makes up for in his prowess with a sword, however his skills are not about those of a Genin. ----- Name: Shuji Age: 31 General Appearance: Shoulder length black hair and bright green eyes tend to be the first thing people notice about this man, other than the fact that his hair is greasy and he smells like a bar. He wears a lot of dark colors, normally black. His clothing is mainly ripped and dingy, due to the fact the man doesn't like to bathe. Personality: Assholish tends to sum the man up. He's a jerk all the way around. Children hate him, women hate him, men hate him, his own /friends/ hate him. If there's a way for him to be mean he is. He's also very insulting, and tends to use a lot of vulgar language. He lacks any sort of respect for anyone but his leader. Motivations: Being the badest. It's his dream to be a career criminal. Fears: Water, rivers or otherwise. He has an incredible fear of water to the point to where it will turn this hardened badass into a sniveling little boy. Other: He likes to use brute force, and will use anything on hand he can find, a pipe, a tree branch, a chunk of wood. You name it and he'll use it. He has all the strength and skill of a Genin. ----- Name: Kenji Age: 32 General Appearance: Kenji tends to wear nothing but ragged shorts, held up by a belt made of rope. He has black hair that goes down to his ears, and brown eyes. He has a scar that goes across his back in a jagged slash. Personality: He's a fighter. Loves nothing more than a good rumble, well... except for the ladies. He also is a rather vulgar pervert. Motivations: Looking for his next fight. Fears: Losing a fight. Other: Tends to carry around a pipe with him to use. Is as strong and fast as a Genin.
Beep! Beep! Beep! “Ugh...” Beep! Beep! BEEP! Was that damn thing really getting louder? If the alarm clock hadn't cost as much as it did – hello, it glowed in seven different colors! - she would have thrown the bloody thing across the room. As it was Jayr simply reached over, groggily, and slapped the button at the top which instantly silenced the thing. Eyelids fluttered open as the female yawned. Her bedroom was rather dark considering the thick drapes that kept the windows covered, but the alarm clock which was currently glowing purple offered up enough light to allow her to see the detailing on the ceiling above her bed. Jayr reached up sleepily and rubbed at her eyes for a moment, as if hoping that by doing so it would clear her head a bit. It didn't: that meant coffee was going to be needed before she was going to be able to function properly. Still, it was shower time before that. Jayr threw the covers off of herself, wincing against the colder air for a moment that hit her due to the fact that she was only wearing a long black night shirt before she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of her bed. Toes wiggled as they reached the ground and she stood. She stretched skyward for a moment, on the tips of her toes, while her fingertips pointed skyward, before she relaxed once more. She turned back around, making quick work of straightening up her bed – Jayr wasn't a messy individual, and a made bed was a must before she did anything in the morning. From the corner of the room as she worked she heard a rather loud yawn: Cana, her damn near horse sized wolf was apparently waking up too. Cana didn't used to be that large; in fact it was a little less than four years ago when she had stumbled across her, the size of pup and definitely a runt. Cana had obviously been used as some sort of bait for fighting for others amusement: the scars on the wolf's face were evidence of that. The once small wolf had found her way into Jayr's heart and a place at her side since the day that Jayr had rescued her: and she had grown like crazy since then. She glanced over to the all white wolf with the black tribal markings around her eyes and found herself being stared back at by bright blue eyes. “Hungry, Cana?”, she asked the wolf softly. The wolf yawned again, stood, and stretched before walking over to Jayr and head butting her on the side. Chuckling as she was practically nudged towars the door she telepathically reached out, checking to see if Kadima was up yet through their rather useful sibling bond. “You awake yet? Hungry?” Jayr needed a shower, but her growling stomach was giving the orders at the moment and so after slipping on a pair of knee length shorts – before Cana could have a chance to drag her out of the room by nothing but her night shirt - she headed out of her bedroom, figuring that if her sister was awake she would answer. Jayr headed quietly towards the kitchen, the hunt for food was on! Cana followed closely behind, obviously more than willing to help hunt down this elusive food. Word Count: 581 / 500 (Mission) Word Count: 581 / 2,000 (Ninjutsu D – C Training) | |
| | | Kadima Captain (A)
Posts : 18 Join date : 2014-09-28
| Subject: Re: Beating some Bandit Ass [Job, Training][Kadima or Invite] Mon May 04, 2015 7:03 pm | |
| Dreams were always interesting. In one's dreams, one could do anything, anything that they could imagine. Often, it was things of great happiness that one imagined; like being the best in the world, of finally triumphing over great adversity.
Other times, like now, it could be one's greatest nightmare. A dream where one feels as if they have no control over whats happening within. Something set on repeat, an endless loop of the worst moment in her life, playing before her eyes. The knife kissing flesh, the bead of red swelling up where they met. The tear streaked face of her mother as she urged her daughter to run, unknown to her that her daughter had been trapped in a Temporary Paralysis jutsu, forced to watch the gruesome scene.
The child's mind remembered, watching as the hand wrapped in her mother's hair jerked on her head, exposing more of the flesh as the knife kissed harder, drawing a fountain of vitae as it passed over the the elder woman's neck. The child could only tremble as her mother's eyes rolled back in her skull, the front of her of pretty white dress stained a dark red.
Wake up.
The thud was loud to her young mind, the sound of her mother's lifeless body hitting the floor. The knife flashed in the light, tears stained the child's cheek.
I'm so sorry.
Her hair was grabbed roughly, pulled back to expose her own neck. And as the knife was brought to her neck to kiss it, the door to the room was kicked in, and the world went black.
In the dark, the girl sat up, breathing heavily. It took her a minute to realize where she was -- safe, home in her own bedroom. This wasnt the first time she'd woken up to this dream -- many a night this same scenario played in her head, and each time, like now, she woke up terrified with tears staining her pillows and cheeks. It was terrible, and she felt absolutely disgusted with herself. Slipping out of bed, she tip-toed out the door and down the hall to the bathroom. Once inside, she turned on the hot water in the shower and stepped inside.
As the bathroom began to heat and steam up, Kadima sighed, closed her eyes and allowed the hot water to wash over her, imagining that it was washing away her her sadness. As she stood under the water, she lost track of time. The next thing she realized was her sister calling to her.
“You awake yet? Hungry?”
Her mind snapped back into place, as her stomach rumbled. Perhaps food wasnt a bad idea? "Aye, shower. And yea, that would be awesome." With her mind back, she set about the task of actually showering. | |
| | | Jayr Lt Colonel
Posts : 330 Join date : 2015-04-23
| Subject: Re: Beating some Bandit Ass [Job, Training][Kadima or Invite] Mon May 04, 2015 11:55 pm | |
| As Jayr had waited for her sisters response something tugged on the empathetic portion of their sibling bond: her sister was... sad? It was the best way she could describe it. A frown suddenly crossed Jayr's face and she stood, allowing the coldness to seep out of the fridge and onto her bare legs and feet while she listened to her sisters reply. Jayr was normally a naturally bubbly and happy person so it was nothing at all to 'push' these sorts of emotions towards her sister – of course, the choice was always hers to reject or accept them: they came with the equivalent of a mental hug: she didn't care how old they got or how far up in the rankings they moved, her sister would always be her top priority. So, if she felt her sister needed a hug? She was damn well going to share the love!
Of course, this all took the time the thoughts took, which meant within seconds she was leaning back into the fridge to search for what she wanted to make for breakfast. “Don't use all the hot water. I need a shower like it's no ones business.”, Jayr telepathically sent back to her sister before removing the carton of eggs from the fridge. The eggs were carefully placed on the counter before some bacon and sausage was likewise removed. This was followed by a tube of flaky biscuits.
She turned her attention then to the cabinets where she removed several skillets and a baking sheet before turning the oven on. The eggs were cracked, the bacon and sausage were put in their various pans, and the oven's pre-heating was started.
While she waited for the food to be done enough to flip and the oven to be warm enough to add the biscuits she turned back to the cabinets and removed two glasses – thinking ahead of course that her sister would want something to drink with breakfast. The orange juice was then removed from the fridge and she poured herself a tall glass while ensuring that there was some left over for Kadima. The orange juice was put back so it would stay cold and the glass was picked up before she sipped at it slowly; watching while she did so the numbers on the oven rise as they neared their three hundred and fifty degree mark.
With time to let her mind wander she thought back to the first time she had tried cooking: she was about eight years old and had decided to try and help their mother with breakfast. She had damn near ruined it all that first attempt, but her mother hadn't gotten angry: in fact the whole situation had been rather hilarious. Jayr had sworn off cooking for a while after that, figuring it was something she just didn't have the talent for. That, of course, had changed after their mother was killed – Jayr had instantly stepped up, wanting to help out as much as possible because she knew how busy their father was. It was, essentially, like a coping mechanism that Jayr had used time and again to keep from feeling the sadness that came with the thought of her mother's murder. It was why for the first few months after she had been taken from them that Jayr had spent so much time either helping around the house or trying to keep her father and sister laughing as much as possible or training to the point to where she had to be carried home unconscious most nights from sheer and utter exhaustion.
The dinging of the oven brought her out of her own thoughts and she opened the oven door and slid the biscuits on the baking sheet inside before setting the timer to ten minutes. She then flipped the eggs, the bacon, and the sausage, careful not to over-cook or burn anything.
As everything began to finish up she grabbed down some plates, got some silverware from the drawer, and turned the stove and oven off so things didn't burn. The smell of the delicious food filled her nose and caused her stomach to roar to life...
Word Count for Mission: 697 + 581 = 1,278 / 500 Word Count for Nin D – C: 1,278 / 2,000 | |
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