The First of Many [Mission | Private]

Soldier (D) Posts : 23 Join date : 2015-05-12

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And just like that, the day had begun.

By way of pushing back the curtains and actual window, the tanned skin youth, Rōarku Puredetā, rested a hand upon the window seal. The day's forecast called for clear skies and gentle breezes, with it being almost noon temperatures where near there peak, yet even with an increase or two the conditions of the weather perfect for any manner of outdoor activities. As he began to hoist himself upon the window seal, he paused for a moment. "Do I have everything?... It'd be a major hassle to take on the responsibility of all of these missions and not even be prepared…" Swiveling his head, the boy surveyed the contents of his room ensuring accuracy of the goals set forth of the day.

In the corner and along the same wall of which the boy stood sat his twin sized bed which had become the resting place for the oversized throwing stick, red sheets lay tucked away snuggly underneath the grey blanket. Lining the wall against the head board was both a bed side table with a lamp resting atop it and a black mini-fridge, a picture of two closely resembling young boys and their presumed parents was magnetized by red letters "R" and "P" upon the fridges door. Along the adjacent wall a series of weights had been numerically stacked together, a 2-n-1 toilet and bath was located at the opposite end of the same wall as the weights, though dividing the two was a closet five feet in width. Rounding the last wall was the door and a pair of chairs positioned In the corners, he didn't receive many home visits thus their unorthodox locations. Such a gift to have been received in addition to citizenship within these lands meant much to the grey haired boy, as such he kept it as reflection of himself, well maintained and organized.

"Nope… I guess all is good to go…" With that thought processed, Rōarku grabbed a hold of Ōa using it as a propping mechanism to successfully perch himself upon the window seal, his free hand reaching back and pressing against the glass of the window so as to allow it to become shut behind him. Upon the third floor the ground below didn't appear to be that far a ways down, though common sense would tell anyone not to make that fall, thus the half-ram seal had been formed within the boy's left hand. Used as a medium to generate chakra, the boy loosely focused on the tenketsu points in the soles of his feet, both had been supported and outfitted with a pair of mid-top charcoal gray sandals. Per usual, the boy's choice of clothing included a brown sleeveless vest top whose neckline kept his mouth and lower half of his face hidden from sight. His lower half outfitted with a pair of off-black pants with beige patterning stitched to the crotch and tapering the inside of the legs. All of which stood up to the test of time and the test that was Rōarku's rigorous day to day series of movements without hindering him in any way, including the now vertical ascent down the side of the housing complex.

First on the day's mission list was Mr. Fugi - 1st floor, an elderly man once regarded as a potential candidate for some of the highest ranking positions within the military. Sadly, time became his final enemy reducing him to nothing more than a shell of his former self simply awaiting the final moment where he'll be husked away by his maker, with time came the man's sight and thus the reason for assistance. "Hmm… Find his shoe… Again… I swear this is going to become an everyday thing with the man… Ehh… It is an easy flow of currency though!.. Plus, these custom boomerangs aren't really the cheapest either… Bleh.. Away with thee!" After three weeks of performing the same "mission" Rōarku had developed a daily route and routine which had become engraved into the memory of his muscles: descend from the bed room window, scale down to the second floor, round the corner, greet Ms. Kushi and her pet monkey Manu, make two lefts but on the second PUSH not PULL on Mr Fugi's front door.

*Knock Knock*

*Knock Knock*

*Knock*

At first, nothing but silence streamed from the other side of the door, but then. *Thud* "Rō!.. Rō!. Rō! Help me boy! It den happened again!.. Oh.. I'm getting dizzy!" The war torn voice of the ex-militant Mr. Fugi called from behind the door. Chuckling silently to himself, Rōarku shook his head as he pushed open his clients door and got first glimpse of the scene at hand. Dwarf, would be the accurate term to define Mr. Fugi in relation to his height, but as always the man known as the Tortoise Sage" was well equipped with his trusty three foot metallic shell attached to his back. Appearance wise, the man was definitely living up to his name, but in terms of physical prowess, kicking and squirming on the back of your own rotating shell just wasn't cutting it. Upon walking up to the man Rōarku placed a single finger on the man's shell, the pressure causing the dome to gradually slow in rotating speed until it brought the man to a complete. A bit of increased pressure dipped the shell low enough so that the Sage was back on his feet, although grasping at the sides of his head attempting to make sense of his already poor vision.

"Thank ya ma boy!.. Samu put my damn Pockeys on top of the fridge again, talking about I need to go on a diet!.. Damn women needs to stop wasting all my retirement money at the slots, I tell ya!.. As I was making my way up the damned thing ma disk slipped and I lost my footing!.. Luckily, I had old faithful on me and the landing popped it back in, but I still got caught on my damn back and couldn't get over… " The corners of Rōarku's mouth quivered as he listened to his elder, the laughter almost to much to hold in but he did his best not to let it show too much, the man's own disadvantage working in favor of the boy! "Any who… Can't find my damn shoe again, both of them this time… Use your heebiee jeebie magic senses and find it for me, will ya?.. Here…" It would appear that Mr. Fugi had become accustomed to things as well for he already had removed his socks and handed them to Rōarku.

As much of a seemingly blessing it was to have been born with Synesthesia were the two senses that were uniquely linked together, in Rōarku's case, it was additionally a curse. All smells and scents that passed in through his nose and were registered by his olfactory system were additionally made visible as color trails leading to its source in his sights. Issues with hygiene developed earlier in the boy's case, just knowing who had and hadn’t showered made him distant from many growing up, but that was the cost for such a marvelous gift. It would be wrong not to utilize his gifts for the greater good of humanity, right? Thus, clutching the man's holey and stained sock, which streamed colors of baby puke green, Rōarku inhaled it's grotesque stench and immediately got sight of the trail leading to the pair of missing shoes.

Wedged between the fridge and the space between the walls, it would seem kicked off from a previous attempt at the cookie treats of chocolaty goodness, well worth the sacrifice. After removing them from there hiding place, Rōarku aided the man in placing them on his feet, then after bowing to his elder left the apartment in search of his next client of the day.

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Soldier (D) Posts : 23 Join date : 2015-05-12

Spoiler:

*Knock Knock*

*Knock Knock*

*Knock*

From the start of the day to its current point, Rōarku had become somewhat of the hunting specialist for as he knocked on his third client's door he was tasked with finding yet another misplaced or missing item and or pet, the latter being the case now. "Mr. Rōarku please please please find Kiki for me!.. I don't know why he would have left, I just gave him his third bath of the day… Cats like baths right?" The sweet and innocent voice of the neighborhood angel, Anise, beckoned to get an answer out of the Soldier, but per usual he remained silent and communicated that he simply didn't know by shrugging his shoulders. A slight bow was issued to the youngling before Rōarku swiveling around on his heels and walking out from the apartment, all the while turning up his nose to catch a scent of the household cat hiding with good reason from its owner.

"I'm all about hygiene, but… A cat truly doesn't need three baths in a single day… Don't they do that whole licking themselves clean thing, right?... Ugh… The hundreds of thousands of germs that they ingest!!!!... Plus the whole hairball thing… Yuck!" Not much of the house cat person and not specifically because of the whole germ-a-phobe situation that he had going on, but more so a clash of their self-centered personalities in contrast with his own that didn't sit well with him. And we'll leave that at that. Upon making his way around the back side hall Rōarku found a series of flowerpots, two of which had their plants still blossoming inside them while the third did not. A series of miniature paw prints had been left in a trail of dirt leading up to the last flowerpot in the row,

*Sniff Sniff*

*Sniff Sniff*

*Sniff Sniff*

"Ahh… So that's where you've been hiding… Kiki the kitty cat…" The missing cat had finally been found curled up in a smallish ball of cream sickle and brown fur at the base of the flowerpot, as outlined in the mission details the cat had the familiar pink ribbon tied around its neck. Rōarku extended his hand toward the feline but quickly retracted it as Kiki the cat swiped with its elongated claws leaving three inch and a half long scars on the back side of his hand. Low aggressive purrs escaped both man and beast as they locked eyes and glared at one another with hellish intent, any sudden movement would surely provoke the other. "Damned thing!... Sadly I can't injure it or I'll fail the mission… But…" At that moment the young soldier's eyes mulled over the other pots and instantly a plot began to formulate within his mind. "Capturing it without touching it maybe a suitable substitute… Just need to slowly…" Never removing his gaze from his prey, Rōarku's free hand slid against the smooth wooden surface of the floor until it crept up one of the unoccupied flowerpots…

*Knock Knock*

*Knock Knock*

*Knock*

Once again, the familiar knock of the boy echoed against his clients door and a series of rummaging sounds could be heard behind it before the neighborhood angel, Anise, opened the door. Two flowerpots, one stacked on top of the other so that neither contents could be seen, awaited the young girl to which her face scrunched up in confusion. "But.. But.. But.. Where's Kiki the kitty cat? You promised you would find him for me… Mr. Rōarku…" The girl's sweet voice began to crack, her face dropped, and her eyes began to swell as they filled with tears. Rōarku smirked slightly as he gripped the bottom of the top flowerpot and a dirty Kiki the Cat popped it's head up, as it shook it's head it flung dirt everywhere, but the sheer strength of the girl's energy as she saw her pet caused neither party to pay it any mind. After receiving her pet Anise wrapped her arms around Rōarku thanking him for his services before sending him on his way to continue his day's worth of missions…

Word Count: 718

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