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Groaning to herself, just cuz she felt like complaining about something, Shuiro leaned up against the mine wall and sank herself all the way down to the floor. Needless to say she was tired... after all, she'd just busted through five walls, reaping rewards from them, as well as taking a beating. Plus it was dark... very dark... Why the hell anyone would want to work here, she would never know. She was just glad that she was getting something out of it... Silver ore, coal, and something else... another type of ore... She'd have a good amount of ryo by the time she was done. What to spend it on though? Perhaps a comissioned weapon? What would a normal kid her age buy? Probabaly the latest magazine or movie tickets... Nah, she needed something to improve herself, adn that's what she would do. Taking in one deep breath at a time, she leaned her head back against the stone hoping her body would relax enough to continue on.

HP: 113+ 59= 172

The clangs of metal pick axes against stone echoed louded through the cavers, almost with a beat and rythem. Some tunnels seemed to be a little bit worse for wear, or so it seemed to her in the dim torch light. To be honest, she couldn't really tell the difference between rafters hanging by a hinge and a person.... Though why anyone would want to hang from the cieling in a place like this was unknown to her. Every now and then, Shuiro would give a wall or two a good test kick, before she found one to be a bit 'soft' compared to others and kicked it harder. With her foot imbedded into the wall, she almost went off balance. Blind and klutzy... what else? Shaking her head, she pulled her foot out to find that there was nothing in the brokenness she'd created.

1d20: 11+ str mod(11)= 22+22(roll over)= 44
DC: 45
Wall: 5/5 +0
HP: 161- 11= 150

2nd 1d20: 19 = nothing

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Shuddering slightly, she gripped the kjewel in her hands and stuffed it away with the ore she had ocllected. She felt as if, perhaps, it would be close to the time where she should be packing up... after all... it wasn't that safe down in the mines... and she was growing weaker... much weaker. She wondered if she should chance it. Perhaps one more wall? Maybe two more? Could she even make it? These were all questions she would have to answer once her body had rested as much as it could in the dump they called a mine. Atleast sitting down helped a little bit... She would have to do something about her hands later... They would be hurting for a week after this.

HP: 139+ 59= 178(max)

Sucking in a deep breath, Shuiro took a deep stance. She wouldn't injure her hands anymore that day, but use her foot once more. She could get enough power from it to make significant damage to the mine wall, and hopefully get soemthing from it. After all, a last shot was supposed to give you something special... that way it wouldn't be pointless. Lifting her leg, she kicked it firth and then snapped it back into place before moving back into her deep stance. As if it were a delayed reaction, the wall crumbled down a minute after she had rested back into her stance. She shifted through the rubble, searching for something... anything. Just as long as it was worth something. Smiling her hands moved over chuncks of silver ore. All she did was scrape up what she had found and decided the whole things wasn't so bad. She figured she'd just continue, but keep close to the surface rather than stay down deep within the earth.

1d20: 13+ str mod(11)= 24+49= 73
DC: 50
Wall: 5/5 +2
HP: 167- 11= 156

2nd 1d20: 8= high grade coal (5 ryo)

Striking in various places, the blindish girl was disappointed to discover that fate had not graced her with more eyo winning items... There wasn't even coal around this cavern... Perhaps she was in a dead end? That was most likely. Shrugging the failure off, she moved down into another side tunnel and examined it, hoping to reap some rewards from it. It was harder to tell when she couldn't see. Curse that damn magnitization!

1d20: 18+ str mod(11)= 29+52= 81
DC: 55
Wall: 5/5 +3
HP: 145- 11= 134

2nd 1d20: 17= nothing

An other kick here and there rounded out the walls a bit as larger stones fell and rolled to the floor. She was pleased to find more high grade coal that would become a part of her collection of goods. Counting in thought she realized that all her winning added up to over one hundred ryo in worth. Smirking at this little fact she moved on to find another wall to beat down and find good things from.

1d20: 8+ str mod(11)= 19+53= 72
DC: 60
Wall: 5/5 +4
HP: 123- 11= 112

2nd 1d20: 2= high grade coal (5 ryo)

Raging on, she beat the wall all the way down the corridor and back. It was like a ahilstorm... only they were rocks, not ice. Searching blindly through the rubble, Shuiro felt no odd textures of anything really. Then, just to make sure, she sent out a pulse, or ten, and fell over. Her headband was still in her pouch and it gravitated towards the floor. The poor girl would now have more than bruised hands to deal with. With closure, however, on not finsing anything more, she quickly bolted out of the room just happy to have created havoc in the mines... She would count her prizes more thuroughly when she got home, but right now she just had to keep herself from going back. Money is the root to all evil after all... she didn't want to sink deeper than she already was...

1d20: 19+ str mod(11)= 30+41= 71
DC: 65
Wall: 5/5 +5= 10 walls total!
HP: 101- 11= 90

2nd 1d20: 7= nothing

[[Chunnin level reverse personality roll. Roy is cynical and care free so the roll will be the typical hero, caring and determined…]]

Iwa was alive with the festive mode that came with a film crew. People were lined up down the road as far as the eye could see. Some had been there since the morning before, camped out hoping for their chance to make it big. Thankfully, however, this new film was a combat film so anybody with official ninja training got pushed to the head of the line so long as they could show one Jutsu. Roy had already qualified for this… kinda helps when you stick a bomb in the directors hated assistance pants. It was good for a laugh.

The Kage tower was being used as a temp set for the auditions, at least the first part anyway. Roy walked in when his turn came up and he glanced around. He had haphazardly grabbed one of the scripts, not paying much attention to which one it was.

There was a table before him. He noticed it as the table the Mission distributors used. Of course they decorated it a bit differently but he noticed it still. He arched his brow a bit at the colorful bunch behind the table. One was a man in one of those gay berets tilted to the side to make himself look cool. The next was a woman smoking a cigarette at the end of a long stick. And the last was just some fat balding guy. Roy simply sighed and looked to them.

The man with the beret looked to Roy and arched a brow. He began to speak low to the woman next to him, “Gah, zuch talentless ‘acks zis town ‘as. Marcus’ ‘ad better appreciate what moi ‘as done for ‘im.”

Roy had a somewhat blank look upon his face. In all honesty he wanted to hit the guy but didn’t. He glanced to the woman who’s lips just curled into a smile as she continued to take puffs from the cigureet.

The balding man simply smiled, “Ok kid. You’re one of the ninja from this village right? Come on and read the script and give us a good show ok?! You’re the first ninja we’ve had in here today so we’re expecting lots.”

The guy was hyper… great… an emo, a mute and a bouncing butter ball. Good grief.

Roy looked to his script and his eye began to twitch. He read that the script was labeled Hero. He didn’t like it a bit. Looking for the lines, he passed through and noticed the lining of how the hero was suppose to work. He sighed since this was completely outside his personality but whatever. He was bored.

He cleared his throat and looked to them and began to read.

“Never fear young lords and ladies, for I have come to save thee.” He was certain that if anyone mentioned this after this day, he’d kill them right then and there.


Perform DC: 37 (25+12) vs 1D20 + 37{Perform}