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 Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 7:37 pm
Collé couldn't help but be taken aback by the display. There was a corpse... In a box, in the middle of the front Foyer. What!? It seemed a tad barbaric for her taste, but she had no say in the matter and wasn't about to be some kind of voice of reason on the matter. The Doctor was increasingly becoming an enigma, like a puzzle that Collé not only couldn't solve, but was starting to be afraid of the outcome of it all, when the final piece was placed down. She had incredibly strange fantasias about what lay behind the mask, like there was some kind of beak or tentacled mass of chaos. He was losing his humanity with each passing second. Either way, she shook her head to calm her nerves, but there was a look of concerned disgust all over Collé's face. She wouldn't be able to hide it if she had tried. "Well, as admirable as that profession of Autopsy is..." Collé said, trying to put a sense of seriousness in the falsity that she felt behind what she was speaking, "I wasn't expecting to be in a house that was at a delivery despot for dead bodies..." He seemed to have turned his attention towards a document, something that she hadn't even noticed. Nonetheless, Collé's attention was stagnant on the dark box that lay, knowing that just within a lifeless corpse was under the effects of rot and rigor mortis. Right before her very eyes. "But in all seriousness, how discrete can you be about the delivery of a corpse...?" It was meant to be a joke, but it was cold humor that was uttered from Collé's lips.
But, with finality of breaking her attention from the Black box of death, Collé returned her attention and inquiries to Doctor Cain. Her wide eyes were sedated to a dulled glare, as she carried them to the paper thathe was holding. "Business...?" Was all that Collé bothered to say, before watching the maid walk off in dignified purpose, "And what nature of exchange are you speaking?" She was in no mood for bargaining, but everything up until then had been far less than malicious in nature, so Collé felt it would be nothing of a strenuous nature. She was rather good at playing Violin, and if that was to be his request, it wouldn't be something that she'd even have to put effort towards providing. Collé would be playing Violin, despite Doctor Cain's wishes. Something told her it wouldn't be quite so simple though, it was, after all a huge mansion. And it offered nearly every luxury she could possibly ask for, sans the comfort of lacking corpses and having clothes. But, normality was as normality did, and it was becoming very much a "When in Rome" situation. She needed to follow suit with that which was considered normal in the household, and it would take some assimilation. Either way, Collé wanted to make sure she knew what she was getting into, before getting prescribed for some deadly disease she had no hand in inducing.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 8:17 pm
The slow click of the latch within the hidden compartment let out its soft chime before the Doctor turned once more to face his young guest. "The exchange is the simple part... I request, as I am sure you guessed the company of your most beautiful music..." with the final pause the Doctor slowly stepped forward facing directly to the girl. "You will be provided food... comfort, service, clothing, lodging, and access to the library... the only other aspect I request... is companionship upon my missions... despite being a Doctor it seems my main assignment and source of income within this village will be as a shinobi..." It had not been long sense the aproned woman had vanished before she reappeared from the kitchen door. "Dinner is served." She said in an almost cliché tone. "Food and sanitation is nothing to worry about... despite all of my business Anastasia has yet to fall in harm's way... thus if you do not possess a frail fortitude should remain healthy as well..." The monochromatic shadow stretched across the floor in the flickering candlelight illustrating the ominous man's approach to the door. "Come... your food is ready..." Upon entering the kitchen the once boiling kettle and array of strange spices and food stuffs had been cleaned and removed. The spotless kitchen nearly shone with cleanliness. "Anastasia has as much talent as the two of us combined..." The deep depressive voice mumbled. As he walked the Doctor paced with his cane before him and occasionally looked over to the girl who followed, "As for your question... discreteness is of little concern to me..." A statement by far the most obvious of any having been said before.
"If you so choose to not stay as per the offer... you are free to stay a short amount of time with no strings attached..." The kitchen was not a long trek and rather a boring one, not even a trace of cooking utensils could be seen. Without looking inside of drawers and cabinets the room looked as empty as any of the guest rooms. On the far right wall was the doorway that they sought and with a casual stride the Doctor arrived with little time and effort. Within the other side of the portal a large dinning hall could be seen. The room alight with brightly burning candles that decorated the walls and table. This room alone contained more elegance and visual warmth than the entire home combined. A tapestry of a table cloth draped long the lengthy table and upon either side of the stretched wood was rows of chairs perhaps 10 chairs long. Resting on the table was a rather humbled meal of filleted cod, trimmed cubes of steak, and a bowl of fresh cut apple slices. The end of the table held three chairs preset for the meal. The Doctor took his roost at the very end of the table looking down clear to the opposite wall, to his left sat the chef, maid, and waitress Anastasia. Anastasia had grown upon the same diet as her master but had so longed for food over the years, the Doctor had no qualms with the service to eat alongside the guest. "Please have a seat." the petite voice rang out as she motioned towards the ceramic plate and wine glass. "If you are thirsty we have water, wine, and tea. I would gladly fetch any for you." Resting in front of the Doctor was an empty plate with the socially correct placement of the many utensils though no food rested upon it. "Please... help yourself..." the low voice calmly offered. "I do apologize once more for not warning you of my profession... I was unaware work would begin in the time you would be staying..." Across from Collé, Anastasia began to place pieces of beef upon her plate as well as retrieving her fish among the two.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 8:40 pm
Quote: 1013 Lines And Counting!!! Whoo!!!
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 9:03 pm
Collé had lost her apatite to a degree, but she wasn't about to be rude enough to pass up a meal. It would be quite discourteous, and she was hungry anyways. Having not had many solid meals, she'd feel a bit less than responsible to turn any cooked meal down. Exceptionally if it was seafood, which was what it was by the smells that were wafting through the air. "I can't imagine you're going to keep that corpse there for a particularly long time..." Collé said as they stepped away from the box, towards the dining room, "Might get a tad unsightly, or atleast unbearably stenched." She skipped excitedly towards the food that was waiting, for once empty handed of the Violin. However, the Bow was still tucked into her belt securely. Collé wasn't sure if she could go without it for very long... It was as if atleast a part of the Viol needed to stay with her at all times, or she would feel incomplete. The food selection was a sight for sore eyes, having been freshly cooked, and this time... Free. "Doctor... May I ask if you are crippled? I see you walking with a cane, but it doesn't seem that you rely on it for movement," Collé inquired, starting to gather the boldness to discern through the various elements of the Doctor's visage, "It is, of course, no business of mine... But curiosity has a way of working itself into my nature, sir."
When Collé sat down, smoothing her skirt down and shifting her chair closer to the table, she had her hands respectfully crossed on her lap. She wouldn't even pick up the fork until every plate was on the table, as per etiquette's disposition. It mattered much to her how she was mannered in front of people, making sure to have a presentation that challenged the Princesses of old. When she was seated, Collé responded to the Doctor's concern with much optimism. "I would love to play music for you, Doctor!" She said, with simplicity and excitement, nodding her head, "It is, after all, what I do best. However, I am no Shinobi... And I'm unsure if I have the skills to ever perform as such. If you'd like my accompaniment on your various tasks, I am ever vigilant and certain to be company... However, I cannot promise I will come to any use." She gazed down at the warm plate that was prepared and ready, "If this changes your mind on the matter... I would understand..." Collé hoped he would find a way to make use of her, as the luxury of the house was something she would direly miss... Exceptionally if she had to give such a wonder up after spending a week or so leeching upon it's gratifications. However, it wasn't as if she was useless, and she was certain she would find some nature of way to be helpful. When the time was right, Collé began to eat, with careful and respectful demeanor.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 9:42 pm
The Doctor remained unmoving throughout most of the meal allowing his cane to rest upon the side of the chair as he peered ever forward. "The corpse will be tended to tonight... as will other personal business... I am under the assumption that the second scroll I was given is an assignment... I will wake you come dawn..." He paused allowing for the girls following questions to be heard. The Doctor felt great potential in the girl before him knowing she already had abilities with genjutsu. Perhaps they had not been overpowering or in most cases impressive she had left it known that she possessed at least a fair amount of skill. Her curiosity, intellect, and talent seemed overall a powerful indicater of a powerful mind. "You may ask as you please... I am not crippled though I will admit my body is weak..." In truth the only reason the Doctor possessed the cane was for times when his body was experiencing negative effects from an experiment. Cain was a perfectly healthy young man with a steady hand, a sharp mind, and a quick foot. Without these attributes he would have perished of his own accord years ago. "Do not fear that curiosity... nor hide it... curiosity is what drives everyone, especially myself..."
The Doctor could not explain what had happened to him or what it was about this young woman that effected him as much as it did but from the moment he awoke from his previous experiment he had felt the subconscious urge to not let her leave. Something had changed him and pulled him closer to her, he was willing to converse with her and share things he normally would not. Of course... despite Anastasia, Collé was the first person the Doctor had conversed with in years. Perhaps he was growing lonely, Ha... loneliness... for years I have been alone... it surely is not the cause of these strange happenings... The thoughts of the man swirled around in his mind as he listened further and observed the proper etiquette both of the woman showed. Manners were something the Doctor found most interesting, one of the many aspects of humanity that had derived purely from the behavior and decisions of a chosen few. The ability the change the minds and actions and an entire people was staggering and to do so without chemical transfers was even further impressive. "I have faith in your skills... You possess a sharp mind... you seem very aware of the world around you and your music is divine... your ability that you displayed earlier is proof enough to me... you have great potential in the art of genjutsu..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 9:59 pm
It was with joyful relief that Collé could assure that the meal she was consuming was most assuredly a delicious one. She was eating it respectfully, but she had full plans of finishing everything on her plate, which was probably going to be a common happening during her stay in the mansion of a house. She listened intently to the Doctor's intellect as it danced around his vocabulary. He was a fascinating sort, to say the least, and simply hearing him talk was something of novelty, even if he wasn't eating from his place across the table. However, he seemed to have aspirations that made Collé very uneasy. "I have no interest in learning any Gen-Shoebox art... I'm not a violent sort." She spoke simply, blaspheming the only word in the sentence that she had never heard spoken before, "But I am a musician, and I am aware of the world. A musician is all I'll ever aspire to be... I want nothing more in my life." His seeming to think that she would ever be at all interested in any of the Shinobi arts was a mistake, something that Collé was hasty to clarify as one. She was a pacifist, not through theology but interest. She had no intentions of ever learning how to hurt someone, because she was never planning on hurting anyone. Collé was one tracked about this mindset, she wouldn't be bent on such a matter. There was only one motive that had ever driven her to bloodlust, and ever would, and that was the discernment and location of the family that was so ruthlessly stolen from her.
It put a slight damper on the meal, but Collé continued to enjoy her food down to the last morsel. Colle stood, after finishing her meal. She spent a moment pushing her chair in, and drinking the last of the water that had been poured for her. With that, she let a bow. "The food was delicious, Ms. Anastasia. I do appreciate such hospitality." Collé said courteously, smiling with genuine satisfaction, "In reference to your faith in my skills, Doctor... I am sorry I am of no sorts, a combatant. I will play music for you to the greatest of my ability, but I have no interest in pursuing this Jin-sushi... For that, it is within my deep apologies to say I do hope you can still find some use for me. As long as it doesn't involve anything chemical in nature. Again, chemistry is something I am blind to the nature of, no offense Ms. Anastasia." Collé picked up her plate and brought it to the counter that was closest to the sink, placing it there carefully. She would be willing to do the dishes, but didn't want to impose upon anyone's assigned duties, and it seemed that the maid of the house was quite good at what she did. Either way, Collé was finding it difficult to please the sentiments of the Doctor, but she didn't want to refuse him outright. Genjutsu was not on her agenda though.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 10:27 pm
The Doctor listened cautiously as his guest spoke. It had seemed that within the night he had found a new experiment. Once the young girl made her way out of the dinning room the shadowy figure rose from its seat looking over to Anastasia. "Thank you..." The voice let out the monotone dismal expression it allowed and the Doctor vanished through the kitchen. He was a minute or two behind his new companion and had intention of beginning his operations within the lab below. A casual stride allowed for the Doctor to arrive comfortably at the door to his lab. A series of clicks and turns preceded the opening of the door and once inside a single button rest against the right wall. The cloaked digit pressed down on the red button and the sound a of a mechanism could be heard rumbling and grinding as gears turned and metal clanged. As the Doctor descended the stairs, as did the body. The Doctor was quick in his actions and removed the lid to the casket revealing the fresh corpse of a man in his mid thirties. Upon his face were boils and scars. I see..
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 10:32 pm
Quote: 1,098 Lines! And we are wrapping up this little RP for Update's Sake, so we can start on a mission, if I am correct.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 7:36 pm
Rank: C
Herb Gathering
-Overview:
Charged with the development of a cure for the newest water based disease the Doctor's research has lead to the need for a local plant. The powerful herb has a unique property that allows for the fortification of the users immune system. The only problem is that the fields on the outside of the village contain dangerous wildlife.
---Step 1: Head out!
The walk is a medium distance and should not take too long, however if you rush you might alert the sleuth of bears. The Docter possesses a map to the flowers location. Be careful.
...Count:
200
...Check:
Awareness - Tracking Check (Int(x2) + Int Stat Buff(x2) + Jutsu Awareness Buff + Item Awareness Buff vs 200 )
...Requirements: Only one member needs to make the check at the end of the post requirement to continue. Should the check fail the team is lost and must rp an additional 50 lines before the check can be attempted again with a +5 to each additional attempt.
---Step 2: Don't wake the bears!
You have managed to locate the flowers, however the bears are nearby, some are sleeping, while other are simply distracted. You must sneak passed the bears in order to reach the flowers safely.
...Count:
100 lines
...Check:
Stealth Check (Agi(x2) + Agi Stat Buff(x2) + Jutsu Stealth Buff + Item Stat Buff vs 240)
...Requirements:
Each member must attempt this check, in the event that someone fails that means the bears have been alerted of your presences and attack with an attacking Tai Power of 100 with a damage of 300. You may either dodge separately, or one player may interpose for the entire group. After the bear has finished its attack and everyone has made a proper response, you may attempt the stealth check again.
---Step 3: Gather Quickly!
Now that you have made it to the flowers it is now time to gather as many as you can and get out of there and back to the village.
...Count
50
...Check
Agility Check (Agility(x2) + Agility Stat Buff(x2) vs 100)
...Requirements:
This check can not fail, however if it does determine how much of the flowers you manage to escape with. You obtain 10 herbs for attempting the check regardless of the results, 10 herbs for succeeding it, and an additional 10 herbs for ever 1 degree of success.
Example: Your Agility is 20 and you have an agility buff of 15. You multiply your Agility and buff by 2 totaling 40 and add your +15(x2) agility buff resulting in a total PC of 70.
You make your check vs 100 and realize that you need a 47 or lower to pass the check.
You roll and land on 23.
This means that you obtained 10 herbs for making the check, you also receive a bonus 10 for beating the check, as well as an additional +20 for beating the check by 24 or "two degrees of success" for a total of 40 herbs.
......Rewards:
The ninja whom made the awareness check is granted +200 ryo
If you managed to make it to the flowers without waking the bears each participant is granted +200 ryo
For every herb you collect (not ones your team collects) you receive +5 ryo.
Notes:
May only be completed once
In the event that a player is knocked into critical 2 or lower the mission has been failed and you must return them to the village for treatment.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 8:54 pm
Before him lay the open chest cavity of the corpse that had previously arrived the night before. Within the various entrails and organs lay stagnant and fresh. The heat of the body had long sense left but the color had not faded nor the decomposition begun. The needle remained within the careful grip of the thick glove before the sample within was transported to the overwhelming device. The bottle of the syringe was removed carefully and placed within one of the many rings with precision and slow movements. The subject has died of an unknown disease... signs include boils, foam pouring from the mouth, and a quick destruction of the liver. The large beaked figure turned to the table that lay beside the machine. Upon the table rested a drawn out scroll with the remains of a red wax seal. The print that stained the parchment told of the man's demise, a poor man who had spent most of his life with a caring family. The scroll spoke briefly of his life and the dramatic changes seen within the past month. Upon autopsy it was seen that the disease managed to effect the mind as well. The effects managed to attack and alter the Temporal Lobe which had caused the dramatic change in behavior. The more disturbing aspects held within the scroll however were the revelations of the village's knowledge of the Doctor. "Good day Doctor Fuuma. Upon entering this village your credentials were accepted and research had begun. It is at this time that we warn you, we know what you have done in the past and we will not stop you. But be warned should you endanger the people of this village your actions will not come without punishment." It was a section the Doctor could not help but read aloud when he had first unraveled the scroll. It was rather discomforting for officials be able to simply research him and discover the atrocities he had left in his past. For now the matter would be left alone as the contents implied no reprimands against him.
The final matter of the scroll was of the business of the corpse. It was to be considered a mission by the shinobi officials and one that they could only trust to a well versed Doctor. Cain had been charged with the responsibility to uncover and diagnose every ailment and problem that resided within the corpse of the man. The corpse before him was the third within the village to have such symptoms but the village lacked a disease specialist, having been focused in on combat and healing. From the Doctor's discoveries he had traced the contents of the disease that had originated from within the stomach, for a disease to begin its work while in the stomach it was clear indication that the source had been something ingested. The quick damage to the liver showed it was rare and fast acting ailment. As the contents of the virus were spread throughout the body it managed to pool up within the brain. The speed of the spreading led the Doctor to believe it to be a hydro based disease passed on through contaminated water. From the samples extracted it was found that the chemical build was similar to that of a plague the Doctor had released long ago. Perhaps this too was an evolution of the disease he had created and cured. Should the disease remain within his previous village the villagers would be blissfully unaware due to their immunity to the previous disease. However a vaccine for this new disease would be required as the previous would not be powerful enough. I will need to prepare a vaccine... the compound from my previous attempt should provide for a strong base and luckily the local herbs are exactly what I need... Quick in his movements the Doctor covered the corpse of the man with a long plastic tarp. The machine was turned off and the vials replaced. He had been aware that he would be leaving his home for a mission but he did not expect to go flower picking for a new disease. Upon exiting the lab he sealed each lock as he always had done and made his way to his newest guest's room. With two slow echoing knocks he awaited her appearance within the doorway. It was eight o'clock and surely she had already been awake.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 12:32 am
Kaguya Michio looked at the headband his teacher had placed in his hands with a small sense of pride. “So this is how it feels to be rewarded for a job well done...” he mumbled to himself and tied it around his forehead. It felt uncomfortable, but he knew it to be a sign of recognition as an official shinobi of Otogakure, so he dealt with it. As he passed the crowd of students, he shot a glance to Gozu, who had rejoined the others but strayed off to the side to separate himself from the testing students, and Gozu glared at him with envious fury. If Michio knew how to feel remorse, he might almost feel sorry for Gozu, for in order for Michio to graduate, Gozu had to fail and wait another year. A couple of students congratulated Michio for his success, but Michio merely ignored them, as their compliments meant nothing to him. They were not of a higher rank than he was, so any praise they granted to him was irrelevant. Michio walked to the edge of the academy and double knotted his headband, semi-pleased to discover that it kept his slicked back hair in place better. He exited through the archway and started to make his way to the Otogakure shinobi registration office. Many of the civilian villagers glanced at his headband and either smiled proudly at him or immediately averted their eyes from him as if their looking at him would attract his attention. Michio's mind began to drift as he trotted towards the office, thinking of what his family would have said about his graduation. His father would likely grant him with a cherished family heirloom. His mother would have hastily gotten together with the other mothers of the village and cooked up a feast for him. And his grandparents would have looked upon him with eyes full of pride, pride at the fact that the result of their flesh and blood was moving on to do great things with his life. But they were stolen from me... and that can never happen... he thought, and with that thought the pain of loss stung him once more, reminding him exactly why he even enrolled in the academy in the first place: to seek revenge on the murderous Inuzuka family and slaughter every single one he came across.
Michio cut through the alleyway up ahead, planning to stop by his apartment and dress into more appropriate clothing. As he was passing between two streets of houses, the alley branched off into a T and to the right, he could hear the sound of a struggle. His shinobi training kicked in and he pressed his back against the wall, sliding along it to the edge and peering around it to get a decent look. Around the corner, Michio saw that one of his neighbors, a decently well-to-do boy by the name of Hoshitomi Suzuki, Gozu's youngest brother, was being mugged by three members of one of the local gangs appropriately named Cobra. They were known for preying on the weak and employing poisonous needles to disable or even kill their victims. As much as he despised Gozu, this boy had done him no wrong, and though it was really none of his business, he could not just allow some lower-than-scum gangsters to murder the brother of his rival. Besides, he could just imagine the frustration that it would cause Gozu to know that his rival saved his sibling, and the thought brought a very-pleased smile to his face. Michio turned the corner and called out to the gangsters, “Hey! Worthless scum! Come take on someone who can actually fight back, you cowardly pansies!”
The gangsters turned to look at him and grinned, knowing who he was and readying their weapons. “You're on, punk a**.” The closest of the three began walking toward Michio, and the genin assumed the Stance of Destruction, breathing slowly as he prepared for the attack. The Cobra reached him and brought his larger-than-average kunai in an downward angle to stab Michio in the crook of his neck. Michio countered with a well-aimed punch to the forearm of the weapon-hand and a split second before contact, the Kaguya extended his bone claws and impaled the arm with them. The Cobra cried out in pain and struggled to get his arm off of the claw, but to no avail as Michio pulled him close and began to repeatedly punch-stab the gangster with his other claw multiple times, impaling him three times with each blow, all of which hitting vital organs. The gangster cried out with each attack until he could no longer draw breath to cry out with. Michio forced the Cobra to the ground and put his foot on the bloody chest of the gangster, pulling his other claw out of the soon-to-be corpse's forearm. He turned his attention to the other two gangsters, who were backing up and preparing to flee, and ran towards them at an incredible speed granted by his earlier stance. He was within three feet of one of the gangsters, this one a girl, and propelled himself through the air in a horizontal spin with his claws outstretched. “DRILL CLAW!” he screamed, and upon connecting, his claws did serious damage to her spinal column and she dropped to the ground either paralyzed or dead. The final gangster turned to him, now knowing there was no escape, and snatched up a pair of lethal looking no-dachi from his belt. The tips dripped with a fluid that Michio could only assume was a deadly neurotoxin, and the charged at one another. Michio drop-kicked the man in the chest, forcing him to fly back a couple of feet and drop the daggers. He rushed forward to deliver the killing blow, but his bloodlust clouded his judgement and Michio received a nasty kick to the side of the head that flung him into the wooden fence. Michio snarled in anger, both at himself for his short-sightedness and his enemy for actually landing a blow, and leapt off of the wall at his enemy, who had scrambled off of the ground. As soon as Michio was in the air, the gangster snatched up one of the daggers and brought it up just as Michio landed on him, both fighters impaling each other, Michio with his bone claws, and the gangster with his dagger. Michio felt the shocking pain of the stab wound to his stomach as well as the burn of the toxin. He swore aloud for allowing himself to be lost in the lust for blood that he felt every time he engaged in battle and looked to Suzuki with accusatory eyes of 'if you were stronger, this wouldn't have happened', and began to rush to the village hospital, passing the registration office entirely.
“Dammitdammitdammitdammit!” he said to himself, clutching the wound as he ran to the hospital. He could feel the poison flowing through his veins despite the profusely bleeding wound and knew that his exertion would only make it worse, but he had to get to the hospital before he either bled out or went into paralysis from the neurotoxin, the former more likely than the latter.
Michio had just reached the street of the hospital when he felt his legs give out and he crumpled to the ground. s**t! I'm loosing too much blood!, he thought in a panick, and began to drag himself down the street with his arms. A couple of villagers ran over and picked him up, one of them placing a cloth to his wound as they rushed him inside and told the doctor that Michio appeared to be in critical condition. The doctors got him into a room, forcefully removed his claws from his knuckles, healed the wound by using some medical healing jutsu that Michio was unfamiliar with, and Michio somehow found the strength to inform the doctor that he had been poisoned. They shot him up with a very powerful anti-venom and began to hope for the best.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 4:40 pm
Michio awoke a few days later in the hospital, his vision blurry and his mind hazy. “Wha... what happened? Where am I?” he asked, but there was no one to answer. He sat up and removed the IV needle from his arm, his vision clearing instantly. “A hospital...? The poison!” he said, suddenly remembering the events of what seemed to be only an hour ago to him. He looked around the room and spotted his clothes and got dressed, adjusting his headband on his forehead appropriately and fastening his shinobi tools pouch to his right leg. Michio walked to the door and opened it, only to have something fall into the room and on top of him. As he pushed it off, it was wet and smelled strongly of copper. It wasn't until he looked at his hands that he realized it was blood. “What the hell?!” he cried out and scrambled to his feet. He knew the body was deceased just from looking at it, for there was blood seeping from a gaping wound in the throat. He shivered slightly and peered out into the hall and was instantly unnerved by what he saw. The nurses, doctors, and a good number of people he could only assume were patients were all sprawled around the room. There was blood smeared all over the walls and the desks. Papers were strewn everywhere, some stained red with the blood. “What the hell happened here? Is there anyone still alive?!” he wondered aloud. As if on cue, there was a noise of movement behind him. He turned slowly and his eyes met a large pair of glowing violet eyes that were connected to a large crimson creature in the shape of a wolf that stood a couple of feet taller than Michio did. The beast snarled and Michio pushed himself through the door, taking off down the hallway towards the exit of the hospital, certain that a beast as large as the... blood wolf? would be incapable of squeezing through such a tight space as the door frame, and when he looked back he was horrified to see the wolf shift through the wall, leaving a clean spot where there used to be a large smear of blood. The wolf charged after him and Michio kept running to the exit, suddenly unsure of his chances to survive this ordeal. He reached the exit and pushed on the door, but it would not open. “Oh s**t...” he said and turned around, knowing now that since this was the only door for ten feet and the wolf was seven feet away, he was going to die to this beast. “I won't go down without a fight!” He extended his bone claws and shouted a bloodcurdling battle cry and charged at the animal, who remained unfazed by this sudden turn of predator-prey relationship. The beast grew in size with every step it took, and over it's back Micho saw that any blood in the hallway was now stripped from the walls, floor, and ceiling. Michio propelled himself forward and attempted his Drill Claw attack again, but the wolf simply stopped and opened it's jaws wide enough so that Michio just flew into the beast's mouth... and seemed to fall forever. There were no internal organs, there was no bottom of the body lining to fall against, and he certainly did not hit the floor. He just fell... and fell into unconsciousness.
Warmth awoke him. Intense warmth. Actually, it felt like fire. Michio opened his eyes and stared ahead to see a flame inches from his face. He scrambled to his feet and looked around, and what he saw almost left him speechless with happiness. “Father! Mother!” he yelled, and ran over to them. He pushed himself into their arms and they all embraced for a moment. “But I thought you were both killed?” His parents smiled warmly at him like they had the afternoon before they died and then moved away from him towards a large group of buildings that looked similar to the village they had all lived in before their deaths. A growl from behind him in a group of trees caught his attention and something drove Michio to go in search of the growl. He found the animal, and it was a wolf similar to the one he had killed five years ago. Michio stared the beast in the eyes and pushed his bone claws through his knuckles again, waiting for the wolf to make a move. Kill it! Kill the damned wolf! something said in his head and he lost himself to his lust for battle again, rushing forward and swinging his claws at the animal repeatedly in a Berserker Barrage. The wolf dodged every move and then leaped at him, gripping him by the throat and sinking it's teeth in, but Michio's body created a plate of bone beneath the tissue of his neck to prevent the wolf's teeth from reaching his arteries. Michio brought a claw into the breast of the wolf and felt it instantly go limp, much faster than any wolf he had ever killed.
This is like the night my family was murdered... he thought, suspicion growing, Is this a dream? It can't be... I can feel everything as if it's really happening to me... again... Michio pulled his claws back into his arms and ran back to the village just in time to see his mother and grandmother get thrown into the bonfire in the middle of the town by the Inuzuka who had murdered them once before. The Inuzuka clan members turned to leave, but Michio came running in. “NOT THIS TIME, YOU MURDEROUS B*****DS!” he screamed, and rushed at the head woman, who merely scoffed at him. In a flash, she was gone from his sight. Seconds later, he was smacked in the jaw with the back of a fist and Michio flew into one of the village's buildings. "You think you can match up to me, you worthless piece of s**t?" she asked, and disappeared again, appearing only inches from his face and grabbing him by the throat, lifting him up and pressing him against the wall.
"You stupid woman... did you really think you can strangle me?" he asked, his voice not even strained as his body had plated his neck again with a layer of steel-strong bone. She snarled and threw him at the fire, and he landed in a patch of the burning embers, setting his cotton shirt ablaze. Michio panicked and flung himself to the dirt, rolling around to put out the flames, and succeeded in doing so, but only noticed at the last second that the female Inuzuka was standing over him and plunging a fist towards his torso. He gasped in shock as he felt a sharp pain in his gut. He looked down to the wound and saw that she had impaled his stomach with her fist and screamed in pain as she began removing his internals. Soon, his strength began to leave him and as his world faded to black, he heard a deep voice in his head..
You're weak... you lack discipline... you'll never avenge them at this rate... Wake up little animal... wake up...
Kaguya Michio awoke with a start in a hospital bed in a cold sweat and sat up quickly. A pair of gentle but firm hands held him down and he looked up at a female doctor. “Doctor! What happened? You're alive!” he said, and she laughed at him, which made him blush with embarrassment. “Michio-san, I think you may have been having a nightmare caused from the hallucinogenic poison that was circulating in your system.” Michio sighed with relief and laid back in the bed, “At least it was just a nightmare... that was really and I mean REALLY bizarre... When can I leave here?”
“Well, Michio, I can check you out at any time. You've been out for a few days, so you'll need to take it easy, but I see no reason why you cannot register yourself as a shinobi.” she said, handing him a clipboard, “I just need your signature here that states that I have gone over all of the proper exercises for recovery for you.” He nodded and gave his signature, then grabbed his clothes from the chair next to the bed and pulled his pants on under his hospital gown, then removed the gown and dressed fully. The nurses in the hallway giggled as she saw him half naked and the doctor flushed. “Thank you for your help, Doctor. Have a good day.” he said, exiting the room and walking out into the hall, where he saw the two nurses give him attracted glances and he just walked right by them, not interested at all. They weren't warriors, and he'd be damned if he was going to invest any time in someone who would only be a burden when the going got rough.
He walked to the registration office and signed up as a Genin. They informed him that there were no available shinobi for him to be paired on a team with. "But, the chuunin exams are going on in Lightning country right now. You could occupy your time with that." one of them suggested and Michio nodded. "I'll do that then."
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PeterBainner rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 4:08 pm
“There is something you could do here before you go, however. We just received a report not a few seconds ago that the mission office needs a shinobi to stop a band of hooligans from causing vandalism to a local grocery store. The shinobi needs to be quick and brave, but stealthy all at the same time, as the vandals never seem to show if there's someone stationed out to guard the store.” The registration officer stated and Michio tilted his head to the side a little. “If they don't show up if there's a guard, then why doesn't the store just hire a guard to stand in front of the store?” The registration officer shrugged, “Who knows? They might not be able to afford to pay for a guard to stand out front all day or night. We're not exactly a very large village, so money's sort of tight for everyone.” But they can afford to pay for a ninja to take care of the issue? That theory sounds full of holes... then again, if they get rid of the vandals once and for all, they wouldn't have need to continually pay a guard. Saves money that way I suppose... Michio thought and nodded to the registration officer, “I guess I'll go sign up for it then.”
Michio walked over to the mission desk and signed up for the assignment and they informed him that the location was the Sakura no Megumi grocery store only two streets over. He made haste, sneaking into the store through the roof and into the back room, then through the employees only door into the store behind the counter. He walked as quietly as he could to the store owner and tapped him on the shoulder, then folded his arms as the man jumped and turned. “Kaguya Michio reporting for duty. The mission office sent me to deal with whatever problem it is you're having.”, Michio said quietly so that only the owner and he could hear the conversation. The owner nodded, “Good, good. Come with me to my office.” Michio followed the owner to his office and leaned against a wall as the owner gave him the rundown of what his problem was. “A few months ago, a gang sprouted up out of nowhere and demanded that I start paying them 500 ryo a week for protection services. I refused, and the next day I came to the store to find that it had been broken into and a lot of the food had been destroyed and thrown all over the place, as well as a good number of the containers being torn to pieces. There was a message on the wall stating that next time it would be worse. I've been paying them since then, but I had to raise my prices to make up for the losses and now my store is in danger of closing down due to my competition having lower prices. I didn't pay them yesterday and I just know that they're going to come back tonight and destroy what little of my shop that I have left. I need these gangsters taken care of once and for all. Can you do it for me?” Michio nodded, “That's what I'm here for. What can you tell me about these gangsters?”
“Well, they typically wear green bandanas over their faces so I can't tell who they are, but they always seem to have knives on their belt in sheaths that seem to be filled with some kind of fluid. And they always wear green tops with yellow fang symbols on the back and large, wide hoods.” The owner described and Michio frowned. “Cobras...” the shinobi said, “This could be problematic. These gangsters never go down without a fight. I've had dealings with them in the past and I can tell you that the fluid that is in their sheaths is poison. Some of the poisons are hallucinogenic, others are neurotoxins, but all of them are designed to take their victims down or get them to the point of helplessness. I'm going to need a couple of things if you can provide them.” The owner looked genuinely frightened and nodded, “Anything as long as it will save my store.” Michio smiled sincerely and looked him dead in the eye, “Does your store have sprinklers? If so, what I need for you to do when you close up is to move all of your food product and it's containers to a room that doesn't have a sprinkler in it and put a towel at the base of the door. I think I'm going to make a trap for these gangsters when they come in tonight.”
“Yes, we have a sprinkler system. What is your plan?” the owner asked, and Michio's smile widened. “A few days ago, I was poisoned with a hallucinogenic that put me in a sort of a coma. I think it's time we use the Cobra's poison against it. I'll replace the sprinkler's water supply with two gallons of the same poison. It's fast acting, so the second they get any in their mouth or in their eyes, they'll have only seconds before the poison begins working it's magic on their minds.” he said, and the shop owner nodded nervously, “Don't worry, after I'm done and have the gangsters constricted with some sort of rope, I'll hook the sprinklers back up to the water system and flush out the poison. After that, all you would need to do is mop it up or have one of your employees do that, because with such a low dosage of the poison, the hallucinations will only last a few minutes, so I'll have to take the gangsters to the local jail soon after they fall under the effects of the poison.”
The owner looked a little confused, “But where are you going to find that much of the poison?” Michio grinned at this, “Well, as I said, I've had past dealings with this gang, and every time I've defeated one of their members, I've taken his poisoned weapons and stashed them at my place. I have about three gallons, but I think I'll need only two.” The owner looked at him suspiciously but shook his head. “Okay... okay. But this had better work. And it had better not affect my produce.” Michio's grin faded, “As long as you keep it out from under the sprinklers, it won't.”
Later that night, Michio returned to the store by traveling through the alleyways, carrying the second gallon of the poison. He had gone into the back room earlier and switched the pump system from the water supply to the two gallon bucket of poison that he was going to use and as instructed, the store owner had moved his produce into the back room where there was no sprinkler. That's dangerous... he should probably get that changed after this is all over.. Michio had thought as he used what little mechanical skills he had learned growing up on his own to change the pumping system's source of fluid. Man oh man... Korinobu-sensei would be absolutely furious with me if he knew I was poisoning a sprinkler system.. He thought as he rushed through the alleys to the back room of the store, which he had locked on the way out. Good thing he had a smooth, thin piece of metal he had taken from behind the store counter to unlock the door. Note to self... inform Mr. Horiwashu that he needs to buy better locks. He finally reached the store and jimmied the lock, entering quickly and closing the door quietly behind him. Turning around he nearly tripped over a box of pomegranates. He swore to himself quietly and poured the last gallon of the poison into the bucket and exited the room, reactivating the alarm system and closing the door quickly yet quietly. It was nearly 10:00 pm by his watch and he climbed onto the darkest side of the roof and laid down on his back, gazing up at the stars and waiting for the gangsters to show up. He had set a pressure plate under the welcome mat with a wire that ran up the wall under a poster and to a delay timer connected to a zippo lighter that would be extinguished once the non-flammable poison drenched it.
Now we play the waiting game... Michio thought dully, hoping the gangsters wouldn't take too long to get to the store and start some ruckus.Quote: 72/130 - Community Watch Mission line requirement ((forgot to roll 1d100. Come on dice, get under a 51!))
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 5:36 pm
((WOOT! Success!)) Not long after he had laid down, he heard voices at the front door and moved as quietly as he could to the edge of the roof towards the front of the building and peered over the edge to get a better look. “HA! That old fool thinks that he can just stop paying us money to keep us from destroying his store and not suffer repercussions from it?! We'll show him!” the tallest one said. He was obviously the leader of this little band of four gangsters. The Cobras disappeared from view and walked inside the store, and after a few seconds of hearing a couple of baskets smashed, Michio could hear the Frrrick of the lighter. “What the hell was that?” one of them asked, and another laughed at the lighter underneath the sprinklers. “That old coot.. did he really think that a little water would chase us off? What an fool!” he exclaimed and Michio could hear the smashing of another basket. The sprinklers shot on and he heard a couple of the gangsters gasp in surprise “Argh!” as the 'water' covered them. Michio leaped off of the roof and hid behind the wall next to the entrance and peered inside. He was pleased to see that one of the gangsters was rubbing his eyes while the others looked around. “Hey, where's all of the products? Don't tell me that old fool packed up shop and took off in one night! That's no fun!” the leader claimed and swung his makeshift bat at another empty basket.
After a minute or two of their continued meandering in the store, one of the gang members jumped back and screamed in horror at something ahead of him. Michio had thought he'd been spotted, but when his fellows asked him what was wrong, he pointed to the ground in front of him and cowered away from it. “What the hell's wrong with you? There's nothing there! You hear me, Kazuya? There's nothing.... there...” the leader said as he saw something equally as horrible. “That b*****d set a demon on us! Kill it! Kill it now!” But when the leader looked to his other gang members, he saw that they were busy cowering from their own demons, or something of the like. The sprinklers ran out of the poison and Michio saw this as his opportunity, entering the room and extending his claws and walking like a menacing creature of Hell. The leader of the group saw him and growled, unsheathing his weapons and swinging them madly at the demons that were surrounding him, but the weapons passed right through the demons and they reformed instantaneously. The head of the group dropped his weapon and climbed on the counter to get away from the demons, and Michio moved fast, rushing to the supply room, which was right next to the back room, and grabbed the rope he had set aside for this situation. He bound and gagged the gangsters, making extra sure to make the bindings tight. He removed their weapons and tied those together in a bundle with the rope and created a shoulder strap for the bundle, putting it on and gathering the gangsters together. “Now how the hell am I gonna get you across town?” he asked, frowning, then remembered that there was a cart behind the shop. The gangsters were still whimpering from their hallucinations as Michio retrieved the cart. He piled them inside and tied them down so that they couldn't shuffle around in the cart and free their bindings, then returned inside through the back, changing the supply for the sprinklers back from the empty poison bucket to the water supply. He then pushed the start up button and set the timer for 5 minutes of spray and heard the pumping system kick on as water could be heard in the storefront, washing away the poison down the drain in the center of the room. As he turned to leave, he noticed the pomegranate basket again and smiled, “I'm sure he won't mind if I just take one.”
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