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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 4:55 pm
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Chuckling at the alarm expressed by the guards that Howaido was facing, Ganchou paused. His clone had finished it's task and relayed it's knowledge back to him, enlightening him. Hearing the two bumbling Jashin guards pushing through the crowd behind him, he prepared a present. Waiting until the alley was clear except for them, he whipped his arms backwards and ran forwards, diving into a different alley. The "presents," aka the two Sand Shuriken he'd prepared however, would impact onto the guard's throats, crushing them, and most likely shearing their heads off as well. Rolling and coming back up to a stop, he whistled slightly, then continued on. The castle enterance was in sight range now, and he dusted himself off, looking calm, cool and collected. He paused at the entrance, waiting to be inspected.
Clones remains: +125 2x Sand Shuriken -80 Total: 205/435
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 5:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 6:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 7:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 8:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 8:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 9:10 pm
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Pausing a moment, Ganchou surveyed the scene. As he did so, he touched a stud on his sleeve, broadcasting on the Dedicated ANBU Channel for Suna. "Check. Arctic Fox, with brief information relay. Hostile encampment successfully infiltrated. 5 hostiles neutralized. Hostile Information Network breached. Note: Discovered strange site, proceeding to investigate. Also, switch to encoder frequency D. Remember, do NOT harm civilians. If discovered, relay Hostile HQ coordinates. AF, Out." He looked left, then right, and drew a shuriken. Noting the dust footprints, he whipped it into the path, near one of the skeletons.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 9:47 pm
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Siniku listened to Lucas for a moment and shook his head, "I have my own plan reguarding the Guards. If it works... They will be Helping us clear out the Jashin." he said as he heard Ganchou over his ear peace switching to the recommended frequency.
Taking a deep breath he would speak through the ear piece, "Copy That, Artic Fox. This is Desert Fox. I humbly request that everyone listening to this also Do Not Harm the Anubis Guards. In any shape or function. D.F. Out." he said before standing up and looking to Lucas and James, "If you guys see me get clobbered to death by those things... Tell Ganchou I love him!" he said , his personality still not allowing him to be completely serious about the situation.
After finishing his instructions he would use the Transformation Jutsu to disguise himself as a Desert Hermit and start down the hill towards the guards on the Dune end of the Old Capital. As he approached he stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. He hoped the Egyptian he learned was not in vain.
Slowly he would approach the Guard that was at the left of the Entrance and would look up at him, his eyes having taken a brown color as well as his hair. With another deep breath he would start to speak to the Guard in his own tongue, no one else should have been able to understand him, or at least that was his thinking.
"Greetings O' Gods of Death..." he would begin being a little more dramatic then he should have been possibly but would continue, "My name is Set Daiou and I wish to speak to your Commander, If you great warriors have such a person among you. I wish to speak of him about ridding your magnificent city of the Foul, Evil Jashin that have taken up residence here."
It was true that the Desert Fox was using an Alias, not his real name, but if he had used the name Siniku Yoshimitsu the Jashin would likely have found him out.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 12:21 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 9:45 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 1:38 pm
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((Yes, Qastor. Yo-ko, ya missed a post, lol.))
Ganchou's expedition into the abandoned castle was going well, as he hadn't met anyone so far. His shuriken bounced off of the ground near the skeletons, clanging, skittering, & sending general attack sounds throughout the empty passages. The main entrance lay where he was at, with several doors leading in various directions, all decrepit looking as if they hadn't been moved in centuries. Their wooden forms held moss on what little left there was, & their hinges appeared to not have been used as rust covered them completely. A large hairy spider crawled out of his hole at the sound of Ganchou's shuriken & quickly moved up the wall to his next hidey hole.
Out at the southern entrance, Set Daiou's conversation was already going splendidly well. [ Halt! Who are you to come here? ] the main Anubis guard exclaimed, [ Only those of the guard are allowed to know this language, & noone is allowed to remove their mask... even after they leave the corps. ] He made no move to reach for his weapon, as it was acceptable among the guards to provide a response time to those that knew the language & acted with honor and dignity.
Elsewhere, San & Howaido (with their respective Jofuku) were nearing the black market district, & security was becoming evident. Anubis guards were regularly patrolling the streets & cloaked figures began darting in and out of the alleyways on the main drag. An old man hobbled up to Howaido's father with an outstretched hand. "You're new here. I've never seen your wares, & I've seen them all in my years here. What do you have for sale, young man?" San's cat strolled by during this conversation, weaving through the crowd. It had been some time since the cat had last seen a cultist, which was becoming quite odd. A supposed encampment with none of the occupying forces around... hmm....
Bast's fun with dismembering members was overtly wonderful, & the gate cultist guard was none too pleased. Swiping it off of his desk, he slammed his fists down on the wooden desks. "Check the warehouse," the captain yelled out the window to a passing Anubis guard. Yelling some sort of obscenity to the unwelcome man's order, the egyptian man walked over to a non-descript doorway & fumbled around for the keys. Opening it to a room filled with darkness, the Anubis guard pretended to check it & then relocked the door on his way out back to his duties.
Remaining Cultists: 284 Captured Cultists: 1 Dismembered but still alive Cultists: 4 Just plain dead Cultists: 11 Innocent Bystanders harmed: ~20
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 1:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 1:47 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 2:30 pm
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