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 Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 10:12 pm
 
Zane was very tired of the fun and games they had a mission to be doing he had noticed that he wasn't as go with the flow as he used to be he guessed he was getting older. Zane then let out a loud sigh and step forward He looked around and said in a loud tone " This down time is great and all but shouldn't we be going to see the Garandoukage now i think it's time we get back to the mission unless something has been holding us up " He then look to bast as she would be the person to chose if they could move forward. He also had something he needed to ask her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 10:36 am
Manfread was running over deep water. Fast. Behind him the worst thing in all of creation, something sooo terrible that mortal men would die just from looking at it. So even the great Manfread ran for his life heading towards an island that never came any closer, then the chanting started.
“Mushrooms are good for you...Mushrooms are good for you...MUSHROOMS ARE GOOD FOR YOU...” it slowly became louder as the horror behind him came closer. As he turned around and created the hand seals for a Great fire ball he gazed upon it and nearly died. IT WAS A GAINT WHITE SEAHORSE CARRYING MUSHROOMS!!!!!!! It had a crown of mushrooms and a legion of white horses behind it all riding a massive wave, the beast had suddenly caught up. Manfread was doomed...... “NOOOOOOO, AHHRRRR!!!!!!” Manfread screamed bolting up and grabbing his heart and mouth, drenched in a cold sweat. As he slowly looked around he realized it was just a nightmare...... a horrible nightmare. Looking at all the destruction Manfread was a little annoyed.
“What happened here? Looks like you had a party with the enemy and forgot to wake me up,” he said sourly unaware of what had happened.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 5:31 pm
Bast nodded at Zane as she bent her knees slightly.
"Yes, he's upstairs. If you could please go speak with him on my behalf, that would be nice. I have to deal with the children." She jabbed a thumb toward the ceiling, emphasizing the "upstairs" portion of her statement.
The woman then lunged toward Manfread as he was sitting up. She debated hitting him hard enough to crack his ribs for using the "waking up" scenario as an excuse not to be held accountable for his actions, but went with a swift punch aimed for his gut instead. The punch was not strong enough to do much damage, but it would hurt and probably force the boy to evacuate whatever was left in his stomach. If this happened, the woman would then distance herself from the boy and wait for him to finish his retching before hauling him up and nudging him toward the kitchen so that he could wash his mouth out and get some food.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 7:02 pm
Fuzzy snickered at the spectacle and called out.
"don't forget to clean hisssss mouth with sssssoap!"
Lucas shook his head and walked off to go to the kage's office while grumbling about how his familly was elitests even among elitests. the bowl would mysteriously vanish in the mean time. he knew the way vaguely and so simply located a set of stairs going up and followed them trying to locate the office.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 12:47 am
Manfread's gut felt killing intent and it was swiftly met with Bast's beautiful fist. Emptying his stomach off to the side in a land slide 'torture room' food Manfread stared at the half digested chunks in horror.
“Next time.......” he said in between breaths as he was suddenly winded , “I want it in the face.”
Staring at the barf one last time (with tears in his eyes and a pouty look on his face) as he headed towards the kitchen, he contemplated eating the gooey mess before deciding 'no'. Having suppressed the memories of his fears having all (by some strange twist of fate) appeared before him in the span of a few days and no clue as to what had taken place, wondered what he did to deserve Bast's mini divine punishment. Manfread then decided that it was because he slept through the 'enemy raid'.
Washing up and grabbing a bite to eat in the kitchen he would return and collect his sword and new prize leg, he would from there on refer to as his 'Stompa', to which he had no idea why he earned it but being Manfread REALLY wanted it anyway.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 11:48 am
Zane slightly bowed to blast for pointing him in the right direction then walked up stair he already knew the way their he had sensed a strong aura up start he walked straight to it. then once he found the door the aura was behind he knocked on the door he wanted to meet the Garandoukage. After knocking zane then said " My name is Zane Xithyl Chunin of the sand village I am here to speak to you on Bast's behalf. He said in a tone just so loud for him to hear.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 12:13 pm
Lucas appeared behind zane silently and pushed open the door. he did not look happy at all in fact he looked very much angry with the garandoukage.
"oi! i wanna talk to you about the elitestness you guys have set up!"
he spoke this angrilly and with force but not without respect. it was impossible not to respect the garandoukage but he didn't quite care and there was a significant lack of the potential respect he could have given.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 3:10 pm
Al turned and stared with the pits of his eye sockets as Lucas and Zane burst into the oven like room. They'd probably be a little shellshocked by the sudden change, but they were from Suna, and would acclimate quickly. Giving a fractionist bow to Lucas, he turned back to the Garandouukage and said "I see that they are downstairs. If you have any tasks for me, I'll wait. Otherwise, I will be on my way."
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 3:52 pm
 /// ۩/// V Ô ìí Ð ~ Ѕ Й ї № Ы /// ۩///
"Phase where? I'm there!"
I had gone into a somewhat food daze after the room had begun to heat up from the Heat Map technique. Snapping out of it as the events all caught themselves up, a hand flew to the window shutters, a nice cool breeze rushing in to stabilize the off-set temperatures. Turning about as beads of sweat rolled down my face, I tried to reply to Al, "I have two unlikely missions that both need to be done at the same exact time, Al. You see... the Miyamotos like to collect rare & endangered species, so we get a few problems from time to time in our village-wide canal systems. Currently, we have a bunch of loose pirahna in the canals, feeding upon scraps of leftover meats from the lesser culturally endowed among us. To root out the lil' buggers, I'd need you to use your wonderful 'gifts' to destroy the offending meats, & then find a way to harmlessly corral them back up here. We last saw the carnivores swimming through the arts district, hunting for water-borne mimes."
Waiting to hear back from the great Shakuton protoge, I moved on to the next people in line. "I already know about you, Zane! Come on in, young one." In a poof of something ashen-related (smoke, perhaps?), The Butler appeared, opening the door for the awaiting Chuunin. Behind him was the youngest Miyamoto, Lucas. "Glad you made it back again, Lucas. Did you have fun out there in the world?"
Al's Strange Pirahna Quests
Title: Clean the Canals
Rank: D
Information: The canals have gotten dirty! Clean them of algae and garbage (in this case, it's all meat~) until they are spotless, or no reward for you!
Solo or Squad: Variable
Minimum Posts: 3
Note: Bonus 150 Ryou upon completion.
Title: Cleaning the Canals: Two!
Rank: C
Information: It seems that some very hungry critters have escaped in to the canals, and they need to be herded back to the main household. Chase them back there, and don't get eaten!
Solo or Squad: Variable.
Minimum Posts: 3
Note: Bonus 300 Ryou upon completion.
3 other unknown missions await those that want them!
Chakra Creation at it’s finest
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 7:19 pm
Zane walk in the room kneeling in the presents of the Garandoukage. This was his first time meeting him and would show his respect despite how the other acting with barging their way in. He then look up at him and said " I was hoping you would give me a mission to search for the man who caused this crisis then once found i will report the location to you so we can make a move from their." He was hoping for a high ranking mission he wanted to prove him self so that he could make a higher rank to be more of a help to his village.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 7:50 pm
"Duly noted," Bast responded to Manfread's chunk-surrounded plea for future hits to be aimed toward his face. This was, of course, after everyone else had left the room and he had cleaned himself and returned. "I'll go get some practice in right now with the guy who sold you out."
Bast then left Manfread to play with his new leg. She walked up to the Garandoukage's Office and walked up behind Lucas. When she was in an arm's reach, she tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, Zyonu said that she got something in the mail for you a while back," she lied smoothly, since the length of time between Lucas's disappearance and Manfread's return to the main room had been adequate enough to allow for a trip to the R&D Department. Her hands were cold enough to make it seem likely, as well. "Somehow she made me your escort or something weird like that."
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 9:36 pm
Lucas knew better than to expect bast to deliver anything but a death upon someone. stepping slightly forward his glare did not waver off the garandoukage.
"the real world at least accepted me and treated me fairly and without having constant 'you're father did betters' and 'oh look zyonu made this cool thing and lucas hasn't even been able to learn a single jutsus' and lest we forget the 'llucas took down one person while bast has taken down an entire army twice alreadys'! it's rediculous how elitest this familly is!"
he waved his arms while also extending out gaseous particles behind him to anticipate a strike from bast. he was not pleased with having to return here and was not particularilly pleased with any of the status that was given to most people. not that they were treated as less but those who performed better were definately put on display more.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 10:05 pm
Bast crossed her arms across her waist and turned everything but the outermost layer of skin in to the metal of her headband. The transformation made her look silvery and slightly shiny.
"Lucas, I specialize in anti-personnel tactics, Zyonu does nothing but research, and your father trained for years to become a master chef. Comparing yourself to any of us in those respective fields is unfair to you, and you know it. Quit being a jackass and point yourself at whatever your talent is." Bast stared at the back of Lucas's head. "If you're going to complain about not accomplishing anything without ever doing anything, then you might as well crawl off in to a corner and live your life in the solitude that such thoughts beget. Is there anything that I missed, other than your apparent auditory hallucinations?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 4:12 am
Al bowed to Mamoru and said "Of course. Did you want to keep the jerky, or do the fish get it?" After the brief answer, he turned to go, running straight into Bast as his map technique flared to keep up with the breezes. Backing up slightly, he bowed and apologized to Bast as soon as they became visible again. He threaded his way past them, and left for the canals. He had some jerky to make.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 10:14 am
Manfread was left alone in the wake of his own destruction, feeling kinda bored with nothing to do and no idea where to go (with out breaking more stuff) he embraced his inner child and started to play with his new leg.
“I'm a Stompa, I'm a Stompa, I'm a Stompa,” he said in a musical tone (if he had any musical sense which he didn't), “ I'm a Stompa....... I'm a Stompa.”
Standing up he pointed the leg in a random direction and started shadow fighting.
“You've been Stompa........ed,” he said striking the imaginary opponent and having alot more fun with someone else's leg then he probably should.
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