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Downtown Scheming [Private/Plot] Sun Jun 11, 2017 1:42 pm
Raiu Mizuki
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Backwater Bar, Rusty Penny Cartel, The Rat Diamonds, The Black Alligators, The Steel Tooth Terrors... A seemingly endless list of gang names revealed themselves to Mizuki as she spend hours and hours to discover the history of the slums and how a lowlife area filled with scum and villainy ruled itself. Though such gangs were generally despised for their nature, their common vulgarities and their poor individualistic actions at the cost of the commonwealth, it was fascinating to know how each gang was ruled by a the strongest or most respected man within their group, and how each gang pushed back another either by numbers, good organisation or brute force. It wasn't a means of living Mizuki fully understood, disciplined as she was and generally abiding by the order of the higher in station, but she could understand its appeal to those who had precious little to live for. Power, protection, a purpose, the promise of riches and renown. Most inhabitants were easily fooled by a false sense of security.
But such was the bad side of any community. No matter the effort to regulate things properly, there were always those that fell off and tumbled into a ditch. Too weak to crawl out, they preferred to blame their lack of luck on others and kept moping into the dirt in hopes to find an easy way out. Usually, that easy way out only dug them deeper into the dirt up to the point there seemed to be no means to get back out. The slums were an unfortunate situation every leader of a society had to deal with.
Mizuki wasn't here to analyse the workings of society, however. She wasn't pouring over scrolls for hours to learn how a city was run. No. She wanted to know the history of the slums and see how they worked so she could safely navigate the darker end of the Village. After her previous confrontation with the Rusty Penny Cartel, she realised they would not back down until they had their vengeance. No matter how many times she'd intervene, they would wait for the right time to strike and take out the Backwater Bar - most likely when the shinobi would be too occupied to prevent them from attacking.
The kunoichi wanted to prevent an all-out slaughter. Even if they lived in the slums, such an onslaught would only fuel the fire between the two. Terror would break out, the people would be terrified and a wave of chaos would sweep over the Village. This wouldn't only force the Raikage to spend valuable resources to curb the outbreak, it would also spread the shinobi thin whereas they could be of more use elsewhere.
That, and she wanted to prove herself. She wanted to assure herself she was cut out to handle a large scale diplomatic mission, prove herself that the death by her own hand hadn't changed her into a heartless being and prove the higher ranked ninja she no longer fit in the ranks of a genin. She had trained hard and grown a lot, and finally had allowed herself a reluctant acceptance that, maybe, she was deserving to be called a chuunin. Though even if she ended up accepting that of herself, it was mostly the Raikage she had to convince.
None of that proving would happen if she couldn't handle this, she told herself. Filtering through the list to get the most recent activity of the current gangs ruling the streets, there were still a handful remaining. Mizuki jotted down their names on a new scroll and opened the map of Kumogakure she had sketched together piece by piece with every new patrol. It was crude, holding little other details than streets and a few main buildings as a point of recognition, but it would have to do.
Backwater Bar, Rusty Penny Cartel, The Rat Diamonds, The Black Alligators, The Steel Tooth Terrors. - the five most prominent street gangs currently about. Having noted them on a clean scroll, she threw the old list away as she decided she'd work with these for her self-imposed mission. With the reports of latest activity, she could easily note their core activities and see the how and why of the gangs.
'The Backwater Bar' was an old gang, along with the Rusty Penny Cartel, that had held control over the slums for several generations. Ironically, this was mostly because they acted as simple street thugs than a few of the other gangs that were really into criminal activities. No, the Backwater Bar was much more like a rugged gang of bandits that liked to fight it out once in a while. Their general criminal activities restricted themselves to armed and lethal fighting, noise and harassment, and to lesser extend, drugs and assumed unintentional murder. However, their members were plenty and generally well-build to endure a beating.
'The Rusty Penny Cartel'', the greatest rival of the Backwater Bar, had originally started as a collective of scrappers and merchants whom picked the dead and forgotten battlefields clean to find anything worth selling at low price. They undercut the prices of other merchants easily, but as they generally stuck to those who had barely a nail to scratch their own back with, their shops remained within the slums under the principle of, "By the slums, for the slums".
With the fluctuations within the slums, the merchants ended owning several small bars, somewhat retiring itself from the gang wars as they left the streets open to whoever under the condition of being left alone.
The Rat Diamonds, were mostly a gang of thieves and snitches. They seemed to have no organisation whatsoever, but that might be just a trick as well. There had been plenty of them being caught during the years, all bearing a similar marking, but none who spoke up about their leadership. It was as if the only rule in their gang was not to bother with someone else bearing the mark. Mizuki assumed there had to be a leader somewhere, but if so many reports stated no information on leadership was gained... the leader had to be one elusive trickster.
The Black Alligators, much like the Steel Tooth Terrors, were two gangs of heavy criminals. Smuggling, illegal weapon traffic and even people traffic were their thing. They were generally small, well organised and somewhat of an elitist gang that vehemently defended their turf even if it involved cold murder. Every hit against them had been retaliated in kind, even costing some lives to shinobi in the process. It was hard to tell why they hadn't been simply eradicated just yet, but Mizuki assumed it had to be either with lacking numbers to do so, or such a mission requiring a lot of high ranked resources. Perhaps it was yet another reason, one that would remain elusive to Mizuki's insights.
Why exactly would a gang of thugs want to get back to a gang oriented at mercantile? While she could see the Rusty Penny Cartel rip off their rivals, it seemed hardly a reason to rake up an old feud. From this, she concluded there had to be more behind it, but such information would be hard to find within mere scrolls. For this, she'd have to spy upon the gangs, perhaps infiltrate - an idea she wasn't too keen about since she wasn't that good in disguises and undisciplined behaviour. If only she could, she preferred to keep things straight-forward.
With the information in her pocket and having a few options and goals, Mizuki was ready to go explore the slums. Taking her written notes with her, she cleaned up all the other scrolls and left the archives to work out a plan at home.
wc: 1307
But such was the bad side of any community. No matter the effort to regulate things properly, there were always those that fell off and tumbled into a ditch. Too weak to crawl out, they preferred to blame their lack of luck on others and kept moping into the dirt in hopes to find an easy way out. Usually, that easy way out only dug them deeper into the dirt up to the point there seemed to be no means to get back out. The slums were an unfortunate situation every leader of a society had to deal with.
Mizuki wasn't here to analyse the workings of society, however. She wasn't pouring over scrolls for hours to learn how a city was run. No. She wanted to know the history of the slums and see how they worked so she could safely navigate the darker end of the Village. After her previous confrontation with the Rusty Penny Cartel, she realised they would not back down until they had their vengeance. No matter how many times she'd intervene, they would wait for the right time to strike and take out the Backwater Bar - most likely when the shinobi would be too occupied to prevent them from attacking.
The kunoichi wanted to prevent an all-out slaughter. Even if they lived in the slums, such an onslaught would only fuel the fire between the two. Terror would break out, the people would be terrified and a wave of chaos would sweep over the Village. This wouldn't only force the Raikage to spend valuable resources to curb the outbreak, it would also spread the shinobi thin whereas they could be of more use elsewhere.
That, and she wanted to prove herself. She wanted to assure herself she was cut out to handle a large scale diplomatic mission, prove herself that the death by her own hand hadn't changed her into a heartless being and prove the higher ranked ninja she no longer fit in the ranks of a genin. She had trained hard and grown a lot, and finally had allowed herself a reluctant acceptance that, maybe, she was deserving to be called a chuunin. Though even if she ended up accepting that of herself, it was mostly the Raikage she had to convince.
None of that proving would happen if she couldn't handle this, she told herself. Filtering through the list to get the most recent activity of the current gangs ruling the streets, there were still a handful remaining. Mizuki jotted down their names on a new scroll and opened the map of Kumogakure she had sketched together piece by piece with every new patrol. It was crude, holding little other details than streets and a few main buildings as a point of recognition, but it would have to do.
Backwater Bar, Rusty Penny Cartel, The Rat Diamonds, The Black Alligators, The Steel Tooth Terrors. - the five most prominent street gangs currently about. Having noted them on a clean scroll, she threw the old list away as she decided she'd work with these for her self-imposed mission. With the reports of latest activity, she could easily note their core activities and see the how and why of the gangs.
'The Backwater Bar' was an old gang, along with the Rusty Penny Cartel, that had held control over the slums for several generations. Ironically, this was mostly because they acted as simple street thugs than a few of the other gangs that were really into criminal activities. No, the Backwater Bar was much more like a rugged gang of bandits that liked to fight it out once in a while. Their general criminal activities restricted themselves to armed and lethal fighting, noise and harassment, and to lesser extend, drugs and assumed unintentional murder. However, their members were plenty and generally well-build to endure a beating.
'The Rusty Penny Cartel'', the greatest rival of the Backwater Bar, had originally started as a collective of scrappers and merchants whom picked the dead and forgotten battlefields clean to find anything worth selling at low price. They undercut the prices of other merchants easily, but as they generally stuck to those who had barely a nail to scratch their own back with, their shops remained within the slums under the principle of, "By the slums, for the slums".
With the fluctuations within the slums, the merchants ended owning several small bars, somewhat retiring itself from the gang wars as they left the streets open to whoever under the condition of being left alone.
The Rat Diamonds, were mostly a gang of thieves and snitches. They seemed to have no organisation whatsoever, but that might be just a trick as well. There had been plenty of them being caught during the years, all bearing a similar marking, but none who spoke up about their leadership. It was as if the only rule in their gang was not to bother with someone else bearing the mark. Mizuki assumed there had to be a leader somewhere, but if so many reports stated no information on leadership was gained... the leader had to be one elusive trickster.
The Black Alligators, much like the Steel Tooth Terrors, were two gangs of heavy criminals. Smuggling, illegal weapon traffic and even people traffic were their thing. They were generally small, well organised and somewhat of an elitist gang that vehemently defended their turf even if it involved cold murder. Every hit against them had been retaliated in kind, even costing some lives to shinobi in the process. It was hard to tell why they hadn't been simply eradicated just yet, but Mizuki assumed it had to be either with lacking numbers to do so, or such a mission requiring a lot of high ranked resources. Perhaps it was yet another reason, one that would remain elusive to Mizuki's insights.
Why exactly would a gang of thugs want to get back to a gang oriented at mercantile? While she could see the Rusty Penny Cartel rip off their rivals, it seemed hardly a reason to rake up an old feud. From this, she concluded there had to be more behind it, but such information would be hard to find within mere scrolls. For this, she'd have to spy upon the gangs, perhaps infiltrate - an idea she wasn't too keen about since she wasn't that good in disguises and undisciplined behaviour. If only she could, she preferred to keep things straight-forward.
With the information in her pocket and having a few options and goals, Mizuki was ready to go explore the slums. Taking her written notes with her, she cleaned up all the other scrolls and left the archives to work out a plan at home.
wc: 1307
Last edited by Raiu Mizuki on Fri Aug 04, 2017 2:44 pm; edited 2 times in total
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