1 I'm the best money can buy. [C-rank Store Security] Mon Dec 22, 2014 11:47 pm
Noriko
D-rank
A sigh came from the furthest-back warehouse of the Karakuri Weapons and Items Shop. Back, of course, in relation to the actual front-store. This singular warehouse was more apt to theft than all the others, at fault for its (not rare) high-quality items stored within. These had to be the things that the ANBU swung around.
The sigh, however, came from a singular Noriko, camping out inside the warehouse. Thus far (it had been, what, an hour after closing), this was a boring night for her. Nothing happening....and it made the afternoon all the more boring that she had no one but Enoka to spend it with.
That is, she was assigned to this post. In order to catch the culprit, someone has to be watching....and readily able to subdue the said criminal. Luckily, these were both things that Noriko excelled at, greatly. She was an expert on barrier techniques, and was a sensory-nin to boot. There was probably no Genin-rank ninja who was more qualified for this than she was.
But, nothing really made sense to her. If she was supposed to be here because this place was regularly burgled....then why was no one showing up!? It had to have been, what, 3 hours after closing at this point. Impatient was a word that definitely could have described her right now. And thus she decided to make her own....excitement. She weaved hand seals: first Ram, then Hare. With that, she made her way out of her body. Venturing outside her lonely but voluntary prison of simple wood beams, her spirit roamed the warehouse district. Odd that they would keep their shop right next to this place, but that was their choice. Though it did make sense, it did make for a very.....how should it be said, obvious target.
She wasn't worried at all about what might happen inside that place. Even with her physical eyes closed....her body was more than capable of picking up some silly sounds that a run-of-the-mill burglar was making. After all, she was a ninja. If all else failed, Enoka would make a racket. He had a penchant for being good at that....at worst. At best, he would do his damnedest to keep the thief at bay long enough for her to return. She had a very detailed plan for how this would go down. Whether she would follow it, who knew. But she had a plan, and she was proud of that.
Not that it....mattered much, she supposed. This seemed to be a dead day. Her dis-embodied soul sat at the docks to the east. About 100 meters. Nothing she couldn't clear in the blink of an eye. Watching the ebb and flow of the bay, she sat for the entire night. The moon illuminated the ground and buildings, leaving a pale glimmer on the surface of the water.
What a horrible waste of a day.
[501/1000]
The sigh, however, came from a singular Noriko, camping out inside the warehouse. Thus far (it had been, what, an hour after closing), this was a boring night for her. Nothing happening....and it made the afternoon all the more boring that she had no one but Enoka to spend it with.
That is, she was assigned to this post. In order to catch the culprit, someone has to be watching....and readily able to subdue the said criminal. Luckily, these were both things that Noriko excelled at, greatly. She was an expert on barrier techniques, and was a sensory-nin to boot. There was probably no Genin-rank ninja who was more qualified for this than she was.
But, nothing really made sense to her. If she was supposed to be here because this place was regularly burgled....then why was no one showing up!? It had to have been, what, 3 hours after closing at this point. Impatient was a word that definitely could have described her right now. And thus she decided to make her own....excitement. She weaved hand seals: first Ram, then Hare. With that, she made her way out of her body. Venturing outside her lonely but voluntary prison of simple wood beams, her spirit roamed the warehouse district. Odd that they would keep their shop right next to this place, but that was their choice. Though it did make sense, it did make for a very.....how should it be said, obvious target.
She wasn't worried at all about what might happen inside that place. Even with her physical eyes closed....her body was more than capable of picking up some silly sounds that a run-of-the-mill burglar was making. After all, she was a ninja. If all else failed, Enoka would make a racket. He had a penchant for being good at that....at worst. At best, he would do his damnedest to keep the thief at bay long enough for her to return. She had a very detailed plan for how this would go down. Whether she would follow it, who knew. But she had a plan, and she was proud of that.
Not that it....mattered much, she supposed. This seemed to be a dead day. Her dis-embodied soul sat at the docks to the east. About 100 meters. Nothing she couldn't clear in the blink of an eye. Watching the ebb and flow of the bay, she sat for the entire night. The moon illuminated the ground and buildings, leaving a pale glimmer on the surface of the water.
What a horrible waste of a day.
[501/1000]