All Work, No Play [Mission/Closed]

Yngol · 1 All Work, No Play [Mission/Closed] Thu May 14, 2015 12:03 pm

Yngol

D-rank

60

Character sheet
Chakra:

(250/250)

Music thumped as Yngol stood outside the Siren’s den. Apparently the scum that called themselves the Seven Swordsmen had created themselves a little place where they could go and indulge themselves in prostitution and other things whilst still maintaining the image that they are high and noble warriors dedicated to the cause. What a joke it was. Such a filthy institution full of dirty hookers and shady drug dealers manages to get under the protection of the village because of the ‘high class’ fucks that own it. Yngol had been sent because the upper echelons of the people in charge were visiting it now, and even the Mizukage was getting worried. Honestly Yngol didn’t even care for what went on a this cesspool, he was just here for the payday, people could do whatever they want at this place. He wouldn’t be the one getting hooked on speed and full of nasty lot lizard STD’s

No weapons. Not much of a problem for Yngol since he didn’t even own one. Lucky that he didn’t, because he was ready to cut right through everyone just to start asking questions. He really didn’t want to be in this place, it was a giant fuck you to his tradition, and just a disgusting pit of revolting people overall. Work has to be done however, and so Yngol got to in, walking up to the front door where there stood a beefy bouncer, obviously trying to intimidate. Yngol was not impressed. He stood quite tall, and appeared to be quite beefy, but physicality was only half of the equation. People like that are easy to deal with, completely relying on their physicality to come out on top. The tactic would probably work on ordinary people, but not on someone who is properly trained. Besides, Yngol could match up to him in physicality too. If it came to it, he would be able to make light work of this man.

“You’re not coming in”
The audacity of it all. Yngol had half a mind to snap the man’s neck, bust in and start shouting commands. Unfortunately he was under strict instructions to be discreet, so he would have to swallow his pride this one time. But he would remember this gesture for when he isn’t on duty. He took note of the man’s face, adding it to the mental list of the vast amount of people who had wronged him in the past. “I have money, I can pay” Yngol retorted, lifting the small pouch of coins he had tied to his belt. He tried to dumb down his terms as much as possible for the man, he didn’t appear to have much intelligence at all. A smile grew across the man’s fat, greasy head, before he gestured him inside. Yngol attempted to step inside, before the man put his arm across his chest and pushed him back again. “Entrance fee” the man smirked at Yngol.
“There is no entrance fee”
“I just made one”
Greedy bastard. Yngol didn’t have time to deal with the halfwit. He grabbed a few coins from his pouch, slapping them in the man’s giant hunks of meat that he called hands. It would eat into his budget for the mission, but it was necessary expense.

Inside the Sirens den was even worse than the exterior. The stench of sweaty men masked in cheap cologne filled the air. Desperate scumbags at the feet of grimy strippers, throwing coins to pay for these women to pretend like they actually gave a shit. What a joke of a place. Yngol felt the wait of his pouch, seeing how much money he would need to get work done. A little less than he could have had, but still more than enough. A small amount of the money he had been given could afford to go missing. He walked over to the bar where all of the empty men drowned their sorrows. “Just give me whatever your strongest shit is, and make it fast, Im busy” Yngol spat. Without saying a thing the bartender slid a mug of foul smelling liquid over to him. Yngol downed it as fast as he could. He really just wanted to get in and out of this place as fast as possible.

Yngol looked around for the filthiest looking hooker. They were always the most vulnerable. Their fragile minds filled with daddy issues and all the other shit that they’ve gone through in their life. Stuff that Yngol couldn’t care less about even if he tried, but if he appeared to have the slightest interest in these girls, they would tell him whatever he wanted to. He knew that well, these girls were delicate, only a slight tap before the floodgates open and Yngol can learn whatever he needs to. He spotted his target, a small skinny girl, a look of hopelessness had made its home upon her face. She obviously hated her work, she wanted to be here less than Yngol did. She would be extremely easy to get information out of, this mission might actually take less time than Yngol thought it would, fantastic. Hammering down the rest of his drink, Yngol approached the girl, trying his hardest to look like he actually gave a shit. Tapping her lightly on her shoulder and forcing a smile, Yngol talked in as nice a manner he possibly could. “Can I get a dance?”

The girl was clearly struggling with her work, trying her hardest to act like she actually desired Yngol. “We don’t have to do this you know. I’m not here for a dance”. A look of horror grew across the girls face, “I do NOT do that kind of work!” she viciously retorted. Yngol smiled. “I don’t care about any of your services. I’m here to find out who has been visiting this place. I actually want to be here less than you do, don’t worry. Get off me, stop dancing, spit out whatever you know and we can get this over with as fast as possible.” The girl got off of Yngol’s lap, looking rather relieved. “You know Im not allowed to say” she spoke softly, Yngol could hear the hurt in her words. “I also know how much you resent this place. Tell me what you know and all the money in this pouch is yours.” Reluctantly, the girl spilled the beans. All of them. So many of the more well known shinobi in Kiri, a few politicians here and there, and worst of all. The Daimyo. The fat perverted fuck. Unfortunately that mean that this shithole of an institution would continue to stay open, since the corrupt bastard would do everything in his power to make sure his little titty bar wouldn’t close. It didn’t matter though, At least Yngol could get away from the eyesore, and go back home where he can kick back and relax, without thumping music destroying his eardrums.

[WC 1160][Excess WC 160]

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