1 I Might not Look Like Much [C Rank Mission] Thu Nov 05, 2015 11:44 pm
Misao
D-rank
- Mission Details:
- Mission name: Delinquents Gang
Mission rank: C
Objective: End their Gang
Location: Sunagakure
Reward: 200
Mission description: We have reports of a small gang of misfits causing mischief in our village. You have been assigned to take care of the task how you see fit. Though take heed to not kill them. They are to be detained and they must have a proper court hearing.
Mission details: Alright a band of misfits causing mischief. You can write what mischief you find them doing. The gang consists of 5 drop out wana-be genin. The oldest is 16 while the others are 15 with one being 13. YOU ARE NOT TO KILL THEM, but you may severely wound them. They are of all genin rank and stats without knowledge of jutsus other than the Shadow Clone in which each can only make one. In the case that they do it will be a 10 person fight. When you take them down, tie them up and wait for authorities. Happy Hunting!
Name: Delinquent Kids
Age: 16-13
General Appearance: The kids are of average height for their age. The tallest stands at 5'11" while the rest are of 5'2". They are all in ragged clothes that have not been washed in days, maybe weeks. Their hair is unkempt and they smell like dirty garbage.
Personality: Foul mouthed little pricks to put it bluntly.
Motivations: Get rich or die trying
Fears: Nothing
Abilities: Bunshin no Jutsu, 1 per person.
Other: D rank stats
Being inside the Sand Box Strip Club made Misao uncomfortable in more ways than one. Of course, there was the obvious one - like the fact that she was a prudish fourteen year old girl in a place dedicated to both men and women taking their clothes off for money. Then there was the fact that her mother used to own the club and ran it,which meant that she constantly had to be there to make sure that things were managed correctly. Misao heard that she had started one just like it in Kirigakure and was running it alongside one of the other Seven Swordsmen, a guy named Dameon if she remembered correctly. This club had since passed on to new management and Misao could only surmise that the difference hadn't been all that noticeable. Then again, she had never stepped foot inside the building before today. Grandmother Hana wouldn't allow it, despite the fact that Shinji often came here to pick up both men and women and Chie and Reiko had a habit of coming in every other Thursday to get drunk. It made the young priestess feel singled out, even though she knew that her grandmother only forbade it for her sake. Misao knew full well that she couldn't be held to the same standards as the rest of her siblings. At her age, they had already managed to become powerful shinobi - Chie and Reiko were both Jounin, as it stood now, and Shinij would have been at their level had it not been for the fact that his illness often put him out of commission. Even her newest brother, Ren, was above her in terms of fighting capabilities, despite him still being a preteen.
Meanwhile, Misao was still a genin, barely above the level of an academy student, and not for a lack of trying - or rather, trying to try. Her siblings and grandmother encouraged her to follow another path, one that would make her life happier in the long run, one that would lead to a long and peaceful existence, away from the violence of the shinobi world. She felt torn. She understood that she didn't have the same talent, the same acceptance of violence and cruelty, the same capability to do what needed to be done despite the means necessary. At the same time, Misao wanted nothing more than to be strong enough to protect the people she loved and that meant training, growing stronger and gaining experience. That meant facing the world as it was. After all, she couldn't make a difference if she still remained a sheltered girl, spoiled by her family, right? That was the argument that she had given her grandmother when she decided that she was going to take on a mission. It wasn't anything fancy and it would keep her inside the village walls - she knew that that was the only way to warm Hana-obaasama up to the idea of her taking missions more frequently. After several hours of arguing in circles, she realized that Misao wasn't going to back down from her request.
The young girl - despite her kind and motherly nature - was as stubborn as her mother was. The look in her eyes let her grandmother know as much. So with a defeated sigh, the older woman decided to agree. That was what brought Misao to where she currently was. The Sandbox Strip Club was currently underhanded since one of its security guards suddenly fell ill. Misao offered to take on the hastily drawn up mission and act as a bouncer for a night. Overall, it was boring and it didn't exactly fit her well. the club had an open door policy, so anyone - even a toddler - could get in. Misao was only standing at the door to make sure that no one that was too plastered got in. And also to keep people out when they were at full capacity. It would have been an easy job if she weren't a dainty girl dressed in priestess robes. She was also soft spoken and her voice was high-pitched. Needless to say, people didn't listen to her. So things were shuffled around a bit so that she was now inside the club, making sure to stop any fights that broke out and kick out any trouble makers that, well, started making trouble for the other patrons.
Three hours into the job, a group of teenagers walked in. As soon as she saw them, Misao could tell that they weren't up to anything good. They were dressed as thugs and had that air about them that they were trying to be purposefully intimidating - like they were trying to show off how little they cared for everyone else. As soon as they sat down in one of the booths, they began harassing one of the waitresses. Misao saw them getting a little too close for comfort and initially brushed it aside. It was a common occurrence that the girls were used to dealing with. They soon began to push her around, both figuratively and literally. At this point, Misao had a noticeable scowl on her face. Without hesitating and leaving aside any feelings of shyness and hesitation, she walked towards them. On closer inspection, she noticed how large the group was - a total of ten of them, all larger than she was and obviously older, save for a younger boy that was trying much too hard to look like he wasn't out of place. Misao's expression twisted further into one of disapproval and disgust.
The oldest of them - a handsome boy with tousled dark hair and a series of piercings lining his ears - stopped paying attention to the waitress once he saw Misao. The poor girl scurried off into the crowd without a second thought. The boy smiled at Misao as if he were a wolf looking at a freshly caught sheep. To him, the young priestess was a plaything and a quick way to blow off steam and show his superiority to the rest of his gang.
[Mission Word Count - 1000/1000]
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