1 They're Calling for Help! [C-Rank Mission][Kensaku] Thu May 03, 2018 5:01 pm
Niala
D-rank
- Mission Taken - A Call for Help (C-Rank):
Mission name: A Call for help (Repeatable)
Mission rank: C-Rank
Objective: help the smaller village
Location: Iwagakure
Reward: 300 ryo
Mission description: A raven arrived early in the morning from a small village within our boarders requesting some help with a group of bandits raiding their village, you are charged with finding these bandits and dealing with them however you see fit.
Mission details: The Village is located near to the border of the country and is raided almost every other day by a group of 5 bandits all are low level to where a genin can handle them in a fight and only wield a kunai. mission is repeatable due to multiple bandit groups being able to raid the small village and the small village can be different. when confronted the leader will send in the first to fight when he loses he will send in the second, after which the last two will jump in and the leader will try to escape while you're distracted, do not let him get away for he will go get another group of bandits and come back resulting in a failure. if he is captured the leader will attempt to cut you in on a deal, whether they are all caught or all killed mission will be complete, if one gets away mission failure.
Name: Bandits
Age: N/A
General Appearance: they all wear tan colored clothing with a bandana wrapped around their face hiding what they look like, the leader's bandana is red as opposed to the black the others wear
Personality: self interested
Motivations: gold and all things shiny
Fears: not having shinies
Abilities: basic Taijutsu D-Rank Boxing, and 2 kunai each. The four bandits all have D-Rank Stats while the leader of the bandits have C-Rank stats
Other: only the leader of the bandits actually talks all the others only make noises like whooping and hollering.
Well, I certainly can’t make money just sitting around. Time to get to work.
Things had thankfully been quiet the past few days, the rich boy seeming to have caught a hint. Nothing had come about in regards to his threat against Kensaku and for that Niala was thankful. While her brother had expressed that nothing the boy could have done would have bothered him Niala herself would have had trouble dealing with that on her conscious: her brother’s career or reputation tarnished even slightly all because she wouldn’t date some stuck up brat who had a thing for her. Luckily for her it hadn’t happened, though she had no way of knowing if that was because between her puppet and her brothers they had scared the piss - quite literally - out of the kid or if because her brother’s words moments before that had made him realize that try as he might his attempt would have been unsuccessful, or maybe even something else altogether. Either way, she wasn’t going to concern herself with it for long, she had more important matters to deal with: such as funding her puppet, or rather puppets, that she had already begun to sketch out the designs for.
This funding issue wasn’t a surprise of course, it was knowledge that their father had instilled upon both of them early on when they had shown an interest in being puppeteers. He had warned both of them about how time consuming and costly creating and maintaining puppets could be. Neither one of them took the information lightly, either. They knew well the overtime their father had put in while they were younger to fund some of his newer creations, and they had certainly heard enough stories from their mother about some of the antics Genki used to get up to in order to make money for a last minute part or piece that he needed. While there were what most would consider the ‘easy’ way to make money, such as gambling or betting, Niala preferred to do it in a more honest manner: missions. In a way it was a method that would kill two birds with one stone: it would line her pockets with the ryo needed for her purchases, while at the same time putting not only herself but also her twin in good standing with the village, something which she knew would come in handy later on when they had risen a bit through the ranks.
If Niala was being honest with herself she would have preferred a mission that was a bit more tamer - perhaps moving some boxes around, or helping an elderly woman with her shopping, or even general repairs on one of the administration complexes buildings. But, while those things did provide a paycheck the pay was small and miniscule compared to something of the C-rank variety. It would take her twice as long, if not longer, to come up with the vast amount of ryo she was going to need for what she had planned - so a C-rank was definitely preferred. That of course meant dealing with actual danger which was exactly why she had waited until now to take one: because her puppet was finally finished and fully useful.
Is it morning already? Feels like I just closed my eyes to sleep.
Thus it was no surprise at all when her alarm began to beep at exactly seven o’clock in the morning: filling the otherwise silent air with its annoying and grainy sound until she reached a hand out and upon slapping the top button knocked it into silence once more. A soft yawn pierced the air followed by a grown as the small female stretched beneath the thick warm comforter that kept her toasty warm even on the coldest of nights. Upon opening her eyes the sight that greeted her was both expected and comforting at the same time. Her room was something out of a librarian’s wet dreams: each and every wall was nothing more than a floor to ceiling bookshelf filled with volumes upon volumes of books of a variety of different topics - though the medical volumes dominated all of the rest, with those based on puppetry following second. There were only two blank spaces on the walls, one of which housed her built in desk that was cluttered with the sketches she had been working on the night before, and the other her headboard of her bed. An end table and comfortable chair sat somewhere near the center of the room over top of a thick warm rug that coated most of the wooden floor. There were two doors, both shut at the moment: one which led to the rest of the house and the other which led to her walk in closet in which her clothing was kept, as well as her private bathroom and shower.
It was towards the second door she moved after climbing - begrudgingly - out of her nice and warm bed. She grabbed the outfit she had picked out for today, an outfit much different than what she normally wore, and headed into the bathroom. After a quick but thorough shower and wash she exited the shower and promptly dried off. After getting dressed she took a moment to stare at herself in the mirror, realizing just how different she looked: her usual colorfulness had been replaced with straight black: everything from her long sleeve shirt, to her black pants, to her open toed sandals was as dark a black as she could manage to get her hands on - which was pretty dark. The only thing that really looked her at the moment was the long pink tinted white hair that she ran a quick but thorough brush through before pulling up into a ponytail so that it would be out of her way. Her Iwagakure headband was added next being left to hang loosely around her neck, and finally her weapons pouch was strapped around her right thigh, easily within reach should she require something from it. Even as prepared as she was she found herself pausing to stare at her reflection even longer: she didn’t like what she saw, she looked like a hardened killer, not a medic who was easy to make laugh and who loved to smile.
Shaking the thoughts from her head she finally turned, heading back into her room and making quick work of straightening up her bed - she preferred things neat and tidy, minus her desk of course. Grabbing up her puppet which was in its normal panda backpack form she strapped it to her back and then headed out of the room and down the steps, the thought crossing her mind that at least her panda looked cute, and made her feel a bit more like herself.
I don’t look like myself. Even you have to look twice.
Following the smell of good cooking she headed into the kitchen once downstairs, her stomach growling as she entered, announcing her arrival as well as anything could. Taking a seat on one of the stools at the lip of the counter she yawned softly, grabbing Hanae’s attention who had to do a double take, blinking at her daughter. “You look… serious.”, Hanae commented, the worried look crossing her face once more as she pursed her lips to hold herself back from saying anything further.
Niala groaned, laying her head down on the cold counter top. “I look like a serial killer…”, she whined softly.
A chuckle behind her caused her to lift her head, turning it to look at her father who had his usual proud smile in place. “No, Niala. You look like a Genin ready to take on some very serious business, as you’ll be doing today. Don’t think too hard on it, dear, just because you don’t look like yourself doesn’t mean you’re any different than who you were when you woke up.” The words comforted her, and caused her to smile, which was apparently what her father had been hoping for. After a moment he tacked on, “Where’s Kensaku? Isn’t he going with you today?”
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