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1Riot Control [Sumire | Kirei] Empty Riot Control [Sumire | Kirei] Wed Dec 12, 2018 12:19 am

Ting

Ting


D-rank


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The chunin exams had brought with them an enormous number of tourists to The Village Hidden in the Leaves. With such a large-scale competitive event taking place, it was no surprise at all that those who came to view a competition like this would come with an itch for gambling. Even worse, patriotism would be mixed within to create all sorts of malice. The nationalist viewpoints held by those who placed bets upon the representatives of their own village would turn volatile when a win or loss was recorded. With a round completed and several of the second round fights finishing up, it seemed that Konohagakure was doing particularly well, followed by Iwagakure. Alas, Kirigakure trailed. The once powerful Mist seemed to have lost its edge this time around. Either way, some felt the need to take it far more seriously than others. Boiling frustrations mingled about with triumphant laughter eventually reached to a boiling point as arguments broke out inside of a single bar directly along the main street leading toward and away from the many different arenas and stages. Only around ten minutes had passed since Ting delivered her knockout blow to Yoshito of Kirigakure. She did not hang around the stage for any longer than she had to, receiving a medical examination and mulling through a few forms to confirm her victory.

As she walked down the sidewalk toward the Kimura compound looking forward to another night of sleep, Ting would hear the commotion before she ever had a chance to see the source. Her body aches from exertion as she neared the sound of disgruntled men shouting obscenities back and forth at one another. As she rounded the corner she would see them. Leaf and Mist civilians stumbling out of a bar shoving one another, poking and prodding as well. There were antagonists and victims in both sides but the things they were saying all indicated the same root cause. It was her particular fight they had just finished viewing. The commotion was only growing as they made ͏w͏a͏y intk the crowded streets. Ting’s route home was blocked entirely as shouting and noise nearly drove her mad. That was when the first punch was thrown. A Hidden Mist citizen slammed his fist into a drunken Leaf villager’s cheek. The blue haired girl would gasp as she witnessed it, her body was weak and tired from the intensity of the earlier bout, but she couldn’t just stand by and watch the riot break loose in her village.



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2Riot Control [Sumire | Kirei] Empty Re: Riot Control [Sumire | Kirei] Wed Dec 12, 2018 12:27 am

Sumire

Sumire


D-rank


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Shinwato ; Bar
Interacting with Ting & Kirei


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Sumire rounded out the ryo she would need to pay for her meal and set it on the table. Growing up being allowed to only do certain things and go certain places left her ignorant of how lovely greasy food could be. She'd treated herself to a large pork bun in a dingy little bar near her home. She scrounged the last coin from her pocket and slid it on the plate.

The bar was dingy and loud. The sound of the tv resonated throughout as the patrons watched with bated breath before about half would erupt into thunderous cheer and the other half would curse loudly. More words than Sencha had thought there were to call someone. She sat silently observing the crowd as the currently sat wrapped up in the chunin exam fights. They watched as a Konoha contestant Ting faced off against Yoshito, a ninja from Kirigakure. It was obvious who won when the majority of the patron cheered in delight. They were in Konoha after all so the majority of the bar was rooting for Ting. Sumire was silently rooting for her as well but these people made it seem as though these exams were life or death.

The citizens of Kirigakure at the bar sat and grumbled throwing out curses, some directed at the Konoha residents and some at the victor herself. Sumire grimaced at the things they were proposing they would do to the victor while interjecting every so often with a whine about how the bloody mist was too soft on their genin.

"Don't be mad because you put a bunch of little bitches into the exams," One patron who was very obviously from Konoha sneered at the kiri group who had been making rude comments about the fight. The Kiri visitor stood up swaying just a bit and as he stood a plume of scent rose around him. The musty stink of alcohol burned Sumire's nose and she made a face of disgust as she regarded him.

He was a younger man with jet black hair and sharp features. He swayed slightly as he walked up to the Konoha man. They were so close to each other that one more step would make their noses touch. The air in the bar turned thick and every customer held their breath as they watched the two. Eyes were greedy for drama and Sumire couldn't deny her interest either as she locked her pale blue eyes on the pair.

"Say it again," The Kiri man spoke and Sumire briefly pitied the recipient. His stench nearly made her gag when he simply stood up but that close would have certainly knocked this man out. The Konoha man never wavered though and his unsteady posture led Sumire to realize he was drunk as well. A quick glance to the beer bottle in his hand further confirmed the fact.

"I said," He took the final swig of his bottle whilst keeping eye contact " Kiri nin are little bitches."

He smashed the bottle against the bar and shoved the broken glass into the black haired man's stomach making a bloody mess of the floor. Like a bubble had popped the crowd erupted into screams. Chairs were thrown, plates were broken, and chaos reigned in the bar as punches were thrown haphazardly. There seemed to be no discrimination about who was hit as long as the punches connected. Sumire let out a shrill shriek as a chair leg nearly collided with her head. This bar fight was now an all-out riot and if Sumire wanted to leave she certainly wouldn't do so unscathed. More importantly, as a ninja for Konoha, it was in her best interest to settle this now before more villagers got hurt unnecessarily.








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3Riot Control [Sumire | Kirei] Empty Re: Riot Control [Sumire | Kirei] Wed Dec 12, 2018 9:18 pm

Kirei

Kirei


B-rank
Night blending into the day, blending into the night, Kirei lept across his patrol route listlessly, propelling himself from power lines and awnings, Sharingan staring from beyond the facade of his ANBU mask as always, rushing between colors and faces which blurred into a sea of chakra and light. The young Uchiha's mind wandered, unable to focus between the weeks catching cat-naps for sparse hours of sleep and running himself ragged on security detail not only for the Hokage, but for the entire village. As one of the newest recruits in the Konohagakure ANBU corps, Kirei had been tasked with the unenviable job of constant peacekeeping and patrol work throughout the exams, such an event brought with it a tirade of tourists, and with tensions between nations nearing a tipping point, nationalism was a threat left unchecked.

The Uchiha's mind tore back to reality as the sound of voices spun over the silent streets, yelling and jeering followed by an uproar of cheering, and then the caterwaul of chaotic fighting following in its wake. Grimacing and growling through gritted teeth, Kirei spun his body as he landed on the tip of a power pole, routing his body toward the commotion, black trail of his cloak leaving a vicious streak in the air behind him as the rooftops rushed beneath his feet. Annoyance built to a crescendo as the Uchiha's horizon turned to discord, streets filling with traveling shinobi in the early stages of a brawl spilling out from a bar, littering the streets around a group exchanging blows and screaming profanities. Kirei's instincts piloted his sleepless body, leading him with a leash of protocol instilled in him during the ANBU training exercises he had undergone. Riot control procedures dictated that cessation of violence become the agent's top priority, but the subject matter lingering between the crowd of rioters meant, for Kirei, the chance of sparking an international incident remained at the forefront of his mind.

From his perch atop the roof, Kirei's right hand rose in a sequence of hand seals, the half-tiger pulled to his mouth with a deep inhale before he would ignite the molded chakra in his throat and breathe out. Black plumes of ash would spiral from the Uchiha's gullet, littered with amber flecks of glowing embers which spread across the ground, aimed at the epicenter of the brawl, where Fire and Water met with voracious fury, threatening to boil over into the neighboring streets and consume the district in violence and destruction. So came the swathe of burning ashes to engulf the first of them, a roar of spluttering coughs erupting as the blinding shoal washed over them, crowds dispersing rubbing their eyes and those at the genesis collapsing under the weight of thick, burning smog. Either side of the cloud, scrambling rioters burst through the seams of ash to hurry through the alleys, some looking up to catch the form of a cat-faced ANBU sending the haze upon them, Kiri and Konoha iconography glistening in the moonlight as they spread.

The young Uchiha felt in no mood to dally with the drunken brawl, so would turn his efforts toward swift dismissal, hoping the commotion would draw other Leaf Shinobi to help him keep the peace.

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4Riot Control [Sumire | Kirei] Empty Re: Riot Control [Sumire | Kirei] Thu Dec 13, 2018 12:16 am

Ting

Ting


D-rank


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Only as the tired girl made her way forth, eyes fixed upon what unraveled before her, chaos would blossom in the center of the squabbling men. A plume of ash and then thick, dark smoke would overtake a large portion of the perpetrators in the centermost part of the would-be rioters. The response to this situation by whomever it was who clearly sought to disperse the crowd was extremely effective. Unfortunately, there were a number of stragglers who would flee into the numerous alleyways between the buildings of the nighttime market district. Seeking to escape the painful burns and lack of oxygen within the smokey hellscape, this mixed crowd of Leaf and Mist alike would push and shove one another as their anger intensified against the panic and pandemonium. Ting would wait no longer to insert herself.

She would rush through the alley nearest in order to circle back around and cut off the rampant swarm of degenerates. As she passed through the dark and uncomfortably moist alleyway she would sprout four red, muscular tendrils from the small of her back. With the concentrated power and added maneuverability of the extra limbs, she would would propel herself quickly around the side of the building, perfectly cutting-off the mob. As she slid softly across the ground and rose back to her feet, Ting would brush her bangs to the side, out of her eyes and face down the squabblers. The flint and gleam of several Kirigakure headbands met her view first, they were far outnumbering the shinobi of Konoha in this scenario. The hazel-eyed chunin-to-be made a mental note that she should do well not to bring noteworthy damage to any of them, no matter what was said or done. Some of them were civilians.

“Stop. The Hidden Leaf will have none of this petty squabbling. Whether you’re of Leaf or Mist, you’ll only find great pain if you press any further with this nonsense.” Ting would say, palm outstretched in a halting gesture. Her tone was professional and without emotion other than grave seriousness. The dirtied faces upon which shocked expressions stared back would quickly shake away from the forerunner of the pack. Replaced with anger, he would point a finger at Ting, rather close to her face.

“You cost me a week of pay on that rancid dock, what gives you the right to—“ An anguished shriek would break loose as Ting bent backwards the man’s finger as he wagged it in her face. She would hold it, not allowing it to break but keeping it held in a state of limbo, any movement further in the opposite direction and it would surely fracture.

“Shinobi should not be feared by those who do no wrong, but ought to be respected by those who they protect.” Ting would speak with some agitation toward the crowd which had fallen silent st te spectacle. With clenched teeth, she would allow loose the man’s hand. Not even a moment later the cold sting of an iron pipe slamming against the back of her head would cause a momentary dark spot in her vision as she struggled against a loss of consciousness. Victory. She shook off the blow despite a throbbing in her head and instinctively struck hard with all four of her tendrils, smashing her assailant against the brick building that composed the leftmost wall of the alleyway.

This was bad, she needed help to achieve this without harming anyone. The man in front of her gave a charge forward, attempting to strike Ting as a Leaf citizen further back in the crowd began to fight with a visiting, low-ranking mist genin. The genin possessed the same rank as Ting and those she had fought in the exams but had no proficiency. He was likely to remain a genin into late adulthood. He also apparently lacked the disposition of a shinobi, pulling out a kunai in anger at the Konohaian citizen. Ting would jeapordize herself by releasing the pipe wielding individual behind her from the wall in order to lash out her tendril at the lowly genin. Meanwhile she would catch the Kiri citizen’s fist mid-punch and use leverage to dislocate his arm.

She needed help.



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5Riot Control [Sumire | Kirei] Empty Re: Riot Control [Sumire | Kirei] Thu Dec 13, 2018 4:04 am

Sumire

Sumire


D-rank



The throng of people somehow seemed denser when they were all swinging their limbs haphazardly like idiots. Sumire kept her back against the wall because that was about as much as she could do while still trying to avoid getting punched in the face. Not that it would've done much, their was barely enough room for anyone to wind their arms back to deliver anything more meaningful than a fist bump. The crowd as drunk and rowdy as they were seemed to notice this too and just like that someone was pushed into to the glass entry door. The shatter was barely heard over the shouts of the crazed crowd but, the rush of cool air blew threw the entire bar.

All of the rioter flooded from the dingy restaurant out into the streets. The bar was torn nearly to shreds. The cushions were ripped off benches, tables were broken into splintering pieces, and blood stains were splattered in all types of odd places. Sumire stood in awe of the wreckage because even though everything else was destroyed the actual bar and the contents of the inventory were untouched.  The bartender poked his head above the bar and surveyed the area. His dark eyes shifted back and forth before landing on Sumire. He raised his head above the bar revealing a round and aged face with a well groomed mustache. Silence ensued as they stared one another down. Well as much silence as the screaming outside would allow. Sumire made the first move to speak.

"Wicked mustache," She said it with a hint of a smile. The idea was to be as nonthreatening as possible. It was a little hard to do with two horns poking out of her head but at least she could say she tried.

"Why aren't you out there with the rest of them?" He asked his eyes trained on her while he rose slowly. His shoulders were now visible.

"Riots aren't really my thing."

"Fair," he frowned as he said it and gave a slight nod of his head. He rose the rest of the way revealing a potbelly and a brightly colored outfit. Sumire raised an eyebrow but just pinched her lips as she watched the bartender toss the abandoned beer bottles a way and take cocktail glass from the counter.

"Interested in a drink?" He asked nonchalantly. Normally Sumire was not one to deny a drink but the actions of this man were unsettling.

"Not really," She shook her head slowly as she spoke before following up "Does this happen often?"

"I wouldn't know." The man shrugged making his sequined vest catch the yellowed light "Its my first day."

"What-" Before she could press forward in her line of questioning the sounds of coughing and wheezing replaced war cries. Sumire turned her head to catch the sight of thick black ash and glimmering embers had engulfed the rioters.

"Oh shit," she whispered mostly to herself before turning to where the bartender stood, to help him out of the building. Only he was nowhere to be seen. The sound of a door swinging closed brought Sumire's head towards the back of the building where to brown double doors swayed. Wasting no time Sumire unstuck herself from the wall and passed thorough the doors into a deserted kitchen. Another single door caught her eye and soon she was enveloped by the cool breeze. She let the door swing shut behind her and breathed out a sigh of relief.

The kitchen exit lead to some sort of back alley. To her right voices sounded and Sumire turned to see a woman with short pastel hair get whacked in the back of the head with a pipe. She cringed at the sight but the girl, who seemed to be no taller than her, only to be amazed as she sprouted four muscled tendrils from her back which pushed him into the adjacent buildings brick wall.

Without really meaning to do so Sumire crept forward only to spot several of the rioters from inside of the bar in the alley way in front of the blue haired girl. When one man stepped forward to attack her so did another, she blocked both but dropped her attacker who swung the pipe against her head.

Behind her there was still another, creeping closer behind the blue haired girl to attack. Quick on her feet Sumire rushed up to the creeping man, she summoned crackling lightning into her hand and cupped her hand around the attacker's eyes. Using his face to sort of push herself forward and push him back Sumire readies her other hand with smaller sparks, of which she tosses 3 into the crowd blinding them momentarily and hopefully causing them to flee back towards the ash.






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