1 Exam Arena Preparations [C-rank][Daremo] Mon Jan 07, 2019 11:50 am
Zaylee
C-rank
- Prepare Exam Arenas:
Mission name: Prepare Exam Arenas.
Mission rank: C.
Objective:
Location:
Reward: 300 Ryo +2 EP.
Mission Description: The exams test entrants' abilities to adapt to different environments as well as opponents simultaneously. Some of these environments are not endemic to Konoha; it's the job of various shinobi to create them according to the proctors' parameters. This is a regular task, as cheaters make repeated attempts to learn the layouts.
Mission Details: A fairly simple request fit for any ninja: terraform and modify the environment to fit the descriptions necessary. You'll be provided with sealing tags or other equipment as necessary to make more permanent changes such as water formations, constant winds, or persistent torches. Earth and even Wood users can begin shaping and growing as ordered. Only approximate changes need to be made for this mission to be completed - even those tasked with this aren't entirely privy to how things are meant to be.
This mission can also entail clearing and resetting the arenas between matches. Lingering hazards such as makabishi, needles, flash bombs, and even fūinjutsu may still be present, so stay on guard.
Exam entrants cannot take this mission! Pursuant to the terms of entry, proven foreknowledge of the exams' conditions can get you immediately disqualified!
“I’m not the same as yesterday. It’s hard to explain how things have changed, but I’m not the same as before. And I know there’s so much more ahead, I can barely believe that I’m here. I won’t surrender quietly. Step up and watch me break it down. You really want it? Wanna make a scene? Show me what you mean. Let’s get it started, let me see what you got. Let’s pick it up a notch. Don’t think you got it. Can’t handle the pressure? Get off. Stop talking about it, gotta make this count, let’s go. When we move we camouflage ourselves. We stand in the shadows waiting. We live for this and nothing more. We are what you created. I can feel the storm, the winds have changed. We’re worlds apart but just the same, no we won’t leave the way that we came. I know that there’s so much more ahead, I can barely believe that I’m here. We won’t surrender quietly….”, Zaylee’s beautiful singing voice filled the upstairs and filtered down the steps courtesy of the open bathroom door as she went about washing her face. Having been up since five o’clock in the morning Zaylee was already dressed for the day in what was her usual normal attire: a deep crimson red kimono the color of drying blood with a single symbol in black on the back: the Guanyin clan symbol: the kimono handmade with expensive silk. A pair of black tobi thigh-high socks helped to complete this outfit, with her hair secured into a bun by two lacquered wooden chopsticks that were black like her socks, and which stood out in stark contrast against her whitish silver colored long hair. A black obi, tied in the back, helped to complete her outfit, with a gold band running through the center of the obi and around her waist, securing it in place. As she finished washing her face she picked up her Kumogakure hitai-ate, securing it loosely around her neck where it hung with the faceplate in perfect view - something that would have been done with pride had rumors of the Raikage’s wrongdoings having not reached even her young ears, but for now was done simply out of necessity because of the mission her father and she had picked up the evening before.
After hanging her washcloth up to dry Zaylee made her way back into the room she was sharing with her twin, her singing turning into nothing more than a soft humming as she completed the song in her head. Making her way to her dresser she slipped the various scrolls that held her multitude of weapons into hidden pockets within her kimono, adding as well her credentials that would be required later on. With everything on her person, and the delicious smell of food wafting up through the semi-open door Zaylee’s citrine colored gaze would shift over to the wooden bed railing where her harpy eagle, Riku, was fast asleep with her head tucked under her wing. Smiling softly Zaylee glanced over to the clock near her bed, seeing thanks to the dim illumination of it that it was almost seven o’clock in the morning: two hours had passed since she had awoken. It was no surprise to find the bird still sleeping peacefully, especially since it had been well after midnight before Riku had flown back through the open window after a successful hunt. While the eagle loved treats of varying kinds, the bird also enjoyed hunting on her own, she seemed to enjoy the success of a fresh kill and it was something that Zaylee could understand: she too liked to try and do some things on her own as well. As much as she hated the idea of awakening the sleeping Riku she made her way over to the harpy eagle and extended her right hand, stroking the bird’s chest gently and watching as she began to stir. ”Come on, sleepy head. I know you had a late night, but we’ve got our first mission to do together today, and I’m really going to need your help.”, she spoke softly, not wanting to startle the predatory bird awake. It took a moment of coaxing but eventually Riku untucked her head from her wing, making a soft piping noise at her that Zaylee took as the equivalent of a sleepy good morning.
With a smile on her face Zaylee would slip the arm guard and shoulder guard on easily enough, the ease coming with having practiced time and again since she had got the bird so that it was simply a part of her routine, something she could do with ease and at a moment's notice. Riku watched with patience, flapping her wings to get airborne and landing on Zaylee’s shoulder - her preferred perch - only after the padding had been secured. ”Are you hungry, Riku? It smells like someone is making sausage, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I gave you some.”, she asked the bird softly as she made her way out of the bedroom, taking note of how Mamoru was already gone - either downstairs already or likely off on a mission he picked up himself. The bird responded with more piping noises as Zaylee made her way downstairs, and it made her begin to ponder of a technique that would allow the pair, even for a brief moment, to be able to speak to each other in a common tongue. These thoughts were pushed from her mind as she got downstairs, walking into the kitchen to see who was up and cooking. ”Good morning, daddy. Where’s mama and Mamoru?”, Zaylee would ask upon stepping into the kitchen and spotting her father making breakfast: Riku making yet another soft piping noise towards her father as her own means of saying good morning before the bird gave a tilt of its head much like Zaylee did herself when curious about something: this case being the food he was making.
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