1 Mostly 'Armless [SS-Rank mission] Mon Feb 25, 2013 6:10 am
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OOC: As per SS-Rank mission requirements, Major villains will be NPCed by Daximus Maximus. Mission partner is Gin Kuroka. Chronologically it is set immediately after the events of "Call it Recuperation", so facts that seem unusual will be made obvious once that thread is finished. Mission information can be found here
Tap. Tap. Tap. The ringing of metal against wood ring softly throughout the otherwise silent office. Endless stacks of bloated manila folders shrouded the mahogany masterpiece on which they sat. A large Quill sat lying next to the open file, weird sealing around the dry nub. One of the benefits of being a fuuinjutsu master, after all. Rather than dipping his Quill in ink, Trilby merely sealed the ink and put a release mechanism on the tip of the Quill, so it had an almost endless supply to tap. He only had to refill it once a month or so. Scratching the tip of the quill across the bottom of the page, Trilby shut the folder and slid it into the out box to his right. Another mission report approved. The tapping suddenly stopped as Trilby removed his left hand from the desk, slowly adjusting his wedding ring before leaning back with a sigh. It had been two months since he and Gin had got married, and she'd already managed to lump him with most of her paperwork. He'd even been given an office a floor under hers. Hell, he was effectively the Kazekage at this point. He handled missions, budget matters, formal meetings and even dealt with the Anbu. There was no way she could lump any more of her duties on him without retiring.
Knock, knock. "Fantastic, another fucking visitor..." Trilby muttered, glancing up towards the large double doors at the other end of his office. "SIR! It's Castiel! I have urgent news!" Castiel? Where did he know that name? Trilby knew it, intimately. He paused for a moment, shutting his eyes as he tried to reflect. A moment later, his eyes flared open in shock. "ENTER!" The yell that escaped from Trilby's jaw was far louder than he intended it to be, but it got the job done. Castiel. It had been months since he had seen him. As soon as Trilby got in any position of power, he sent an Anbu out to investigate the Black Arm Gang. His name was Castiel. No one had seen him since. If he had returned now, it must be good news.
The doors swung open, and Trilby rose from his desk, quickly rounding it to meet Castiel halfway. He looked horrible, to say the least. His anbu mask was covered in mud and dirt, and at least a thousand new dents and scratches. His flak jacket was torn and being held together by wire stitching and duck tape. "We found them. The black hills, to the south. A days journey. Impossible to find unless you know where to look." Trilby couldn't bring himself to do anything but stare at Castiel for a few seconds, bewildered. BAWWWWK!!!! A large chicken lunged out from the corner, jumping onto Trilby's shoulder and glaring at Castiel. "God dammit Tapioca," Trilby muttered, before turning his attention back to Castiel. "Gin is upstairs. Go there immediately. When you knock, state Project Indigo. She'll know what you mean" Castiel nodded before turning, making his way rapidly out of the door. Picking up Tapioca, Trilby placed him on the floor gently before swinging to kick him. As expected, Tapioca sidestepped it and ran off. Perfect, now he would be out of his hair for a few minutes.
Making his way to the side of the room, Trilby pulled down the old red suit of armour, rapidly draping it over his casual robes. He had put the suit on so quickly that it only took him a few moments to do so. Grabbing Yamato from the rack next to it, he slid it into the notch on his belt, letting it rest on his left hip. Ryujin already sat on his left shoulder, as always. He rarely removed it. Flexing, the spines of the Ryujin popped through the rungs on the back of the armour plating. Perfect. The Black Arm Gang. It had taken him years, but he had finally found them. Sure, he had destroyed Baron Yoku, freed the slaves and rendered the entire area nothing more than a smoking crater, but it meant nothing if he couldn't stop the slaver organisation who had captured his parents and his friends in the first place. It made sense for him to be ready for combat. The Black Arm Gang was rumoured to have a thousand holdouts, and if they had been pinpointed at one he didn't have much time to strike before they moved again. Assuming Castiel had told Gin the correct phrase, she'd probably join him in full combat gear in a few seconds. They both knew how much this moment meant. It couldn't wait. It just couldn't...
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Knock, knock. "Fantastic, another fucking visitor..." Trilby muttered, glancing up towards the large double doors at the other end of his office. "SIR! It's Castiel! I have urgent news!" Castiel? Where did he know that name? Trilby knew it, intimately. He paused for a moment, shutting his eyes as he tried to reflect. A moment later, his eyes flared open in shock. "ENTER!" The yell that escaped from Trilby's jaw was far louder than he intended it to be, but it got the job done. Castiel. It had been months since he had seen him. As soon as Trilby got in any position of power, he sent an Anbu out to investigate the Black Arm Gang. His name was Castiel. No one had seen him since. If he had returned now, it must be good news.
The doors swung open, and Trilby rose from his desk, quickly rounding it to meet Castiel halfway. He looked horrible, to say the least. His anbu mask was covered in mud and dirt, and at least a thousand new dents and scratches. His flak jacket was torn and being held together by wire stitching and duck tape. "We found them. The black hills, to the south. A days journey. Impossible to find unless you know where to look." Trilby couldn't bring himself to do anything but stare at Castiel for a few seconds, bewildered. BAWWWWK!!!! A large chicken lunged out from the corner, jumping onto Trilby's shoulder and glaring at Castiel. "God dammit Tapioca," Trilby muttered, before turning his attention back to Castiel. "Gin is upstairs. Go there immediately. When you knock, state Project Indigo. She'll know what you mean" Castiel nodded before turning, making his way rapidly out of the door. Picking up Tapioca, Trilby placed him on the floor gently before swinging to kick him. As expected, Tapioca sidestepped it and ran off. Perfect, now he would be out of his hair for a few minutes.
Making his way to the side of the room, Trilby pulled down the old red suit of armour, rapidly draping it over his casual robes. He had put the suit on so quickly that it only took him a few moments to do so. Grabbing Yamato from the rack next to it, he slid it into the notch on his belt, letting it rest on his left hip. Ryujin already sat on his left shoulder, as always. He rarely removed it. Flexing, the spines of the Ryujin popped through the rungs on the back of the armour plating. Perfect. The Black Arm Gang. It had taken him years, but he had finally found them. Sure, he had destroyed Baron Yoku, freed the slaves and rendered the entire area nothing more than a smoking crater, but it meant nothing if he couldn't stop the slaver organisation who had captured his parents and his friends in the first place. It made sense for him to be ready for combat. The Black Arm Gang was rumoured to have a thousand holdouts, and if they had been pinpointed at one he didn't have much time to strike before they moved again. Assuming Castiel had told Gin the correct phrase, she'd probably join him in full combat gear in a few seconds. They both knew how much this moment meant. It couldn't wait. It just couldn't...
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