1 A Good, Old-Fashioned Thief {B-Rank, Closed} Fri Dec 06, 2013 1:34 am
Daraku
D-rank
Daraku's eyes were alight with excitement as he waded through the sand, his cloak wrapped around his face like a shawl to shield him from the grains whipping around in the air. It seemed there was never a day where Sunagakure no Sato wasn't plagued by incessant winds, but he didn't mind, it gave him a feeling of nostalgia, brought him back to his childhood. His lips bent into a soft smile as, step by step, he neared the area where he was to receive his mission. Yes, a mission...since news of his return had gone through the underground black markets and the slums of Suna, many had been contacting him for their personal requests, most of which he rejected, but with this particular task, there was a specific incentive for him to do it. Firstly, it was a job that could easily be done in a clandestine manner; the fewer regular people who knew of his rise to power within the Ishido, the better. If too many people found out, bounty hunters and maybe even the Kazekage may come after him, and that wasn't a risk he was willing to take.
Next, the job had a ryo reward, and money was always a good reason to do something. And finally, probably most important to him, was the fact that the mission itself didn't necessarily have to be completed as assigned, in his mind. Daraku had a plan set out to do what they asked...or at least make them think that he did, when in fact he would be furthering his own agenda. From the letter they had sent him, he understood that he was to retrieve an amulet that was an heirloom in their oh-so prestigious clan. Problem was, the amulet had been lost for hundreds of years and no one knew where it was exactly. All they knew was that it was somewhere out in the Dunes. Daraku took it upon himself so he could make a decoy amulet, give it to them, and take the real one for himself to keep or sell if it had no practical use. He went over the plan again in his head as he arrived at their clan hideout, and said the pass phrase to the guard outside. "Patience yields diamonds and pain bolsters endurance." an odd phrase, but he didn't argue. The guard let him in without hesitation.
Daraku approached the clan head, and received his task in person this time. "Hello, Daraku-san. I would like to personally thank you for assisting us in this. Here is a map of the dunes and half of your reward, I wish you the best of luck in finding the amulet and you'll receive the remainder upon your return." Daraku nodded and left the compound, out into the vast sands and blue sky once again. His eyes were like sapphire crystals, holding true through the sandstorm, focused on the horizon. He walked at a fast pace, but his body didn't show signs of swift movement. Grace seemed to emanate from him like an angel, with his feet in perfect poise and his arms swaying to and fro as he proceeded. He lifted his hand up to feel his face...there was a thin scab from the cut his father's sword had given him. It wouldn't scar, though, unlike the stab wound he'd received. A deep mark was embedded into his skin where that had been, a permanent testament to his battle with his father. Easily concealed by his armor...
A shift in the terrain stopped Daraku. Something was happening to the sand, it was sinking. Quicksand? It couldn't be--too late. He dropped a foot and caught himself, gripping at the surface desperately, but each grasp only picked up loose sand, and he continued sinking, sinking, until he was completely submerged, and everything went dark. When his eyes opened next, it was still rather dim, but he seemed to be on solid ground. Cobblestone, bedrock, something of the sort. He knocked on it a few times with a clenched fist; stable enough, so he rose to his feet. He activated Fire Release: Suture to use the concentrated flames as a makeshift candle, illuminating his surroundings. The first thing he noticed were the scorpions...they were all over the walls, the ground, the ceiling...everywhere. Sand and patches of stone surrounded him, and the path ahead branched into many different halls. A labyrinth in every sense of the word. Daraku marched ahead, stamping down any scorpions in his path and crushing them. He had an amulet to find.
(780)
Next, the job had a ryo reward, and money was always a good reason to do something. And finally, probably most important to him, was the fact that the mission itself didn't necessarily have to be completed as assigned, in his mind. Daraku had a plan set out to do what they asked...or at least make them think that he did, when in fact he would be furthering his own agenda. From the letter they had sent him, he understood that he was to retrieve an amulet that was an heirloom in their oh-so prestigious clan. Problem was, the amulet had been lost for hundreds of years and no one knew where it was exactly. All they knew was that it was somewhere out in the Dunes. Daraku took it upon himself so he could make a decoy amulet, give it to them, and take the real one for himself to keep or sell if it had no practical use. He went over the plan again in his head as he arrived at their clan hideout, and said the pass phrase to the guard outside. "Patience yields diamonds and pain bolsters endurance." an odd phrase, but he didn't argue. The guard let him in without hesitation.
Daraku approached the clan head, and received his task in person this time. "Hello, Daraku-san. I would like to personally thank you for assisting us in this. Here is a map of the dunes and half of your reward, I wish you the best of luck in finding the amulet and you'll receive the remainder upon your return." Daraku nodded and left the compound, out into the vast sands and blue sky once again. His eyes were like sapphire crystals, holding true through the sandstorm, focused on the horizon. He walked at a fast pace, but his body didn't show signs of swift movement. Grace seemed to emanate from him like an angel, with his feet in perfect poise and his arms swaying to and fro as he proceeded. He lifted his hand up to feel his face...there was a thin scab from the cut his father's sword had given him. It wouldn't scar, though, unlike the stab wound he'd received. A deep mark was embedded into his skin where that had been, a permanent testament to his battle with his father. Easily concealed by his armor...
A shift in the terrain stopped Daraku. Something was happening to the sand, it was sinking. Quicksand? It couldn't be--too late. He dropped a foot and caught himself, gripping at the surface desperately, but each grasp only picked up loose sand, and he continued sinking, sinking, until he was completely submerged, and everything went dark. When his eyes opened next, it was still rather dim, but he seemed to be on solid ground. Cobblestone, bedrock, something of the sort. He knocked on it a few times with a clenched fist; stable enough, so he rose to his feet. He activated Fire Release: Suture to use the concentrated flames as a makeshift candle, illuminating his surroundings. The first thing he noticed were the scorpions...they were all over the walls, the ground, the ceiling...everywhere. Sand and patches of stone surrounded him, and the path ahead branched into many different halls. A labyrinth in every sense of the word. Daraku marched ahead, stamping down any scorpions in his path and crushing them. He had an amulet to find.
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- Name: Fire Release: Suture (火遁・縫合 ~ Katon: Hōgō)
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: D
Type: Supplementary | Offensive
Element: Katon
Range: 5 meters
Specialty: Medical Ninjutsu
Duration: Instantaneous
Cooldown: 5 posts
Description: The user points and releases Katon from the tip of one of their fingers, blasting it in the form of a heavily compressed beam of flames, 1 cm in diameter. This is primarily used to close wounds, capable of stopping bleeding from lacerations of 2 inches in depth and lower by closing them; it can also be used offensively, using the compressed fire to ravage opponents from up to 5 meters away with painful first degree burns.
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