floral fallout
Aug 8, 2015 10:53:38 GMT -8
Post by daisy on Aug 8, 2015 10:53:38 GMT -8
{mission}Iwa In Bloom
Rank: D
Description: I'm aware it's not quite shinobi work, but I'm paying you, so no complaints! This village is so dreary, it's in desperate need of some brightening up! So take these seeds and saplings and go out and get gardening! I'm sure your taste level is questionable, but I'm entirely confident planting flowers is within your capabilities. I prefer roses, but do what you will.
Objective: Plant some flowers in key locations throughout Iwagakure. (Daisies are weeds, not flowers!)
Restrictions: None, repeatable
Client: Lady Tsuchikage
Minimum: 3 posts
Rewards: 25 EXP, 500 RYO
Rank: D
Description: I'm aware it's not quite shinobi work, but I'm paying you, so no complaints! This village is so dreary, it's in desperate need of some brightening up! So take these seeds and saplings and go out and get gardening! I'm sure your taste level is questionable, but I'm entirely confident planting flowers is within your capabilities. I prefer roses, but do what you will.
Objective: Plant some flowers in key locations throughout Iwagakure. (Daisies are weeds, not flowers!)
Restrictions: None, repeatable
Client: Lady Tsuchikage
Minimum: 3 posts
Rewards: 25 EXP, 500 RYO
you can learn a lot of things from the flowers ♥
I had known, of course, that the council would hardly promote my requests, but to bury them under mindless paperwork? Well, if nobody would help me, let them see their leader playing in the dirt! Various planters hovered about my body, held up by silken threads, as I made my way through Iwa's central thoroughfare, smiling sweetly at passersby, quite ignoring the questioning looks I was receiving. Truly, I didn't mind the work. I was rather overwhelmed with my new duties, and abandoning a desk of paper work and accusatory missives was something of a blessing. It all came down to those brutes!
I had reached the spot I had in mind, the barren village 'square', if you could call such a mundane area that. To me, the center of a village spoke of flowers, of a fountain and charming shopfronts, bustling and welcoming! I dropped my supplies lightly to the ground around me, and knelt down beside a stretch of earth that lined an austere, stone building. I began chewing, the gold fluid of my clan filling my mouth as I shaped it with my teeth and tongue. Those brutes, as I had alluded to earlier, were of course the Iwagakure Council, and the very bane of my existence as Tsuchikage. Well, them and the shinobi I apparently commanded. Though, commanded was a rather certain word, it seemed more of a suggestion than anything else. I spat out my creation, a hunk of shimmering gold that vaguely resembled a trowel, and set to work breaking up and turning over the earth.
As I broke the surface and made it suitable for my beauties to grow, I found myself growing rather resentful. All my suggestions to the council, my conviction in improving the lives of my shinobi, of broadening their horizons and expanding their minds, it was all met with such... petulance. Why was I making the effort? Did actually caring make me soft? Undeserving of respect? I stabbed at the earth with rather more force than was necessary, carving it up with vigour. Perhaps I would change tactics. Perhaps I would sharpen my claws. They certainly wouldn't like me more under an iron fist, but I rather thought they would respect me. Having softened and moved the earth about sufficiently, I uprooted a bunch of charming dahlias from a nearby planter, before rehousing them in the soil.
For that matter... was the earth of Iwagakure fertile enough for these? Oh, the irony in the failing earth of the land of earth...
Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink.