Groceries! [M] [Open]
Aug 9, 2011 13:29:17 GMT -8
Post by sesshi on Aug 9, 2011 13:29:17 GMT -8
Mission:
Restaurants, relaxing youngsters, city guards. Sesshi took a left turn. Book stores, pet stores, shopping housewives, a small, blond kid crying in the dooropening of what appeared to be a small store for bonsai-supplies. Sesshi paused for a moment and turned his head towards the toddler. For a split seconds, the shark's heart melted and he considered to help the boy, ask him what was bothering him. But before he had even moved a muscle, an elderly lady who appeared to be the child's grandmother dashed out of the store with surprisingly speed and agility, swooped her weeping relative from the doorstep and began comforting it by means of gentle pats on its back. Ironically, the scene made Sesshi agitated rather than happy, cozy and warm on the inside. The old crane's appearance had once again reminded him of what had to be done.
Another left turn. Sesshi now found himself in previously unexplored terrain. A narrow but cozy street, said to be known for housing many of Kirigakure's retired ninja legends - and smelling like the old veterans too. Sesshi took a deep breath, followed by a long and tired sigh. Warm air filled his lungs, a queer smell began dominating his nostrils; A most curious odor best described as a combination of fresh bakes cookies, cheap cologne and dirty laundry. If it wasn't for the dull task ahead, the eccentric Genin would have been fascinated by everything his senses were perceiving; But the dull task did exist, had to be done and cast a shadow over how Sesshi saw the unique neighborhood. Ignoring a great many "Hello"'s and "Good afternoon"'s, he dragged his feet forward and kept his vicious, yellow eye open for number 9. Bloody, godforsaken number 9.
Groceries!
Rank: D
Ninja needed: 1-3
Mission info: The aged Mrs. Godo can no longer manage the walk to the local grocer, let alone the task of shopping. She has commissioned the village to do her weekly shopping. Go to her home in the Easter Zone, collect her money and grocery list, and buy her groceries.
Special Info: This mission can be repeated indefinitely.
Rank: D
Ninja needed: 1-3
Mission info: The aged Mrs. Godo can no longer manage the walk to the local grocer, let alone the task of shopping. She has commissioned the village to do her weekly shopping. Go to her home in the Easter Zone, collect her money and grocery list, and buy her groceries.
Special Info: This mission can be repeated indefinitely.
Restaurants, relaxing youngsters, city guards. Sesshi took a left turn. Book stores, pet stores, shopping housewives, a small, blond kid crying in the dooropening of what appeared to be a small store for bonsai-supplies. Sesshi paused for a moment and turned his head towards the toddler. For a split seconds, the shark's heart melted and he considered to help the boy, ask him what was bothering him. But before he had even moved a muscle, an elderly lady who appeared to be the child's grandmother dashed out of the store with surprisingly speed and agility, swooped her weeping relative from the doorstep and began comforting it by means of gentle pats on its back. Ironically, the scene made Sesshi agitated rather than happy, cozy and warm on the inside. The old crane's appearance had once again reminded him of what had to be done.
Another left turn. Sesshi now found himself in previously unexplored terrain. A narrow but cozy street, said to be known for housing many of Kirigakure's retired ninja legends - and smelling like the old veterans too. Sesshi took a deep breath, followed by a long and tired sigh. Warm air filled his lungs, a queer smell began dominating his nostrils; A most curious odor best described as a combination of fresh bakes cookies, cheap cologne and dirty laundry. If it wasn't for the dull task ahead, the eccentric Genin would have been fascinated by everything his senses were perceiving; But the dull task did exist, had to be done and cast a shadow over how Sesshi saw the unique neighborhood. Ignoring a great many "Hello"'s and "Good afternoon"'s, he dragged his feet forward and kept his vicious, yellow eye open for number 9. Bloody, godforsaken number 9.