Skeleton Alley [Mission/Priv]Finished

[Icarus]

Catch the Criminal
Rank: C.
Shinobi Required: 1-4.
Mission Information: Fujioka, Kiyoshi. This is the name of a rogue Sunagakure no Sato genin who was caught trying to sneak into the Kazekage’s vault. No doubt he had plans to steal ryo or village secrets for malicious intent. It was recently reported that Kiyoshi escaped his cell at the Sunagakure prison. As the village gates are being guarded he has not been able to escape. A skilled shinobi or group of novices is required to capture the convict. Be on your guard, as he is a skilled Fuuton user. Bring him in.. dead or alive.
Special Information: Any difficulty setting is allowed, as you will be the one(s) playing out the criminal. However, you are expected to make it believable—no one is invincible. There is a chance that you may be injured.
Reward: 40 EXP & 500 Ryo.

Hot damn, ain't this a scene. Straight out of a zombie flick. The ground grey and gruesome in harmony with its gross green was in itself an abomination and a wonder. An odd object was the land where he had been sent to scout based on a clue for an escaped criminal, changing consistently in area from hard to soft, quicksand to stone, fertile to barren, and even life and death, but everywhere the graveyard seemed to be rotting to death slowly and steadily only to eerily draw life from a source. His shoes shuffled single line aimlessly with a peripatetic tendency built into them. His steps however taking odd and uneven speeds and pressures as the ground seemed to try and suck his shoes into them as if they were simply of the latest fashion... for graveyards.

It was, in most sincere regards to the quality of the graveyard’s appeal quite the juxtaposition to the graveyard he had in his district of sunagakure. With high hopes of scenery of a different quality, and though his wish was easily granted, he had proceeded to this district of suna. He felt simply estranged from the normal, the ground was not lush yet it seemed an oasis, wet and in a different time possibly under the supervision of a gardener fertile. Perhaps it was that it was so very different from what that he wanted that it displeased him. He seemed to have a short string of bad luck with his “vacation” and this place seemed like thirteen black cats might just jump out of nowhere and cross his path. Regardless of his displeasure and pessimistic thoughts he simply continued walking in a linear direction swearing that every few seconds he could see a pair of ocular spies throwing invisible daggers at his back but at the same time the murky humid weather that was in a sense a pseudo swamp made him cease from exerting the effort necessary to differentiate gut feeling from foe. He began to wonder if this graveyard village was something from a spooky adventure story, laden with treasure and traps, it was so fitting the details that it even struck him as cheesy.

His sword sheathed and shielded from the obvious grime of the graveyard, bounced against his hip with every step, his other weapons decorating his body in an artful yet equally concealed from the world so that they would not be seen. The blue stud in his ear flickered with every shake of light that grazed across it when the sun chanced to pierce the shrouded heavens. His shroud in the case of rain rested lazily on his head not quite covering his amber gems of eyes from the world yet. His hands glowed an ivory white shining in contrast with the abyssal black that dominated the palette of colors that made the graveyard. His hair blended and bounced a dark brown as he passed the same hand slowly and softly through it until it came to rest on his shroud.

Maybe, a change to about face would make this all better. As his body twisted with a flourish of muscle he turned, and saw, and stared, solely at a single figure. His liquid gold facets of eyes locked on with a sniper scope of a stare at black shoes, leading to ragged, ripped, jeans shielding poorly the elements from the body. His probing eyes were blocked by a simple coif of violet that clung like a second skin, from the full features of the figure’s face. A pale pallor presented with hair that was the color of washed over blond. Eyes of deep onyx heated by a mischievous or malignant fire caught his own; he began following a subconscious hunch leading him in a singular trail towards his form. The queerest thing that I would find you in such a solitary place, he said to himself. His eyes didn't seem to care much of the way that the man drew his hands to his hips, no doubt to procure detrimental tools.

He came within a distance that his voice-box found agreeable to communicate in without a severe effort. Didn't know this was a hot-spot. He smiled a predator’s smile and drew his sword to face his foe

[Icarus]

The vagrant stared back at him hard enough to summon up a vicious venom in his stare, his breath ragged as if he were retiring from a run as it came through the coif. Who was he trying to fool with a disguise that only made him more suspicious, his hair and upper facial features matched the poster and description detail to detail, even the notable scar stretching from the temple to the frontalis. He wasted no time attempting to defend himself and ultimately escape his pursuer, drawing a kunai halfway into pulling it to his chest, had thrown it. A jutsu sign as he tore of his cloak and kicked a gravestone shattering its archaic design. His hand then blasted a gale of wind pressing with excruciating force the shattered gravestone behind the cloak.
Higan didn’t see anything but a kunai as he drew his sword cutting a slash through the air with his sword, having seen its trajectory and had expected an attack. He drew his left foot back in a semicircular fashion as he planned to cut through the cloak and then pursue his opponent who he assumed would take advantage of his momentary loss of full environmental sight. Slicing with a strain that challenged his muscle he cut through the cloak and had for some reason suddenly been bewildered as his sword also smashed a bit of decrepit stone, suddenly a barrage of small rocks pelted him, one or two drawing blood in long superficial cuts across his face. He flinched, expecting something more. Drawing his hand in a single sign summoning the veins of his bloodline to his eyes. Clarity manifested as a monochrome world where he saw all, except for his opponent. He extended his vision and still saw naught, which meant..! he was in his blindspot, or so he assumed.

The criminal had utilized shunshin, expecting the rocks and kunai to have encumbered his opponent more than usual, to travel quickly behind him, he would no doubt have trouble finding him, or so the criminal thought as his pre-occupation combined with a cloud of broken rock blocking the facial portion of higan could not have seen him utilize byakugan. He leaped forward, lunging into his opponent with the full weight of his body, aiming to with a garrote of steel wire choke his opponent to death. He would quickly finish this scuffle, hide the body and then retreat into darkness again, perhaps make his way to a different land, mist would be nice.

Midway into turning Higan felt his body crumple and hit the ground, making him taste the stygian dirt, filled with salt and the taste of evaporation embalming materials. Around his throat he quickly felt a wire; he swore under his breath, his sword unsheathed had fallen a meter or two away from him, far out of his reach. He panic’d as his vision that was now immaculate white would soon be red as he hemmoraged or something of the like. He formed a handsign, hoping he would make it in time. His skin turned as black as his assailants eyes.

Notes: I liquid timed a bit.

Criminal Used
1 Kunai
Steel wire
Fuuton Reppusho (however you spell that)
Shunshin

Higan Used
Naginata + Battoujutsu D rank
Byakugan activate
Domu D rank

[Icarus]

Sweat collected on his face, and using his facial muscles he shimmied out of his coif, gasping as fresh air came straight to his face. He would be able to taste the air of the land hidden in the mist soon enough. He tightened his grip on the wire and then hissed as blood seeped through his gloves, the wire cutting through his hands. To the criminal’s surprise as hard as he pulled, the wire felt as if it was trying to cut through steel. Had his opponent always been of black pigment? This wasn’t going as quick as he was planning for it to go… He would have to use “that”, his highest ranking technique. His hands glowed blue and then so did the wire as he utilized a weapon born taijutsu.

Higan still face in the dirt, gasped with a bit of relief as his technique had made it just in time, the wire blocked by his advanced skin. But he felt and saw out of his enhanced peripheral vision the wire becoming coated with chakra. He bucked a hand loose as his heart started to beat faster as he felt the wire slowly but surely strangle and cut through him and his armor as if he were simply a tree to be sawed down. He slammed by focusing all his chakra in his body to the tip of his finger and jamming it in a desperate jab into the opponents ribcage. His chakra exploded on contact blasting away his opponent. The wire pooling on the ground in front of him which he quickly grabbed to ensure that his did not happen twice, his neck on the verge of having been cut open, he quickly got to his knees and lunged for his sword, grasping it in his hands, firmly planting it in the ground for support as he collected his wits.

All had been going so well for the criminal, he was about to put the final nail in the coffin and at that, be in an area where he would be able to dump a body in a fresh nice graveyard. But then he experience vertigo in the absolute worst kind as at the same time he lost his breath and had skidded back, his shoulder crunching against a very nearby tombstone. He wouldn’t be able to strangle with that hand anymore… But he still had his ranged techniques to rely on and his other hand if it came to close quarters which he sincerely hoped it did not. Reeling from the dizziness he got to a knee, then to his feet. Two handsigns and he blew out a fearsome sphere of wind. The force of his attack had made him shift backwards on his heels.

Higan frowned as he saw the opponent already having collected chakra, he quickly looped a wire into a kunai and then flickered out of the way. Quickly kicking a tomb with his enhanced skin he brought up a cloud of rock dust and shards to his opponent as he threw the on hand kunai, modified correctly to his liking at his opponent. But with a slight misdirection to behind him. He charged forward with the element of slight surprise with his sword. He threw it like a spear at the criminal, drawing now the scabbard a heavy weighted object to swing at him. At the same time he pulled on the wire.

Criminal Used
Hien B rank
Fuuto Daitoppa C rank

Higan Used
Still active Domu, Byakugan
Hyuuga one body blow
Shunshin

[Icarus]

The criminal swore as he had just pissed away close to the last reserves of chakra that he had in his body. He wouldn’t be able to use much more jutsu, or risk himself being unable to have enough energy to bury the body. He would have to end it with the next exchange of attacks that they had been so keen on having. Was this really what it would be like for the rest of the time that he would be a criminal, escaping the law? If so he wondered if it was really worth it all his crimes and his break out from jail. However, he couldn’t falter not here, when he was on the verge of freedom and death. Quickly guessing that the left or right of him would be where his opponent was as the projectile he fired was still coursing in front of him, and at the same time he wouldn’t have the same time to have circled around him. He turned and quickly saw a blade flying at him, but he was relatively ok with this. He steadied his mind and raised his hands as soon as the blade part passed him, catching the weighty sword in his hand. Hah, foolish boy. He saw him now however being pursued by, the ninja and he was extremely close. If he had dodge the blade fully then he would not have been able to react in time. But he had caught the blade. He swung down aiming to cleave straight through the sheathe.

Higan smirked; he didn’t care if he caught the blade, dodged it, or blocked it, although someone else touching his blade did somehow irk him. But he had taken the bait that he had laid out. The kunai unnoticed slid into his back jerked hard by his hand on the wire, straight into the shoulder of the man with ample force, lodging it in there firmly, making him stumble with his thrust. Higan ducked and took a knee as he with his skin by now of regular hue slid the edge of his sheathe into the solar plexus of the man, this would cause excruciating pain, no doubt also making him collapse. He immediately retracted the hilt and put it sideways making sure no slash could come down on him.

His vision expanded as his eyes widened and his mouth let out a groan of pain, he could no longer feel his arm. His two handed swing of the ninja’s sword now a crippled misguided single hand strike aiming to hit the ground with no success. His mouth widened again as spit and a bit of blood flew from his mouth as a fiery pain erupting from his chest, he collapsed onto the hilt and relinquished his sword. His vision flecked with black he felt no more will and strength to go on. He just wanted it to end, this shattering pain.

Higan let out a breath of relief as his enemy collapsed. His hand slammed down on his opponent’s neck as he severed his ties to consciousness but not life. Finally..

Higan:
Jyuuken
Domu End
Byakugan Active

[Icarus]

As he threw the body on the ground Higan quickly drew the same blood soaked wire and tied a myriad of knots on the man, making sure that his hands could form no signs and that escape was close to impossible without cutting his own self. His slashed his sword through the air, dislodging dirt and grime from it and quickly sheathed it back into his scabbard. He grabbed the cuff of the man’s clothes and slowly dragged him through the dirt, he would have to venture to the nearest sunagakure police department to drop him off because lord knows he wasn’t going to drag him all the way to the kazekage’s office to collect his reward, especially when he was so infinitely tired. He didn’t hear a moan or a groan from his victim, hoping he wouldn’t be docked for any serious injury or at the very worst the death of his target. Again the clouds cleared and the oppressive sun bathed his body in sunagakure style slow roasting heat. The dead weight behind him making him look a bit strange, but this was a very sketchy neighborhood, one in which a corpse was not the oddest thing one would see. Eventually he reached the shambles of the police station, finding a grizzled chuunin and instructing him to with the wanted flier he presented send the payment directly to his apartment and to secure his prisoner. Finally he could go home and with the utmost pleasure take a well-deserved nap.

Exit Thread.

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Great job, mission complete!

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[Sayomi]

Higan Hyuuga: 44 exp awarded