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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] RUNNING DOWN THE JELLO (KAGE BUNSHIN). name; peanut butter jelly time! rank; b description; This has to be the strangest thing we’ve ever brought in before, a creature composed entirely of sticky gooey jelly. To be honest, we actually have no idea how to defeat it ourselves. All melee skills seem to do nothing more then separate the shape shifting amorphous blob of goo. Good luck and don’t get swallowed up. reward; 100 experience, 2,500 ryo minimum shinobi; one mission status; interminable ____________________________________________________ The time was nigh, the time to finish this strange creature rumored to have surfaced from the depths of Kumogakure's sewer systems. I took out my scroll and carefully read the report that had been handed to me, analyzing it for any specific details or hints that might come in handy- particularly things that would help me defeat it once I managed to track the thing down. Yes: The Thing. That was as good a moniker as any. It was a faceless blob of brown and purple, something that was rumored to resemble peanut butter and jelly- and that some people even claimed to be true. Stories spread across the village like wildfire, explanations and theories rampant on the streets. Some thought it was a being created from the filth in our sewers, a spirit that inhabited this filth to rise from beneath and teach us humans a lesson about pollution. Others thought it was the result of a failed government experiment. Whatever it was, I planned on taking it out in time for dinner. The scroll that constituted as my mission report was short, and by the time I finished reading, I'd pretty much memorized everything that had been scrawled upon it. So it was then that I rolled it back up and stuffed it into one of the many scroll slots on my black battle vest. Today, I wore the attire designated for Chuunin ninja of Kumogakure. My protectorates, the insignia of my country and village on the sleeves of my shoulders. Sitting at the stool in front of a coffee place's counter, I quickly finished the last of my caffeine drink and left the ryo I owed on the bill before sliding off the seat and heading towards the door. It was still early morning, and I had the whole day to search for this thing. But I had yet to figure out how elusive it was, and whether it would be difficult to track it. Though I imagined it wouldn't be, I could not know until I actually got into the fray of chasing it down. I needed to start with haste. But where to begin? I pondered that as I walked down the streets of Kumogakure, inhaling the fresh scent of damp concrete after one of the village's nightly showers. It sparked me to life as I journeyed down the boulevard, my spine shivering with delight. If I remembered correctly, someone had informed me on the most recent sighting of The Thing just earlier, before leaving the mission compound. The sighting had occurred yesterday, in a public park somewhere in the southern district. Following the single lead, I mapped out the directions for that destination in my head and made my way there. The crowds in the streets were not as fleshed out as I thought they'd be this morning. Usually, the marketplaces that opened up here brought in intense amounts of people. It was strange, but at the time I hardly paid it any mind. My issues weren't with the activity of the populi today. I had heavier things on my mind. The rampant adventure of a potentially dangerous creature, for example. I reached the southern district within a time frame of a few minutes, my long strides having sped up the short journey through the suburbs and neighborhoods of Kumogakure. The entire district was empty, crumpled balls of newspaper and waste rolling around the pavement like balls of hay in the wild west. What was it, eight or nine in the AM? I couldn't really believe that no one had gotten up yet in this area, so where exactly were they? Giving little more than a brief hm, I continued on to find the park where the alien creature was sighted. Alien. Could it be just that? A thing from outer space, perhaps. Or an extraterrestrial's pet, even. The possibilities varied, and I had no idea what to go with. And though people had claimed it was dangerous, I figured their rash attempts at harming the anomaly was only fueled by fear and lack of understanding- not defensive gestures against attack. But again, I could not be sure. And I guess that's what unnerved me as I approached the empty park across the street. An eerie and quiet setting. What was waiting for me there? I'd advance and find out. made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] RUNNING DOWN THE JELLO. The park was alone and seemingly abandoned. The soft whistle of the morning wind audible to my attentive ears. When I reached the center of this play area, I took a gander around at my surroundings. The swings, the jungle gym, the play pen. Perhaps the monster was aggressive and dangerous. I could only imagine the look on the children's faces when it appeared here, the parents scrambling to take their kin and run off before the blob came by and swallowed them whole. Sighing, I moved on. I needed to stop thinking about what it did in the past, I needed to stop forming scenarios I hoped would never happen. Instead, I had to start looking for clues that would lead me on its trail. Clues that would help me locate it within this concrete jungle and face it once and for all. So I started, my observant eyes scanning the ground beneath me as I walked. Hoping I would find something here, lest a dead end keep me preoccupied and confused. My investigation started slowly, my search for the evidence or trail I sought seemingly pointless. It wasn't until I reached the play pen- a plastic jungle of ladders, platforms and slides, that I finally managed to find something concrete. Something that I was sure belonged to the creature I was hunting down. A long trail of translucent slime, going from under the play pen and towards the grass of the park afar. Interested, I crouched down low as I walked into the play pens shadow, then dropped to a full crouch as I inspected the weird goo. Tentatively, I extended a single finger and dipped it into the viscous substance. It felt cool, it felt nasty. Beginning to regret my action, I rose my finger upwards, only to have the slime trail upwards with it. A look of disgust crossed across my face, my nose twitched with the smell that was insulting its sense. Slowly, I brought the side of my finger to the base of my nostrils, and took a quick whiff. Peanut butter and jelly. The rumors had been true... to some extent. I whipped my finger in the air in an attempt to get the goo off. After wiping it on the side of the play pen, I moved out from the shade t provided and began to follow the trail I'd found there. If there had been any sun out today, I was sure it would have glistened and become apparent. Fortunately, I'd found it before giving up on this endeavor. Now I would find myself following it through the grass of the large park, hoping it wouldn't take long for me to track down the creature and put a stop to its "terror". It was while I was following this trail that a voice suddenly rung out throughout the atmosphere. A little boy's voice, squeaky and clumsy. "Mister... whattaya lookin' for?" He asked, staring at me intently from only meters away. I turned to face him, and instantly gave a small smile. I don't know what he was doing out here all on his own, but I didn't want to give him the impression that I was some dangerous stranger. I was the Raikage, a ninja of Kumogakure. I'd send him off safely before resuming my mission, to make sure he was reunited with his guardian. "I'm looking for a big ol' blob of jelly. You haven't seen it, have you?" The boy quickly shook his head, the look on his face nonchalant. I cheerily continued to hold my smile, never moving from my position in fear that I might lose the thing trail of goo I was following. Apparently, he hadn't been one of those few children that had been present here when the creature had made an appearance at the park. I wasn't frustrated or anxious. After all, what would a witness tell me that I already didn't know, anyway? Unless someone had the location of the monster I was hunting, I couldn't be helped much at all. "That's okay. Just stay away from it if you ever do see it, alright? It might not be friendly." made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] RUNNING DOWN THE JELLO. The kid just stared, and it was getting creepy. Short black hair framed a round face, freckled with baby blue eyes. He wore a striped blue and white t-shirt, with dirty, grass-stained jeans and converse that looked years old. I was almost sure that they weren't. "Okay theen," I continued. "Where are your parents, kiddo? I don't think you should be out here alone, y'know." I glanced around at the surrounding park, looked for any sign of adults, or anyone else for that matter. But the place was as empty as it had been when I'd entered it, only this time I shared that with the young boy in front of me. Whatever he was doing out here, I was almost certain any responsible parent did not want him out on his own. Before I could resume following this trail, I needed to make sure this young Kumogakuran kid was paired up with his guardian. I couldn't just leave him behind in this park on his own. Any number of unfortunate situations could play out after my leave if I did so. "That's 'kay," The young boy replied. "My daddy is right around the corner, buying milk and stuff for my mommy. I came here looking for my toy, even though I wasn't suppost to. It's a mothman toy, with red lights and wings and, and a sound button to make it screech. Like this: SKRRREEEACH." I suppressed the urge to grimace and close my hands over my ears. When he stopped imitating that god-awful noise, he looked back up at me with a quizzical expression on his face. "Anyways, I have to go now. Dad said he wouldn't buy me some chips if I didn't stay with him." The boy didn't smile, or show any other sign of emotion for that matter. He just stared at me, then at the goo on the grass, then turned away towards the market where his father supposedly was. Hoping he was telling the truth, and wasn't just some vagabond kid wandering around on the street, I- the Raikage- decided to continue the investigation of this strange creature. My emerald green gaze returned to the translucent but slightly glistening goo on the grass. I followed it, that river of viscous substance, out of the park and onto the streets of Kumogakure. It crossed over sidewalks, over the street, into an alley and finally ended at a curb drain on another block. Apparently, the monster had dived back into the sewers under Kumogakure, back from where it had come from in the first place. I looked at the curb drain in question with an indifferent stare, wondering how it had done so and where it was now. I guess my only option was to follow it into the sewers, something I absolutely did not want to do. But I would need to do it in order to stay on my trail, in order to track down the strange creature as quickly as I had promised to. But the sewers... ugh. And so I moved on- hesitantly so- in search of a manhole cover I could exploit and enter in order to gain access to the hidden sewage system underneath Kumogakure. It would be a nasty journey down there, and I wouldn't like it one bit- being a man of refined taste and cleanliness. A sigh escaped my lips, I shook my head for a bit then turned away from the curb drain I had been looking at. The street here was clear of manholes into the sewers, I would have to search elsewhere. Striding towards the next block, I began to process what may be able to kill or contain this creature through my mind. I needed to think things through before I came in contact with it. I needed to have some sort of plan, a plan for everything if possible. And I almost never left anything like this up in the air. This mission, I would most definitely take seriously. made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] RUNNING DOWN THE JELLO. Upon searching for it, I soon found the manhole cover I had sought to use to my advantage in order to gain access to the unfathomable sewers of Kumogakure below. I still did not like the idea of opening this cover and going down there to investigate the creature I had been sent to investigate, but for now, it was the only option at hand that I could think of. I couldn't just ignore this trail and hope for another one to pop up anytime soon. If I did that, I was running the risk that the creature might "attack" another park, with another group of children again. Though I doubted it was an aggressive being, I could not take any chances. There was a reason this mission had been designated B-Rank, and i had to take that into consideration. I tried to make a habit out of doing so. I dropped to a swift crouch beside the manhole cover in the middle of the empty street, then I pried the metal disk upwards with the use of a few of my gloved fingers. For Kami's sake. I knew I was going to get my clothes dirty, and it was a damn shame. Hopefully I would be able to wash out the smell when I got back home, but I knew I would be using large quantities of wash soap in order to do so. Trying not to think of the aftermath of this uncommon adventure, I set the metal disk aside and peered into the darkness of the hole below. The sound of dripping water echoed upwards and gently reached my ears. It was a calming sound, almost hypnotic, like it wanted me to drift off to sleep. But that was, of course, completely crazy. I ignored that sound, and continued down the ladder that would take me into the sewers, closing the manhole behind me by pulling the metal disk back over the top. I could not risk anyone falling through an open hole, so I had closed the manhole to prevent just that. The first thing that I noticed as I ventured down the steel ladder into the sewers below was the smell. It hit my nasal sense like a punch to the face, and my expression contorted into one of grimace. Shit. I did not think it would be this bad, and I was already growing extremely annoyed just by smelling it. I would have to trudge through this damn odor in order to continue, however. My ever moving hands and feet, each being carefully placed on each steel bar of the ladder to ensure I reached the bottom safely, eventually took me to the base of this manhole cover, the sidewalk within the sewer that bordered the murky depths of its trashy river. My boots landed on the mossy concrete with a thud. Fuck, this was disgusting! I honestly wanted to leave. Suppressing the urge to pinch my nose tightly, I turned left and right, trying to look through the murky darkness of the sewer's interior. It was waay too dark to see anything here, way too dark for me to venture around this place safely. I did not want to accidentally trip into the river of muck that was flowing beside the little sidewalk I had currently positioned myself on. I did not know what kind of bacteria lurked there, viruses, and the thought of drowning was a very possible. I did not want to take any chances, coming down here was already a surprising risk I had decided to undertake. Well, now that I actually thought about it, it was not actually that surprising. My duty as a ninja of Kumogakure had led me down here, and would not have ignored it in the first place. Luckily for me, my duty as a ninja of Kumogakure would also get me out. made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] RUNNING DOWN THE JELLO. The darkness was dangerous here, something that could not be ignored or brushed off so easily. So to combat it all, I activated my blinding flash technique with a single hand seal, only enhancing my chakra enough to create an illuminating glow around my body. My hand seal had only been needed to gather and use my chakra for this purpose, so after the deed was done, I let it go and simply maintained my glow by feeding it really low levels of chi from the core of my body. The light emanating from me, a pale yellow glow, was sufficient enough to see where I was walking at least ten meters out in this tunnel. That way, I had less of a chance of slipping into the river of muck nearby, or falling on the mossy sidewalk I was currently standing on top of. Time to get to work. With the problem that concerned this potentially debilitating darkness solved, for the most part, I could continue on in this sewer and continue my search for the peanut butter and jelly monster I was tracking down. Looking for clues, however, was as pointless as looking for a needle in a hay stack. Sure, I might find them if I looked hard enough, and wanted to spend my time at such a difficult endeavor, but the tracks the monster was leaving behind did not differ much from the goo and waste that coated every surface of the underground tunnel. It was in its own habitat now, I needed to realize that and prepare accordingly. Being alert would save my life, being alert would aid me from here and then on. Should the monster be hiding somewhere down here, I wanted to know I was prepared and ready to execute a surprise counter-attack to protect myself and capture it. I continued on then, looking for the peanut butter and jelly thing that had almost certainly slipped down into these murky depths in an attempt to evade the capture or offensive actions of the humans above. My footsteps echoed throughout the nasty tunnel, something I obviously did not want alarming the creature somewhere further on, but also something that I could not help to do. The soles of my boots were stubborn, and each time they made contact with the wet and mossy concrete floor, they made a sharp tapping noise. I tried to ignore the fact that this noise would give me away at some point, tried to reason that it could easily be mistaken from the sound of dripping water, or perhaps a rat or some other form of creature that might inhabit these dark corridors. But I was now, officially, a bit more tense about this entire situation. My little adventure into the murkiness of this sewers depths took me on and on. I didn't know what I would find, and eventually, I failed to recall how long I had been down here. Everything looked the same as I continued, only a few occasional crossroads in the sewers proving to change the scenery from time to time. I had no idea where I was going, what I was following. There was definitely no sort of trail I was on, nothing concrete that could reassure me that I was on the right path. I started to believe that my mission today, for the most part, was over. The muck and nastiness of this sewer reached up to my ankles, my boots smelled like utter shit. There was definitely something I needed to do about the quality and access to these tunnels. As Raikage, I pondered what I could really do. But as I thought, a noise came to light. made by renni

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] RUNNING DOWN THE JELLO. The noise was faint, distant, but yet it remained totally identifiable my ears- processing the sound wave through my mind and telling me exactly what it surmised it was. The creature of peanut butter and jelly. It sounded like pig slop being dished into a tray, like molasses dripping from the walls and slapping the floor with its gooey substance. The echo this sound created, however, made it difficult to pinpoint the source. And it was steadily growing silent, like the creature was actually moving away from me. I could not let that happen. Being sparked to life by the excitement that came with this revelation, I issued a swift string of hand seals and formed a murder of twenty crows into creation, hearing them caw with great enthusiasm as they flew out of my sleeves and converged around me. "Go!" I exclaimed, gesturing with both my hands for them to scatter about. "Find me a mon-stah!" The caws would clearly alert the creature, and if it was smart, it would almost definitely go on the run now. So I urged my little feathered black beauties to fly with haste, taking separate paths, trying to pinpoint the noise of goo and locate it for me to follow. And I would stand in place while they did so, activating my Crow Vision technique and alternating beween each crow to widen the chances of me finding the goo monster in time to chase it down and finally face off against it. I could see through my crow's vision as they flew through the dark and murky tunnels, flapping their wings as they darted through each and every passageway I had pointed out for them to search. And eventually, one of their keen, beady black eyes caught sight of what I had been looking for. A fresh gleam in the muck of the sewer. This was the gleam of the peanut butter and jelly monster's trail, an indication that it had been here just recently and was currently trying to escape. The crow continued on in its flight, determined to actually see the creature and stay on it for its master. In turn, I switched my Crow Vision off for the most part and hastily began to run through the sewers, following the path my crow had taken to take me to the monster at some point. While I was doing this, my mental connection with the other crows told them to converge upon the spot where the monster was located. They, being faster than I was, sped past me and ahead as they flew towards the location in question. I picked up the pace. The monster would probably feel cornered and pick up its own pace, to make a hasty retreat. I needed to hurry up and grab this chance by the reins. I could not afford to lose it once more. My loud chorus of steps took me closer and closer to the spot where the raven had sighted the trail of goo first. My ears twitched when they heard the sudden frantic caws of my little black beauties, and I immediately turned on my Crow Vision technique to see what all that surprising ruckus was about. Unfortunately for me, all I saw through my crows eyes was darkness and eventually... nothing. Something had gone wrong, something had gone horribly wrong. I picked up my pace even more so than I had done before. I needed to find out what was occurring, I need to pinpoint this monster and make sure it didn't do anything drastic anymore- preferably by ending this situation peacefully and detaining the potentially intelligent being. made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] RUNNING DOWN THE JELLO. I continued my frantic chase through the sewers, abrupt turns taken at unexpected angles. But only a few seconds later would I reach the location of my crows- or at least, their last location. When I arrived there, the pale glow of moonlight that shone through a curb drain above displayed the creature I had been searching for all along. A gigantic blob with a width and height larger than my own. Its translucent substance held a tint of purple mixed with light brown- just like peanut butter and jelly. And it was that state of translucence that allowed me to bear witness to my crows, stuck inside of it like slices of peaches inside a glob of jello. They twitched, apparently they could not escape this viscous prison they had been trapped inside of. I watched with a sedated expression on my face, but a little bit of horror as well, as the monster began to abruptly slither away at an alarming pace of speed. Down the sewers, away with my crows. But as long as I had my creatures within it, my crow vision technique would be able to see through the translucent substance it was composed of and give me a distorted example of where it was. But even then, with this failsafe in my mind, I would not let up chasing it down. "Aay! Hold up!" I called out, in an effort to stop it, in the hopes that it understood human language for some strange reason. But it did not stop, nor did it lessen the pace of its attempted escape. All I could do was continue to follow it throughout these murky passageways, hoping I did not slip on some unforeseen puddle of muck and bang my head in the darkness, where I also risked the chance of sliding into the river of debris nearby and drowning to death. I needed to be very careful. My footsteps rung loudly throughout these tunnels as our chase was coming to a quick end. The monster was headed into a dead end of all things, where a series of steel bars led up to an unknown manhole somewhere in the surface. But... could the beast of jelly actually scale a freaking ladder? As I watched while I ran, my eyes widened in surprise as I watched the peanut butter jelly monster actually did what I had initially thought to be possible. It appeared to slam right into the wall and the steel bars at the bottom, then abruptly it scaled the wall like a snail- leaving a trail of goo behind it as it stuck strong to the concrete wall and moved upwards. Only difference between it and an actual snail, however, was the fact that this monster was waaay faster. I needed to keep up with it at all costs. t was mine now, I just needed to reel this sucker in. So I jumped a few meters away from the ladder, to gain a headstart as I began to scale the ladder just as it had done so only seconds before. Goo covered the bars, and as I climbed, I could also smell the distinct odor of what it had been nicknamed after. Just what the hell is this thing? Where did it come from?" I ignored the cold touch the goo gave to my hands and fingers as I climbed the ladder, looked onward as the monster pushed the steel manhole cover above upwards and away, daylight flooding into this section of the sewer in all of its brilliance. I hurried the pace of my climb, nearly slipping once or twice due to the residue it had left behind. But I had to reach the surface quickly, as it could take one turn down a Kumogakure street- or use its time to find an ideal hiding spot, before I actually managed to track it down again. But no matter. I had seen that my crows were still inside it. I would use them to track it down if I had to, then force it to submit. made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] RUNNING DOWN THE JELLO. My recent climb had tired me just a bit, but I would not give in to the faults of the human body in the pursuit of this strange anomaly I was pursuing. My hands got into a rhythmic period of exercise as I finished climbing the ladder, finding myself near the top in a mere matter of seconds. Sunlight hit me hard when I reached the surface, stinging my face and eyes upon surfacing. I did not think being in the sewers for that amount of time would have that sort of effect on me once I reached the land above, but the fresh breaths of air I was receiving was indeed a great change of pace. My hands grasping rough concrete instead of cold, but gooey steel bars this time, I hoisted myself up and onto the random street I had chased the peanut butter jelly monster to. Darting my head from left to right, I failed to see said creature anywhere. Quickly, I issued the single hand seal that would connect me to my raven's minds and issue the Crow Vision technique I sought to put to use in order to track down the creature once more before it gained some considerable distance from me. Alternating between the sights of each crow, I saw many things through the nasty tint of the goo this monster was composed of. Street signs, shop signs, fauna, clouds and sky. It was when I spotted a fountain that I had a handle on this precarious situation. Quickly, I headed down the southern edge of this street, crossing the concrete with hastened steps and running down an alley. The sun that filtered through there showed me the trail of goo I had managed to lose just now, but now I was back on the trail. Again, thanks to Lady Luck, I had the opportunity to take down this supposed monster once and for all. I sprinted, I was nearing the fountain I had seen, remembering it like some vision that had come to me in some kind of weird dream. I was very close. My black boots proved to be very helpful in my endeavor, snug and fit, enough so to speed up the pace in which my feet were moving, so I could concentrate more on shifting my eyes about in search of the creature- rather than worrying about my footing. Huff, huff, huff. I was getting tired, this was indeed exhausting enough to bring me to sweat. I had not expected the creature to be fast in the very least, and I could honestly say that it had caught me by surprise entirely. But I tried not to think about that as I continued, tried to formulate the plan I would execute once I found it and managed to face off with the "monster". To catch it or kill it. I needed to find out which was necessary, and what was most agreeable to the mission at hand. As I neared the fountain where my Crow Vision had spotted it, the viscous trail of goo that I was trailing began to grow thicker and thicker. It seemed it was sweating as much as I was- in a much more stranger, and icky kind of way. I supposed that meant it was getting tired as well, and with that in my mind, I established more confidence. Now I really felt like I had a chance- to tire it out, and capture it peacefully. But if I couldn't, I guess I wouldn't hesitate to stun it forcefully with the arsenal of techniques in my disposal. Finally, the fountain. A piece of artwork accentuated by the glistening water that poured from its highest drain, a baby angel tipping a bowl downwards. The trail of goo ended here... but where had the peanut butter jelly monster gone? Shit. My efforts, my struggle. made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] RUNNING DOWN THE JELLO. I looked and I looked, and I began to grow anxious when I didn't find the monster I was searching for anywhere. I quickly checked the alleys nearby, the bushes lining the street, the nooks and crannies between buildings and trees. But unfortunately for me, it was not making it easy for itself to be found- but surely, surely, it was somewhere around here, as this was where the trail ended. When I gave up trying to search for it with my own eyes, I issued the same hand seal I had created before to yet again activate my Crow Vision technique. The first thing that I tapped into was my mental connection with the crows, and the first thing I noticed was that some of the crows had already died amidst their effort to escape the interior of the creature. How sad, but on with the mission at hand. My mind coincided with the vision of the last crow that was trapped and existent within the peanut butter and jelly monster, and what I saw was confusing at first. The substance of the creature everywhere, but rippling like a pond with a stone that had been thrown inside it. It was only after a few seconds that I realized the obviousness if this image, and immediately figured out where the monster was hiding. Of course! Cautiously, I approached the fountain, soothed by its rippling sounds of water a bit but still on my toes. It was hiding in there, and as I neared, my eyes peering into its depths, I realized the creature had tried to sink itself into a small drain. But it was too thick, too viscous, to go down that portal. It was somewhat trapped, and right where I wanted it. But now, what would I do? I had no idea how to transport this creature, and was still trying to figure out how to subdue it without killing it. This was a tricky situation indeed. I now continued to approach the perimeter of this fountain cautiously, as it could most likely resurface in an instant once it spotted me and do some rash action that could be potentially harmful to my own well being. I gulped, the raven that had been inside of it disappeared into a fine cloud of chakra within its depths, blinking out of existence in a manner that would have been beautiful had it not been devoured by a strange jelly-like monster like this one. Question was, had the creature devoured the ravens intentionally or on accident? There was of course the possibility that the raven's had simply flown into it upon their speedy travel through the passageways of the sewers, and the whole thing had been a misfortunate incident. But I did not know for sure, and I needed to approach the peanut butter jelly monster as if it were a dangerous wild animal. That meant a quick and speedy attempt in subduing it once I formulated a solid plan. So I took a few steps forward, nearly at the round edge of the fountain. I peered down at the peanut butter jelly monster once more, a slight glance with my emerald green optics, contemplating what would happen next. The idea of a plan was beginning to appear in my mind, the next action that would be taken became clear to me. I would subdue it- with electricity- and hopefully it didn't die in the process. Slowly, my mind began to consciously charge my arm with electricity- the beginning stages of the Limb Stunning technique. But this time, I would use it to send a shock throughout the fountain's pool, to shock the jelly beast into unconsciousness. Hopefully, it would remain that way for enough time for me to grab a bucket and scoop it in there. Now, all I had to do was actually try! made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] RUNNING DOWN THE JELLO. And so I proceeded with this crude idea of a plan in my mind, my arm slowly charging with static blue electricity as I focused it to the base of my hand. I would need to make this action quick enough to catch it off guard before it slid out of the fountain pool as fast as it had evaded capture down in those murky sewers. I was certain I could get my hand deep in the water before it even managed to resurface, but was unsure whether the electricity would spread out evenly in time to cause any real damage- damage I hoped would knock it unconscious. I took a deep breath, calming my nerves as I felt the tickle of electricity beneath my skin, prickling the hairs on my statically charged arm. It was time, and when I decided it was so, I sent that electricity into the recesses of my open hand. At a rapid, nearly untraceable speed, I took a single stride forward, dropped to a swift crouch, and punched my hand into the water, unleashing the chakra I had stored to pump the electricity into the liquid like some super-charged filter of sorts. I heard it crackle with satisfying power- a soothing noise to my ears- as the lightning spread throughout the water immediately- pushed along by my fervor and pure chakra that had gone into the entire effort. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the peanut butter and jelly monster, watched as it struggled with cowardice to jump out of the electrified pool and escape. So this creature wasn't dangerous after all, it was only trying to gain some distance from me to resume its life elsewhere. I can't explain it, but I can feel it. This connection... I used to have it with all sorts of creatures. And with this one, despite its unknown origins, was no different. Unfortunately for the potentially sweet blob of goo, it could not manage to slip out of the fountain in time to escape the effects of the powered lightning I had expected to deal. The electricity shocked its essence- its purple and brown tinted substance- so thoroughly that I could see sparks being born within it like gleaming stars in some murky space. It dropped on the rim of the stone fountain, then slipped back into the water- this time unconscious, this time subdued. Taking my toasty hand out of the water, I sighed. I hated hurting creatures that were most likely misunderstood, but most people had a fear of that they did not know. Hopefully, when I took this particular creature back to home base, it would be given a chance to be understood. I would see to it myself. Finding time was on a limit, I quickly entered some nondescript coffee shop nearby, asking for the bucket that held their sanitizer. It was not the sanitizer I sought- obviously- but the bucket itself, and I would spill the liquid down the curb drain once I exited the establishment, headed straight for the fountain afterwards. Half-expecting not to find the goo monster there, I was pleased to find its substance still intact within the clear water, and leaned over the rim of the fountain to scoop all of it up into the bucket. When I lifted it up from the water, I found it was heavier than I had imagined. But it was no matter, I had enough strength to pull it out and haul it off. Now I was off to the mission compound, to drop this captured creature off and continue on with the rest of my missions. made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf.

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Exit Kage Bunshin!!

[KID GAMBINO.]

100 EXP

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] RUNNING DOWN THE WALKERS (KAGE BUNSHIN). name; undying threat rank; b description; Ever seen a zombie movie? You know how they never really die? Well they have nothing on the undead force your gonna be facing. 40 strong and not very capable, in fact they’re completely unarmored and only have their creepishly long nails and teeth to bring you down. The kicker is that they regenerate and an incredible rate. Somehow whenever a limb is cut off, it just climbs back onto the body and reattaches itself, almost any injury we’ve inflicted so far has remedied itself in the blink of an eye. Good luck against the Horde. reward; 100 experience, 2,500 ryo minimum shinobi; one mission status; interminable ____________________________________________________ The odds were stacked, but I was ready for the attack. I had a little something for them, a little thunder and lightning that would spark the disaster that resulted in their death. I only needed them in the right place, at the right time, for me to continue on with my little devilish scheme. They were evil creatures that deserved nothing less than complete obliteration. I did not plan on giving them any mercy, even if they had indeed retained the ability to speak and communicate with the human race they were once a part of. But as far as I knew, they were just mindless, savage. Sometimes I felt tired, sometimes I felt weak. But until the day that I drop, no one could stay that I stopped fighting what I truly believed was evil. This was the moment, they were right where I wanted them. But what was that? Had one of them spotted me? A glaring yellow eyeball suggested one had. I needed to act fast, before they attacked! made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] RUNNING DOWN THE WALKERS (KAGE BUNSHIN). Twelve hours earlier. The mission report I had been given at the Raikage Tower had been very disturbing to see, to say the least. Reports of the undead, with a strange ability they used to regenerate and reattach lost limbs. And why had they had their limbs removed in the first place? Well, that was easy. Said undead had created a notorious kill streak for themselves since the first one had risen from its grave. They were now rumored to travel in a herd of forty in total, ripping apart and devouring any unfortunate human they came across. Cannibals and cockroaches, that was all they were to me. And I promised, silently but powerfully, that they would meet their second end at my disposal. If they weren't evil, then my name wasn't Atlas Burabiya. And as Raikage, I felt compelled to wipe them off the face of this earth for the sake of my country folk and friends. I was ready for just that. made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] RUNNING DOWN THE WALKERS (KAGE BUNSHIN). Stuffing the mission report detailing all of the intel that had been gathered relating to this mision in the back of my pocket, I gave a huge sigh and gazed over at the streets intersecting at this block. The first incident had occurred quite far from here, but it was there where I would commence my investigation and track them down just as I had tracked down my previous prey- the terrible peanut butter jelly monster. That, in all honesty, wasn't as terrible as it seemed. The case with these cannibalistic freaks, however, would most definitely be different. I'd seen the autopsy reports, seen the pictures that had been taken at the coroner's office, pictures of what was left from the human body after the undead had ripped its flesh off and devoured it. Grotesque images indeed, now burned in my mind. made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf. bad wolf.