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[aramlyis]

Aug 19, 2012 19:29:13 GMT -8 aramlyis said:

DRILLING THE POLICE
Rank: C
Description: As a way to help improve the quality of the training that officers in Kusagakure receive, a scheme was introduced to hire Shinobi to provide combat experience to the men and women of law enforcement through various scenarios. While it is a non-lethal exercise, one shouldn't take this lightly as the police are serious about their training, and can injure the shinobi if they don't watch out!
Objective: Take part in the scenario training exercises and give the officers a run for their money!
PAY: 1,000 Ryo and 200 EXP.

Kaku idly studied the text within his grasp, it's fragile white container fluttering with frustrating frequency in the breeze. Making the act of observation and continual comprehension more then just a little frustrating. In any case, it was a suitably complete guide, including the details of the organisation, their location, name and a whole range of innate things that didn't really concern Kaku.
Behind the Boucher lay an official looking document, stamped with the seal of Kusa's administration office.

'Don't you think it's amusing,' came the black silky whisper of the Prince cloaked in the void, his carnal position in the rear of the group perfectly suited for leaning over a shoulder and whispering into any open ear.
'that Shinobi need a mundane enforcement group. It's obvious that all the Kage is doing is appealing to their own self-worth. They don't want to be protected by children and teenagers do they?'
It made sense in some twisted fashion, and none of the other personas took the time to disagree with the more scrupulous entities among their number.
While his wisdom was sometimes overly cynical and doubtful of human behaviour, he occasionally handed out good analysis of certain situations. And sometimes it was easier to just go along with it rather then listen to some of the more inspired renditions of creative cussing that were stored within Kaku's mind.

After a brief period of walking, the distinctly feminine tones of the Warseer piped up from his immediate right, and as they did, the strange notion of walking in lockstep with something that he couldn't actually perceive was felt. His shadow having risen from the ground and moulded itself into a shade more benefiting of a three dimensional humanoid form.
'As to what will our actions be should they prove to be less then accommodating to our actions?'
The responses from the other three were fairly predictable and synonymous.
None of them were above using force to get their way.
A lone finger traced the large scar that rested on his face.
Sometimes he could forget the sensation. Others times he couldn't. But the smell still haunted him. That was the single remaining sense that he just couldn't rid himself of.

[aramlyis]

'The saviour hath no saviour, the champion hath no lord. None above save the stars.'
It was a rough translation from the archaic characters that boldly stood -imprinted by a forceful hand- into the stone archway that lead directly into the headquarters of the Police Forces. Glancing to either side, Kaku noted with some satisfaction that the whole place wouldn't take him more then two minutes to level, depending on the amount of chakra he was willing to sacrifice. It was approximately three times his dominion range, so it might take a while to sweep up all the pesky life forms litering the area, but he was fairly stealthy and had the capacity to bypass the doors without setting off any alarms. Of which there were sure to be plenty.

As he glided through the fronts gates, Kaku paused momentarily to give the sliding panels that sat -suspended- on two rails running above and below the pathway. Kaku paused, momentarily amused and annoyed at the utter ineffectiveness of such a protection.
Suddenly the mission looked more like teaching the cops a bit more then just some basic combat, but protocol and the like. Passive policies to employed in both the work place and the field.
But he still had to deal with the fact that they were probably going to be less then receptive of his ideals, so it would be a subtly approached thing. Which would require conversing more then he would like with the Chaos Prince.
The aspect of his personality that did contain the more manipulative elements.

However, before such a dialogue could be negotiated, the Farseer broke in, some nerves shown in her tones.
'Does anyone know what manner of weaponry they are equipped with?'
The mighty form of the Primarch rubbed whatever was left of his chin in a grousing manner. 'Clubs of some design would be the closest approximation. Adapted for disarming as well I'd suppose.'
There was a small silence before, 'And how certain of that ARE you exactly? We can't bank on them being armed with blunt weapons, it's equally likely they could be equipped with blades. Observation trumps theory, every time.'

Maybe it was because Kaku was getting older, and getting gradually more cynical, but this was most certainly sound logic wasn't it? 'No, it's behaving rationally,' growled the Prince. 'logic is far beyond you clumsy apes.'

[aramlyis]

"It's a pleasure to have you with us..." Mentally Kaku groaned. The tone was enough for anyone to grimace under. It seeped with disrespect and forced compliance. "Just Kaku will do Major. I'm not hear to perform an audit."
The commanding officer of the day looked down suspiciously from his superior height, spilt snachez moustache quivering with some emotion. Probably angry, mused Kaku, his eyes flicking around the room as the pair strode towards the central training grounds. The Major was not a young man, but he did not show the signs of age, being the longest serving officer in the area usually meant that he had been on the job since he was fifteen. Just a bit older then Kaku.
And what did that mean for Kaku and his entourage?
Condensing tones? Of course, it then turned out to be the moment for back luck as the Major then spoke again.
"And what exactly do you do then? You one of 'dem fancy gimmicks Shinobi?" It was a fair guess (right as well) Kaku was hardly the most beefed out of Shinobi, and spent most of his time avoiding physical combat.
So instead Kaku nodded, but spoke anyway, just in case the Major hadn't seen. "I am, although in truth, it won't mak-"

The Major snorted, looked amused now, but that glint within his twin hazel orbs had shifted somehow. As if it had identified a weakness.
"It won't make a difference huh? Are you saying we're took weak to even have a proper arms man sent to us?"
Kaku resisted the urge to say it wasn't him who was saying it, but the administration in that white building back up the hill.
"It means that they sent someone who has to rely more heavily on being tricky then someone who can casually brush aside most things."
That had been the Primarch speaking, part of his character resounded quite deeply with the Major, and could sympathise slightly with his position.

It appeared that the answer satisfied the Major, warrior enough to know that combat was more frequency decided by brains rather then brawn. Especially against the few versus the many which was the usual situation that the police forces found themselves in.

[aramlyis]

Meeting the people he was supposed to instruct was remarkably similar to how he imagined one would go about greeting a girlfriend's parents.
'Yes I'm feeling up your sperm droppings, but we're going to be nice to each other just for a good show aren't we fellas?'
Grunting to himself, Kaku paused in his musing as he blocked yet another swing from the cadet he was sparing with.
He had said to the Major that he'd fall in line with the troops themselves first as just another recruit. He'd deliver his report to the Major later on, and help assist with the instruction under the guise of someone older. He'd probably make himself completely unrecognisable just for his own personal security.
And was it his imagination, or had the Major paired him up with the buffest kid in the group? Still, whatever manner of physical work this farm boy had done, it wasn't going to be enough to win the battle today.

True to the Primarch's assessment, they used Jian's clubs specifically altered for pinning, trapping and twisting wrists. Slightly more painful then simply disarming, but nonetheless effective.
Unfortunately, the boy he had been paired with used it in a similar fashion to a a sword, attempting to make motions with it that would only really be effective if you had more range and a sharper edge. It was for this reason that Kaku was consecutively beating him.
Because he seemed to be stuck on the use of the batton to cleave his opponent in half, and while he had the physical mass to do something of the like with the appropriate blade, his motions were continually intercepted pinned and disarmed via his own disarming handle. Which was something Kaku had to be careful about now, as it appeared the kid was getting the main focus of his strategy, and was now more about smacking his wrist until he dropped it, having learned that clashing the Jian's together was a game of speed and intuition, something that he lacked.

Through the battle, Kaku used it to organise his thoughts, regarding how to best re-organise the combat structure. Weaving beneath a blow, he felt the baton clip his ear, sending the delicate organ a flame with rushing blood as the sensation of pain lanced through the side of his head, not dissimilar to a hot needle.
How on earth the females could stand getting their ears pierced was beyond him. Using one hand to cover his injured organ in pure reflex, Kaku adjusted his stance and engaged.

:Later:

"I saw you tearin' it up with young Ricco back there."
It had been a slightly awkward silence when Kaku hand snuck into the Major's office and locked the door. He pretended he couldn't see the normally decorative sword had been moved to a more optimal location for it's traditional purpose.
"I'd hardly say it was an uneven fight Major, he'll be a force to be reckoned with once he's trained up."
The unsaid words of 'for this level' lingered between them.
Kaku nervously coughed and handed a couple of sheets of paper to the Major.
"What's this?"
Kaku paused to allow him a few seconds of reading to answer his own question by backing it up with his own words.
"My synopsis of your work here." It included the flaws Kaku had seen with the group, not enough grappling in co-ordination with the Jian, a lack of portal shield to fend off projectiles (apparently there was armour, but to Kaku, you need a more active policy for half of the things that could be tossed around.) he'd also looked at some basic forms, turning side on to your opponent, removing the ideal of 'power swings' from the arsenal and incorporating some measure of uniformity. Discipline was important to a small group such as this, and lacking it severely reduced their effectiveness.

Worming his way out of actually strutting around and telling the veterans and the newcomers alike hadn't been hard at all, they were far more likely to listen to the Major then himself, and Kaku found that jived just fine with him. He'd done his part.

As he exited the gate, Kaku took one last glimpse at the motto above the portal.

Non est salvatori salvator,
neque defensori dominus,
nec pater nec mater,
nihil supernum.

'Heh, damn right'
[exit]