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[aramlyis]

BAR CRAWL BUST-UP!
RANK: C
DESCRIPTION: Alike any other village, Kusagakure has its own fair share of dodgy bars which only the physically strong would dare enter, and after the police was recently called in to break up a large fight in Kusagakure’s worst, the Metal seal, they’ve chosen to ask Shinobi to help them on their rounds when fights break loose, in so that they have some more back-up to prevent things from getting too out of hand. You can either choose to wait until the police call you to join them in some part of the village to help keep the peace, or choose to go undercover in any of Kusagakure’s bars, and stop any potential fights from starting- And stop already existing ones!
OBJECTIVE: Help the police prevent and stop drunken fights in the village!
PAY: 1,000 Ryo and 200 EXP.

Kaku took a moment to orientate himself, the scrap of paper in his fingers tugging at the wind (or was it visa versa) in it's desperate attempts to escape his hold. What he was expected to do now was anyone's guess. He'd successfully located the Metal Seal as far as he could tell, but there didn't appear to be any signs showing it's location. Just a couple of footprints etched in stone with the greying colour of blood as the bacteria began their day's work. There was also a small mound of something a few steps away from the doorway that smelled pretty damn ripe, so the Genin naturally assumed that it was the regurgitated meal of one of the patron's who had gotten drunk last night. The footprint slap bang in the middle of it seemed like it had happened before the fight, which could prove to be an important detail if anyone there could remember the chronological sequence of events.
Mounting the stairs, Kaku entered in the tucked away prolific club that was the heart and soul of Kusagakure's night life.

'Slaneesh is strong here, the scent of pleasure lingers.' A creasing of the brows from the Farseer was directed towards the shady figure at the rear of Kaku's landscape, disapproving of the implied message.
The metallic and organic being calmly leveled a single finger at the female, his tone accusing as he rebuttled her under the grounds that she was similarly cursed, and that her very culture and degenerated due to the overriding influence of meaningless arts and processions.
Apparently Kaku was feeling self-conflicted today, if nothing else, the mental avatars of himself were useful indicators of his personal status, something he wasn't always terribly good at monitoring.
But as he reawakened his eyes from their slumber within their lids, he cast about his now expanded irises to observe the room, only light to the bare minimum.
'So that the men have an excuse when their hands wonder,' quipped the Prince, his bleached teeth flashing in flaunted amusement at the Farseer's fluster. It was strange that one part of himself wanted to protect a innocence he had given up when he had donned the headband of the village, soon after coming to verbal blows with the Kage of the Village. If anything that particular memory had been buried under the events of the Chunin Exams.
But introspection was a activity only held when time provided such a privilege, and it seemed that the clock was tolling for it's attention with the heavy thud of full grown men were registered as it's ticks and tocks.

No rest for the wicked wasn't it?

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The door clicked open, and the people of the arranged appointment wandered in, a handful of people, all of whom were slightly familiar. It didn't feel like the long term sort of relationship, just someone he had seen one before in stressful situations or something of the like.
Kaku pondered it monetarily just as the head-huncho of the group seemed to be doing as well. Eventually it was the Primach (Kaku) who broke the silence.
"Major, you seem well enough. I trust your speech went well?"
This seemed to break the ice that had been slowly been developing over both parties as flashes of recognition made themselves present.
Aforementioned ice cracked and then freezed over again. There was no lost love between the two parties. It happened to be that the young fellow that Kaku ahd spared against was also in the party, and was look with some horror at the headband that lay lazily over Kaku's face.
"You....you were..." Damn, recognition from a past mission could be troublesome.
"At your birthday party?" Snapped Kaku in response his annoyance at the situation leaking into his voice somewhat. Clicking his teeth together in irritation, Kaku threw himself onto one of the plushy sofas scattered like blood red snowflakes throughout the white marble room.
"I'll assume that you've already started your investigation Major?"
The elder nodded, his gaze having left Kaku by now and swept around the room, searching for something. Of what, or of which description, Kaku was clueless. But he was the police man, so he probably knew more of this 'forensic' business then Kaku.
They were concerned about capturing the fellow, Kaku was of the more holistic viewpoint of simply slitting his throat or putting whoever had done this out of commission for a couple of weeks. Any et all of these options were perfectly acceptable to the Shinobi council. Well, maybe aside from the killing thing. Of course, involving the police had been an optional thing, but Kaku had long ago learned that you only took risks when you were certain to have foreseen all eventualities.
And as there was nearly no one alive who could safely make that claim, Kaku had been content with providing himself with a little extra muscle in case things got a little out of hand.
Out of hand meaning busting an undercover drug gang or something equally important at this level of achievement.
And so discussion began as to which location they would stake out, the signals, the safe words, the people to look out for. And on it went.

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So it turned out that they were going to stake out one of the biggest competitors for the Steal Seal, or whatever it was called. Kaku felt intoxicated just from breathing inside that pungent room, and he most certainly had no taste at all that for particular substance.
The bar they would be dealing with was called The Circled Tavern, and it was indeed a pure circle, and was supposed to be a play on the pun of 'circling the wagons' as the owners had evidently come from a culture where that was a popular reference, and had attempted to make it into a catch line here in Kusa.
It seemed to have worked, and as Kaku stood beneath the gently swaying wooden sign, emblazoned with a circle of mugs and a jug of some liquor. Ah well, the stuff sold didn't it?
Grunting to himself Kuku lazily put his hands together in nervous preparation, and his formed shifted abruptly from child to adult. His new visage and attire were typical of the average working adult, dirty blonde hair, a wide brim hat to keep the sun at bay. Clothes made of cotton, a green shirt and white pants with a buckle. He'd left his shoes the same was normal, white sneakers with a yellow star on the side. Call him sentimental but he rather liked them.

'Is that the time?' Kaku mentally rasped as he glared at the offending hands of the resident clock. 'no wonder I feel like I'm about to fall over.' Kaku lazily glanced around, wondering when the closing hours were.
However it appeared fate wanted to have a premature hand in the shutting down of the nightly festivities as a man cocked back his first and let fly straight into the jaw of another man.
From what he could tell from here, the two had been arguing over the chortling blonde sitting in a chair, evidently flattered by the wine in her system and the attention of the two men. Mentally groaning, Kaku lazily flung a Kunai out the open door where it embedded itself into the sign.
There, now the police waiting outside had their signal. Until then, Kaku needed to attempt to shut down these two before they dealt any damage to the other patrons in the room.

Dashing forwards, Kaku wrapped his leg around the neck of the original offender, his disguise falling away. As he used his momentum to launch the original offender, nicknamed 'Hen' if you accounted for his rather large amount of body hair.
In any case, he was off him, and my legs were around his neck in a sort of choke-hold, and as his hands arose with the intention of removing my appendages from his person, I grasped them with my own.
However he was a fully grown man, and despite my training he was naturally inclined to win, the only saving grace in my favour being his drunken state and his inability to fully muster his strength.
However it looked like it also afforded him some benefits of stupidity, as the fellow promptly rose to a vertical stance and slammed Kaku into a wall.
Groaning slightly, my only response to to tighten the grasp I already had. It looked like lack of oxygen was finally getting to him as he tumbled downwards, face underlined with blues as he wheezed out gasps of air.
But still I maintained it until he was on the edge of consciousness. Only then did I relinquish the potentially lethal grip to remove myself from his body.
The rest of the tavern had been emptied of patrons, and my only company was the stoic presnce of the blue and white uniformed police, each of whom had a certain expression of distaste for my methods.
I mentally cast aside their concern for the man, I knew what I had done, and the job had been completed in any case.
I had sent a signal to anyone who decided it would be a good idea to have a fight in a bar. Some small kid was going to stranglehold you while the police did nothing.
While I couldn't call it a roaring success, it most certainly went according to plan.
[exit]