A Spoonful of Whiskey. Feb 7, 2013 19:42:59 GMT -8
Post by Estilo on Feb 7, 2013 19:42:59 GMT -8
A Spoonful of Whiskey
Details: If you grew up in Kumogakure no Sato, I'm sure you've heard rumors of the elusive "mountain-folk". They're a faction of backcountry, hillbilly non-ninja who live in secret in the mountains south of our beloved village. Since the Great Catastrophe, we haven't had much problems with them. They would keep to themselves, and we would leave them alone. But now reports are coming in of strange disappearances along our borders-- citizens of ours being taken captive, to be either ransomed, killed, robbed, or all of the above. To make matters worse, the "mountain-folk" have started brewing and selling an illegal (and deadly) liquor called "Rocket Whiskey". We've been asked to put a stop to them, rescue any captives, and ruin their whiskey operation once and for all. This is our time to shine, team. Don't let us down.
Restrictions: One-time use. Team Gunjin exclusive.
Reward: 75 EXP, 5000 RYO.
N P C Sozin Hallstrom
I waited for them at the southern gate, tapping the tune to a favorite song of mine, as I leaned against one of the stone pillars there. Today, I was garbed in a stone-grey long-sleeved shirt, a black Jounin's vest, black trousers, and a pair of customized, and padded, shinobi tabi. My satchels were filled with the equipment I would need for this mission-- which wasn't much, to be honest. After all, I would be leaving the brunt of the work to my squad, and only chime in when I had to. Regardless, I had felt the need to come to this endeavor looking as professional as I usually was when attending to actual Jounin-ranked missions.
It had been a couple of weeks since we had met in the Tatsuya Cafe and, sadly, it seemed we weren't going to be able to take the mission we had intended to take. With so much having happened since our last meeting-- including the death of our Raikage's-- the council had asked us to take the training of our squad members slowly. To minimize the risk of further death, and try not to go abroad while we waited for Kumogakure no Sato to reach its prime once more. And, frankly, I agreed. But I could tell that my team was still looking for a little action. So I had chosen an assignment that I felt met all of the requirements.
Once the entire team was here, I could explain all of this to them. The letter I'd sent them all, after all, had been pretty vague on the subject. Turning my slate-grey eyes to the streets of Kumogakure no Sato, I wondered whether Denkou was doing alright. I had heard from a few peers of mine that the others were doing relatively fine, actively participating in missions of their own, but Denkou... no one I knew had any idea where the kid was, or what he was doing, or whether he was still around for that matter. Having sent a letter to his house as well, however, I supposed I would get an answer today. His absence would definitely be a drawback here. But I was sure it'd be nothing too serious.
My gloved hands clasped one another as I stretched my arms forward, issuing a brief yawn. I should have had some coffee before this. But, and rather peculiar for me, I had woken up in a rush this morning. I'd taken a shower, prepared my gear, and chosen my weaponry for the entirety of the my first hour of wakefulness that I had plum forgot to eat. And, when I realized that I needed to do so, it was too late. I had been forced to leave then, in order to ensure that I arrived here on time. Now that I was waiting, however, I regretted not being able to take my time earlier. Did the prospect of leading this team really have me so worked up and excited?