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  1. The nausea and dizziness only lasts for 3 posts, but I can shorten this if you think I should. Only the ruptured eardrums last, but they would be easy to heal with a medical technique I think. Does anything else need to change?
  2. The young, short man waited patiently for his newfound partner, the girl and this jounin now forming a three man squad. Aside from theoretical history references, Mono had no particular clue that squads existed so rigidly in a four man unit until Jinpachi remarked as much, but he found himself pleased that it would only be the pair of them with him; he would have fewer people to learn of and work with, as well as fewer people from which to conceal his true identity. Plus, a squad of this small size would doubtlessly prove extremely maneuverable and swift in its actions, something which an assassin valued very highly. He listened attentively to his new sensei as he introduced himself, but visibly startled when the man asked him for his own life story. Monogatari did not usually have to convey historical information, especially about himself. Before speaking, he bowed deeply to the pair, each in their turn, showing the utmost of respect. "My name is Monogatari, as Jinpachi-sama said. It his pleasurable to meet the both of you. I, too, come from the streets with no family of my own. Up until only recently I worked where I could as a low-grade assassin for hire, and even though I am now a fully fledged ninja," he hesitated, not desiring to reveal his rampant shortcomings, "I-I have no notable skills as of yet beyond what my body can achieve on its own and the most basic of techniques taught at the academy. I am sorry for my failure, but I promise I will not fail either of you."
  3. Characters Involved | Chikamatsu and Shisui (Peridot) Link to the Missions | Overview | Monogatari and Shisui were paired up to prevent a crazy old man from killing a nurse. They succeeded, but not before feeling one another out. Then later they were paired again to collect some spider silk and Shisui collected some spiders too and gave Mono his calling card. Shisui is crazy but Monogatari does not seem to mind.
  4. Receiving a missive by bird was a bit of a novelty for the young warrior, but Monogatari read the message and prepared himself anyway, donning his normal garb which covered nearly every inch of flesh in a thick wrapping of bandages. The name of the sender raised a small bell in his mind, he recalling that this Jinpachi person should serve as his sensei in the time leading up to chunin exams and would lead him and others on more difficult missions than he had already taken. With any luck, this man would know more of ninjutsu and, if possible, the wind element and could help Mono in learning more of his current proficiency. Plus, if he knew of bukijutsu he would be able to help Monogatari train for one of his truer passions. He did wonder if a ninja team had a real need of an assassin, for as of now, the young man could provide little in the way of support, though some additional ninjutsu techniques may very well change all of that. For now, he made his way quickly go to the arranged meeting spot, a more secluded area at the edge of town whereupon he found a man in an outfit befitting a true warrior of shadows. Mono found himself impressed but did not allow his massive, dark eyes to betray him, instead slinking up to his sensei with the classic gait of deathly stillness that he possessed. He bowed upon find the man, speaking as he did. "Monogatari, here for the mission. You are Jinpachi-sama, correct?"
  5. He listened intently as the other man explained the production of the silk and the various sorts of glands and proteins involved in the material's creation, his head bobbing slightly as he listened, hands gathering up the silk they were to collect almost absently. He had found himself so engrossed in Shisui's description that a small spider, still held within the nest, attempted to bite his hand, though the thick wrappings of cloth prevented its fangs from actually finding his flesh. He stared at the creature as it dangled from his arm before shaking it off, the eight-legged beast flying into the grass somewhere unseen. The boy had impressed him with his knowledge of the spiders; he had initially assumed he was a jumpy lunatic with smarts erring more on the street side than the academic, but that assumption had been proven wrong. He turned then, picking up the reams of silk he had gathered, and moved nearer the house, depositing them into a wicker basket for just such an occasion. Monogatari had easily gathered up enough to pass the mission on his own and, in between killing and stealing spiders, Shisui appeared to have also grabbed a bit of the larger silk strands as well. Finished, he would beckon his partner over to return to the village and collect their pay, though he did have something to ask. As they strode away, he spoke up, quietly enough that the man in the house could not hear them. "You took some of the big spiders, right? The mutated ones? Can you reproduce their glands with your medical knowledge? You say it's been hard to reproduce the silk, but could you crate some kind of genetic rewrite that would let someone produce silk and enhance it with chakra to expedite the production?"
  6. Jutsu Name | Heavenly Speech Bounded Voice Jutsu Type | Offensive Ranking | C Element(s) | Wind Specialty(s) | Ninjutsu Energy Cost | 25 Handsigns | Bird Monkey Dragon Range | 15 m Duration | Instant Description | After completing the hand seals, the user can exhale up to two bullets of wind. These bullets are one cubic inch in size and very difficult to see, as they are made of compressed air. These bullets have no damaging abilities. When they strike a surface or reach the edge of their maximum travel distance they will explode in a gust of wind of three cubic meters in radius which will feel like a strong breeze to anyone caught within the area. This explosion pushes all of the air out of that zone in roughly one second, after which the air will rush back in, again feeling like a strong breeze. The removal of the air in that region causes the air pressure to rapidly fall to nearly zero and as the inner body cannot keep up with this unexpected drop in pressure, it ruptures the eardrums of whoever is in the area. This causes deafness until treated by a medic as well as minor bleeding and intense pain. Other Effects | After rupturing the ear drum, victims suffer extreme nausea and loss of balance for three posts. Requirements | Chikamatsu Status | Personal
  7. He nodded as Akane spoke, agreeing that traps were often the best plan of attack, especially in situations such as these where they had the ability to preemptively prep and area and lure their targets to it if the need arose. "I agree, let's gather some information and then lay a trap. I confess," he hesitated, his prior training all telling him that showing weakness when weakness existed was, at all times, a major folly. However, he wanted to trust his partner and would like that she trust him. "I confess I am very unversed in ninja techniques and can do little beyond the most basic abilities taught in the academy. I have not yet found a teacher to help instruct me in ninjutsu." He nodded then, reassuring himself of their plan. "But we will succeed, I have no doubt." With that, if Akane had nothing else to say, he would be off to ask some of the people who lived near the edge of the village about their experience with the sounds they had heard, particularly those, like the lumberjacks, who ventured frequently into the wood. He learned that the noises picked up most often around these times, though it was by no means consistent. Still, there was a solid foundation for searching today and the men he spoke to claimed that they most often heard the voices and such coming from an area near a small cave off a ways to the east. He returned then back to their initial meeting location, assuming it the best place to regroup, and sought to find Akane. "The loggers who live just within the forest say that they hear the sounds coming from the east, down by a small cave. No one has gone over there recently so it will probably be a little overgrown. It's the prefect place to set a trap up, in case we need to lure anyone into it."
  8. The intermittent sound of whistling rung out as the two made their way off to the woods, but Mono paid it no mind, choosing instead to focus on the mission. However, he found this incredibly difficult as he could not envision what could possibly warrant two people to do a job clearly intended for one. The mission had even included information on the spiders, their sizes, and the way in which their venom tended to interact with the human body. Not a medic himself, Monogatari still understood that he was probably a bit more vulnerable to the effects as compared to, say, someone of larger stature or body fat. Still, the required dosage to even cause extreme nausea was severely high. Perhaps the client was also a murderous madman? But luckily, he had brought with him his own one of those in the form of Shisui. He rolled his giant eyes as his partner rambled on about killing the spiders. Mono, naturally, hardly cared what the other man did with the spiders, save the fact that killing to many of them would result in their not getting paid, but he could not really understand any reason to kill them. They were just spiders, why waste energy murdering them? Unless he had some deeper plan for them, but the assassin highly, highly doubted that anything of the sort held true. "I don't really care what you do with the spiders, but don't fail this mission. I want to get paid." He couldn't really help himself from grinning as his partner agreed to only kill nine, "just for him." And with that brief exchange, they were off, Mono speaking with the silk man and Shisui rushing off to harvest some silk. He apologized for his rash partner before requesting one of the small jars of live insects that the man used to feed the monstrous arachnids. When he got outside to find Shisui screwing around with a kunai. He saw, also, why the silk was so prized: the spiders, in their extreme size, created very think and powerful silk which could easily be used in very sturdy constructions. A useful thing to have, no doubt. Unscrewing the lid of the jar, the assassin poured a bit of bugs into a collection of webs which had strands going up to multiple nests, the insects' struggling sending waves of vibrations up the threads and into the homes of the hungry beasts. In no time, a host of eight-legged terrors strutted down to their captured prey to begin feeding, allowing the man to easily extract a few handfuls of silk. "You're a medic, right? How do these things make this silk?"
  9. He had waited for some time, though not anything approaching the unbearable wait some people gave. Luckily, he was not in any particular hurry today as his assignment required only that he go and collect some silk with the help of a partner, something which did not feel as if it warranted the difficulty normally given of a B rank mission but, regardless. Unluckily, his partner was once again that crazy Doctor Doom, Shisui. Monogatari had forgotten the man's last name, but recognized him on sight as he approached in a... white jump suit of some sort. He wore the headband of the village, something which Mono generally scoffed at. Though perhaps it was not actually unlucky after all, for while he did seem crazy, Mono found him terribly amusing and he, if nothing else, kept his wits about him. He probably wouldn't trust him unconditionally, but if both of their lives were in danger, it would be better to have him at his back than a coward. Naturally, the incumbent immediately began shouting some string of rather inappropriate ramblings. Mono pushed off the tree he leaned against, rolling his gigantic eyes as the other boy yelled and ranted about... men and women and sausage fests and what not. Monogatari honestly found the village to have a fairly predictable split between men and woman and have recently attended a mission with a chunin kunoichi, but he didn't bother commenting on that. It sounded to him that Shisui meant his use of friend sarcastically, but he also used the word friend, which felt more or less important; for all of the guy's posturing, he seemed to have also come around to the presence of his partner. Plus, they worked fairly well together. "You ask me to transform into a woman so you can stare at my ass but I'm the faggot? Yeah sure, ok." He turned then to lead the way off to the spider's layer, the man's hut existing not far out from the village itself, which was fortunate. Honestly, it confused the young ninja why this bizarre man had decided to harvest spider's silk rather than the more common and easier to obtain silkworm casing, but who was to say? He had a sneaking suspicion that such a decision would have provided a much more lucrative business for the man, but such decisions were not his place; the village paid him to harves the man's spider silk for him and, as such, that's what he would do. A few meters prior to walking into the clearing the man lived in, Mono spoke once more. "You do know we aren't supposed to kill all of his spiders, right?"
  10. The short man smiled as the woman spoke, finding the new nickname rather amusing, though most of the facial movement was hidden by the bands of fabric which coated his body. Still, those massive, dark eyes crinkled at lit up, a clear sign of amusement, good will, or both. As Akane made her way out of the elaborate and richly furnished complex, Mono followed suit, a half pace behind and to the woman's left. They moved mostly in silence, though a companionable one which, at least to the short man, did not feel stilted or stifling. When finally they reached the outskirts of the village, their position indicating that their mission was soon to begin in proper, the chunin spoke up again, chastising the man for his formalities. "Forgive me, Akane-sama." He reflexively moved to bow but caught himself an inch into the motion, re-straightening his posture and brushing his hand on the back of his head in embarrassment. "I was raised in a very conservative household." He snickered a bit at her accusation before adding, "And no, I do not think you are ugly; quiet the opposite in fact." He then turned to the forest, a dense expanse of brown and green, bark and leaf, before readying himself for what was to come. Akane was likely correct and a small band of missing ninja, or perhaps even villagers just goofing off, but preparedness would serve the pair well. Before departing into the trees, he turned once more and spoke, attempting to catch the eye of the woman, "Have you any advanced methods of tracking? I unfortunately do not, but if they continue to make noise it should not be difficult to pinpoint their location." And with a final, brief point of communication, they pair would be off, dashing into the forest, at which point Monogatari would fall into a pace at the equivalent of a brisk job, swift enough to cover a large expanse of land but slow enough to be able to observe everything that was going on around them and to avoid potential traps.
  11. Mission Name [Entity] | Silk Farming! [Flame] Mission Type | Village Mission Ranking | B-Rank Repeatable? | Yes Mission Description | A man in Midori forest has a small hut where he tends to and regulates his silk farm for profit. He collects spider silk while caring for three large underground pens of Wood Spiders. Help him collect the silk and do not get bitten so many times you need hospitalization. -The mission is failed if more than 10 spiders are killed, anyone is bitten too many times, or if a nest is destroyed. Mission NPCs | 1 B-Ranked Large Spider's Nest {Non-Lethal} 3 C-Ranked Small Spider's Nests {Non-Lethal} Nest Details: The large nests above are equal to 3 small nests and contain larger more dangerous species of aggressive spiders which are poisonous. Being bitten by 2 spiders can cause inflammation and infection, while 4 can cause nausea and dizziness. More than 6 can cause paralysis or death. A large nest contains 15 spiders. The small nests contain small bunches of nonlethal though aggressive biting spiders, though being bitten more than 5 times results in numbness, inflammation, and possible infection. A small nest contains 10 spiders. Word Count | 1000 WC per person Requirements | Must be done with at least one other person. Flame. Another day had brought onto the plate of the young man another mission, this one with a partner. He was not entirely sure who to expect for his partner today as the mission scroll in question did not specify anything of the sort, but he prepared himself in any capacity for any scenario. He donned his typical mission garb, the concealing bandages which obfuscated most of his body and the vast majority of his face, revealing only two, massive dark eyes and a collection of spiky silver tufts of hair. Beyond this, he wore a simple, tightly fitted black t-shirt and a pair of loose but well made black pants, terminating in matching boots. He had brought a few weapons with him, tucked safely into two small pouches at his hips, and otherwise waited here for the person he was to meet. He leaned up against the side of a tree in a small park in the village, his rather minuscule frame partially hidden among those who had ventured out to enjoy the lovely weather of the day. However, with his clearly mission-ready attire, any partner who wanted to find him would easily be able to locate him, especially since he had left word with the office of the kage that he would wait in this location just down the street. @Peridot
  12. He stood calmly, in an display of almost utter stillness, as people chattered around and, occasionally, to him. One of the women who served as some sort of receptionist had completely collapsed onto the desk in a fit of laughter, though Mono could hardly figure out why. As time moved along, he began to feel that he had been somehow made the butt of an elaborate joke, elaborate for the reason that he could not identify what on earth these people found so comical. When asked if they could help him, he looked over to the giggling masses with a curious look on his face, not entirely sure what to make of the question or how exactly to respond; he'd come to complete a mission with a more experienced shinobi, certainly they knew that, right? Before he could formulate something to say, another voice sounded, a woman who scolded them moderately and indicated that she had instructed the boy to knock. Perhaps this was Akane-sama? It must have been. She made it to the door, which the pair of secretaries who no longer laughed had opened wide, and told him not to worry about the others. He bowed deeply to her, a sign of extreme respect, before speaking, and when finally he opened his mouth he did not meet her in the eye, again to signify his deference to her as the squad leader. "Yes Akane-same. But it is Monogatari, my name that is. You are Akane-sama, correct?" Before departing he wanted to make sure he had found the right sensei and his eyes flared a look of mild panic at the thought that he had located the wrong person. Not only would these women laugh more at him, but he would have become utterly lost. Perhaps that was why they had laughed in the first place, knowing he had made such a rookie error. "I think I may have come to the wrong place. Please forgive me." His high, clear voice rang out even as he entered another, deeper bow that previously.
  13. To himself, he snickered at the overreaction on the part of his partner, though he never broke his precise and casual step. He had briefly worried that this other man would not react at all, or that he was too focused on something else to even notice, but eventually a blade was drawn in err at the terrifying sight of a box of mints. He had attempted to play it off with a crude joke, but Monogatari found it utterly amusing all the same. Jumpy it seemed. But that was good, it showed that for all of his posturing and grandeur, Shisui was actually taking things at least a little seriously. That impressed the silver haired man, if only slightly. "Master doctor? According to whom?" He let the question hang, not necessarily searching for a real answer and simply continuing. They were almost upon the hospital, and thus the majority of their day's work. Of course, when he - in the guise of this woman - confirmed the plan with his partner, he could not help but snicker when he saw Shisui's eyes grope up and down his body. He paused at the more or less calming words given by his partner to this fool Keita, which caused him to almost instantly lower the scalpel, though the hostage was not yet free. Enter the wife, sullenly moving into the room and searching around with an expertly placed gaze of desperation. "Oh my Keita! I thought something... I thought something terrible had happened." She opened her arms then, a small purse Mono had nicked from a table in the hall falling to the floor, and Keita dropped the knife completely, running over to his long lost but yet beloved wife. The assassin found it almost too easy, to think that this man was so easily disarmed, but he supposed it made sense. He inclined his now blond head to the woman, looking for eye contact with his partner and indicating to do something with her, though he was not exactly sure what; he feared that he had his partner lacked the fundamentally required levels of empathy to effectively engage in rescue missions. Maybe just put her on the bed or something. When the husband game to his wife, he found himself smashing into the ground, his right arm having suddenly been wrenched behind his back by the person he thought he had married, but who had died some time ago. Apprehended, Mono returned to his regular appearance in a puff of smoke and handed the man off to the hospital guards. "Well, nice work. I'll see you around I guess, Great Doctor Shisui." The title came with not a little sarcasm, but he tossed the box of mints to the man anyway before turning to exit, on to the next set of endeavors.
  14. Update Type | Missions Update Name | Update Training | Update Ryo | 600 ryo and 25 exp spend 100 for 5 shuriken and 5 kunai Update Links |
  15. Monogatari simply scoffed, audibly, as his crazed partner attempted to taunt him. The silver haired assassin did not know this man and so would not underestimate him, but he also had no reason to respect his fellow genin beyond the simple respect given to anyone. He did not care about how or in what manner the other would attempt to goad him for he placed no real value in his opinion. Beyond the scoffing noise, the man did not say anything by way of response to the ill-thought insults. He did, however, put his right hand into his pocket, the side of his body which was closest to Shisui, and rummaged around for a brief second or two, clearly searching for something. Then, with a snapping motion, he withdrew his prize, pulling it with a controlled smoothness and swiftness as one might extract a kunai. A flash glinted off the metal casing, the bright sun of the country flaring in a blinding halo. The man's thumb flicked open the small case of mints, whereupon he extracted one and, using his opposite hand to pull down a couple of wrappings, popped it into his mouth. "Mint?" he offered, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Regardless of whether this other boy accepted the offer, he would continue. "I'm Monogatari. I work primarily as an assassin. Who are you?" The brief test concluded, he would slow as they approached the hospital, his hands coming together to form the seal for the transformation jutsu. As he did, he spoke, mist surrounding his figure as he underwent his metamorphosis. "I will pose as this man's wife as these two handle the sake. You will bring in the suitcase on that cart, which is supposed to be filled with ryo. Between me, the sake, and the ryo, we will have ample time to find an opening in which he is distracted. At that point, you save the hostage by disarming the man, in any manner you feel." His speech would bring them just outside the hospital doors and upon entering there would be no time to chat any longer or turn back. The smoke had cleared, revealing where once he had been a blond haired woman, busty beyond compare, with long locks falling down to her posterior. She was older, perhaps late thirties, but had retained a youthful glow, though she had a narrow face and sharply slanted eyes. In his new form, he would turn to his partner, awaiting any further objections before they could finish the mission.