Royalties Lack Common Sense(Mission)

Tue May 31, 2016 12:06 am

Mission:

It was supposed to be an easy mission they said. It'll be fun! They said. It seemed as if these two assumptions were far from the truth so far. Having to travel quite some distance outside of the village in order to reach the last sighting of this dumbass royal scum, it seemed like the day was just beginning. Making his way downtown to this area in the overheated sun, surrounded by sand and wastelands, this was fun alright. Earlier the day, about the morning actually now being noon, he was prepped with the mission of recovering some royalty who lost their way towards the village. Idiot they were, the road to Hoshigakure was extremely easy. Though faint, the sand roads were for sure an option to aide in the guidance towards the village, but Tentei supposed royals were too good for common sense.

He had finally reached the last spotted area of this royalty, though to be fair if they were spotted Tentei wasn't sure why the spottee didn't retrieve them and help him avoid this whole damned situation. Now he would look aimlessly at the area surrounding him, sand. Bloody deserts, at least their wasn't a sandstorm. Only still air, the beating sun, and hot sand to only make it worse. However, as Tentei already began to lose the urge to find this royal and claim his reward, he was brought to by a tree in the short distance. From there he would walk, scoping the area for a bit of a lead-way for the deserter, and in order to gather the information he was given of the person in question. Female. Blond, like him. Young, but still mature looking. A bit pale, emerald like eyes, and a tattoo of what was supposed to seem like a scar right beneath her right eye. Description seemed fair, but who knows where she would of gone.

There was a bit of hope though. Supposedly he and a soon to arrive comrade were given a tip off of some rag tag gang throughout the desert, called Jaws of Grima. Sounding sadistic. Tentei liked sadistic. Though sadly he wasn't here to make friends, he was here to retrieve and kill. Marking the area he was in thanks to the info given, he had a general idea where a hideout would be. Looking forward now leaning on the tree, they both would actually be going towards the same direction Tentei stared towards. The wondrous desert. Tentei would head out toward this direction, cursing the blazing sun while doing so. It was a long and treacherous walk, honestly annoying. At first he believed it to be a bad idea to head out so far without his team featuring Pein and Taike. However, they would most likely catch up soon enough, knowing the direction to go as well.

Soon though, he was met by a small sand hut which was out of the blue. Their was small inscriptions on the side of the door which read the word "Grima" thoroughly, someone untouched by the many sandstorms that would be present in this area. Most likely meant that this cult took pride in who they were, and it was very recent someone was here. Good. Opening the door, the first thing Tentei saw was a flight of stairs going downwards, lit by torches throughout the small hallway. So it was an underground hideout, interesting enough. Tentei entered this place, and proceeded to walk down the stairs, until he gazed his eyes upon an open room once coming out of the corridor. It was of course a sand room, but the sand seemed to hold itself and not collapse on the artitchect. It was relatively bland, though having torches lit in a symmetrical fashion throughout the whole room. Tentei was about 15 feet up from the main area below,where he was able to see the enemies and the beloved royal. To his left and right were another flight of stairs which would bring him down to the main room.

The royal was tied up in the middle of the room, most likely to keep a good eye on her. The kidnappers were scattered throughout the 20 meter room, tending to their own needs like sleep, drinking, or even sparring with one another. Tentei was covered behind the balcony that he used to peer over the ledge and scout out the area. However, at this point he had went a bit too far of what he intended to do. He would now wait up for his team, and brief them if they were to arrive anytime soon.

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