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Ryo : 2000
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Stealing [Contract]
Sun Apr 23, 2017 1:01 am
Contract: Starting Off Wrong Pt. 1
Task: Living life as a missing-nin is hard. Sometimes you run out of funds to even feed yourself. If you want to survive as a criminal, you will have to learn how to think outside the box. There are many travelers along the borders, especially merchants moving there wares from country to country. Your job is to ambush and steal the merchants wares or their earnings if they have already sold all of their product. Do not get seen stealing or the contract will fail.
There were few opportunities to steal in a safe environment in Island Country because of the distinct lack of safety that existed, at least for those who preferred to dwell in dark places and skirt the law. Though it just made for a better environment to have learned in when one was displaced from one's island homeland after being suddenly orphaned, thought the small and rather morbid boy who was barely peeping out from behind a tree. The objects of his attention weren’t so much the people gathered around the campfire, as he was well aware of exactly what they looked like, or their supplies piled haphazardly nearby but the delightful little chest he could peep, just inside of their tent. It should have had enough to sustain the boy for quite some time, and maybe even get a few supplies for a potential hobby he had in mind. They would be packing a fair amount of ryo to be stolen, or they should have been. Roku had been tracking them for a surprisingly long minute, especially given the absence of any formal discipline to such a task. It was simply what he would need to do survive, every day became a monotony of training and tailing the merchants. They followed set routes, and every day he spent tailing them from a distance and attempting to mimic their countenances with Transformation; the importance and ease of the jutsu was something he had been priorly informed of but never made to practice. Not for the first time in his life, food was scarce and he was running more and more ragged every day with what small rations he had saved himself or picked from his targets. Even so, the real difficulty was that these traders were meant to be bringing more than they seemed to have, at least seven hundred ryo, but that box wouldn’t have nearly that much. Even so, the entire circumstance would make for good training, especially given that he had no jutsu whatsoever under his belt and only had what was maybe most easily traceable bloodline in the world to rely on.
The three men whose stories have yet to be detailed even in part are simple, in both character and business. In the former, they were all fairly unscrupulous when it came to the matter of their entrepreneurial interests, a fact that would be useful. They would purchase supplies such as food and raw materials, then bring said supplies to those in need about the islands. A useful, simple bunch, but not useful enough to have their profits left fully intact. Roku had tailed them on their business ventures for approximately a week, and every three days they would have to go restock. Each day, the careful observation of these folks would make them ideal subjects for practicing the control and precision of his Transformation. Carefully remarking on each individual and their features allowed him to recreate their images, over and over and over again, until he could do so sharply. Whenever they left the village, they brought with them a simple chest with which to carry their revenue, a box that seemed to be different whenever they brought it out; none of the three were all too fond of buying a new, permanent, secure container, such was their greed. The box had been much smaller when they left the most recent time, and each of the three seemed to be putting less money into their little profit container. The reasoning behind such a thing could not be readily determined, although it certainly could be manipulated to an advantage with relative ease, and so the clever child developed a plan to be acted upon the night before their return to the village. If his approximate mathematics were correct then they would only have about two hundred ryo in the chest. It was dark, and when Roku circled around their camp from a long enough distance his clothing made him nigh undetectable save as a wisp of gray in the night. The practiced transformation would be most useful when he enacted the latter part of his plan. Hopefully, it had been refined enough to act as a disguise. As he reached the back of their tent, the three each talking about their surprisingly reduced profits heatedly around the fire, the nature of their fiscal crisis seemed apparent to be not only because of reduced business but because of one of them dipping into the till. Silently listening, the child ninja loosened the stakes at the back of the tent to provide himself enough room to crawl under the canvas. His victims were starting to settle down a bit, preparing to bed down for the night, and that did not bode well for the one in the middle of an infiltration. From halfway under the tent, Roku stretched to the chest and wiggled a couple fingers just under the lid to grab a few ryo. The campfire was stamped out, the light disappearing quite abruptly as he slipped back into the open air. The coins he had taken, though, were no longer in his hands. When he pulled himself free, they had been left just slightly behind and above the head of one of the sleeping bags. Hopefully that would do what work needed done, the seeds were planted and now entropy only needed time.
Roku, having slipped out just in time to avoid being seen, walked back to his tree. He had an advantage that not many average people did in that there was not a minute of his sleep schedule that he couldn’t control. It had always been so chaotic that he had developed a nice internal clock and timer. As such, after he had retreated a certain distance to a small camp of his own, it became no issue to fall asleep and wake up before the sun had even risen. Roku crept back to their little habitat under the cover of early morning shade, returning to a seat behind the tent. Listening for the breathing of his targets revealed three distinctly separate entities, as expected, and the plan that had been forming was put into action. A silent but brisk stride lead him to the flap of the tent, peeking in just enough to assure what he had heard, before noticing a single oddity; the money that had been “coincidentally” left next a certain being had been taken. A second’s judgement told him which of them was the heaviest sleeper, and with a single hand seal and a quiet transformation, a second entity of that appearance entered the room. The facade carefully made its way over the sleeping members of the tent, picking up the chest and sitting in front of aforementioned snoring merchant. Roku opened the container and made a swift count of the money inside. One hundred and ninety, having been exactly what was meant to be there before his little shenanigans. The boy’s cunning little mind had conjured a plan to pin guilt on one of the men so as to cause a fight, a suitable distraction to make off with their profits. Though the original effort had been faulted, it still revealed that the most likely embezzler was the one that the ryo was planted on. Otherwise, it would have logically made its way back to the container it was meant for. The gears in Roku’s head clicked fast to create a viable backup plan, a way to sow chaos and still get out discreetly, and it made for quite an uncomfortable circumstance when the seller of goods directly in front of him awoke. A second of silence was left to hang in the air, both mouths slightly agape; the intruder, disguised as a member of the band of merchants, had made the exact scene of getting caught red-handed in a little embezzlement. His true form’s swiftness allowed the unwanted guest to kick out the back stake of the tent, collapsing part of it to assist in a swift and discreet getaway. What was planned to go off in a smooth manner had already been careened of course, but was thrown even moreso when the boy caught a punch to the face, delivered with alarm from the now flailing awake man he had poised over in his escape effort. The chest was spilled open, and the canvas had fallen on top of everyone just as the illusion around the boy was dispelled.
Who needs a clever plan if they keep going wrong and you can just roll with the punches?
A fight broke out just as it was intended to originally, but now the boy was involved with it. And that one punch had really, really hurt, in fact, the boy’s head was still spinning. But there were more coming, wild thrashes and strikes from each of the men, and they were fully grown. He was just fast. The most apparent, immediate threat was that posed by another strike from the man he had disguised himself as, a wild kick that was headed to end the boy’s intense wakefulness rather abruptly. Roku’s palm was sent into his assailant’s ankle, knocking the strike to the side but not quite enough to fully deflect the force of the blow. A glancing strike sent him stumbling sideways, towards the only man he had yet to interact with in some form. Also the only one with any sense, attempting to calm the situation until he was rather aggressively bumped by the boy. Another swing directed at the minor ninja’s skull, but this time more properly deflected into the first opponent’s stomach. Now there was real conflict, and Roku was beginning to understand the power of well placed strikes combined with some speed. It had a proper name, but that was of no concern to him. The effectiveness of the technique was far more important to someone with such low durability, as proven when he found another strike not to deflect but to grab. A thrust kick, at the smallest combatant’s head level, had been grabbed and thrown off course into the face of the poor, heavy sleeping oaf that had been the second to land a hit and the first to be Roku’s prime target. He fell once more into unconsciousness with the effective posture of a mud snowman, the tent falling over him as though he had simply evaporated. That was the last of the luck Roku found himself wanting to test, and he swept the spilled profit back into its container before sliding out of the back of the tent. The two men behind him had ceased their fight, the first to awake being the first to fall, and it seemed that the cunning of the boy would need to come back into play. He transformed back into the heavyset man, playing the part of an escaping traitor but moving closer to the tent as his final opponent came out of his canvas entrapment. The befuddled man came out with the most amusing look of complete bewilderment on his face, the most priceless part was watching it get erased to a totally blank expression when the money box was hurled into it from about five feet away. Roku even snickered as his transformation dispelled, but winced in pain. His left eye was already starting to swell up and blacken from the blows he had taken. Before he left, there was one last thing to check on. He threw the canvas off of the men, the stakes having been removed swiftly during the scuffle, and proceeded to loot each one of them. The two hundred ryo wouldn’t sustain him as he needed it to, and as such it simply seemed wiser to check them all. Each, as it turned out, was doing much of his own stealing from the whole, and each had his own hundred ryo taken from the pile. What awful people, really, to attempt to cooperate only to have what fragile bonds held them together severed by a child, albeit talented one who used them as his practice dummies, and still believe the blame on each other.
Well, it was no matter. Roku had made it back to his hideout richer, smarter, and better, with food. That was all that actually mattered.
[WC: 2060]
(Exit, claiming Inside to Outside Block, Transformation Technique, 500 ryo.)
Task: Living life as a missing-nin is hard. Sometimes you run out of funds to even feed yourself. If you want to survive as a criminal, you will have to learn how to think outside the box. There are many travelers along the borders, especially merchants moving there wares from country to country. Your job is to ambush and steal the merchants wares or their earnings if they have already sold all of their product. Do not get seen stealing or the contract will fail.
There were few opportunities to steal in a safe environment in Island Country because of the distinct lack of safety that existed, at least for those who preferred to dwell in dark places and skirt the law. Though it just made for a better environment to have learned in when one was displaced from one's island homeland after being suddenly orphaned, thought the small and rather morbid boy who was barely peeping out from behind a tree. The objects of his attention weren’t so much the people gathered around the campfire, as he was well aware of exactly what they looked like, or their supplies piled haphazardly nearby but the delightful little chest he could peep, just inside of their tent. It should have had enough to sustain the boy for quite some time, and maybe even get a few supplies for a potential hobby he had in mind. They would be packing a fair amount of ryo to be stolen, or they should have been. Roku had been tracking them for a surprisingly long minute, especially given the absence of any formal discipline to such a task. It was simply what he would need to do survive, every day became a monotony of training and tailing the merchants. They followed set routes, and every day he spent tailing them from a distance and attempting to mimic their countenances with Transformation; the importance and ease of the jutsu was something he had been priorly informed of but never made to practice. Not for the first time in his life, food was scarce and he was running more and more ragged every day with what small rations he had saved himself or picked from his targets. Even so, the real difficulty was that these traders were meant to be bringing more than they seemed to have, at least seven hundred ryo, but that box wouldn’t have nearly that much. Even so, the entire circumstance would make for good training, especially given that he had no jutsu whatsoever under his belt and only had what was maybe most easily traceable bloodline in the world to rely on.
The three men whose stories have yet to be detailed even in part are simple, in both character and business. In the former, they were all fairly unscrupulous when it came to the matter of their entrepreneurial interests, a fact that would be useful. They would purchase supplies such as food and raw materials, then bring said supplies to those in need about the islands. A useful, simple bunch, but not useful enough to have their profits left fully intact. Roku had tailed them on their business ventures for approximately a week, and every three days they would have to go restock. Each day, the careful observation of these folks would make them ideal subjects for practicing the control and precision of his Transformation. Carefully remarking on each individual and their features allowed him to recreate their images, over and over and over again, until he could do so sharply. Whenever they left the village, they brought with them a simple chest with which to carry their revenue, a box that seemed to be different whenever they brought it out; none of the three were all too fond of buying a new, permanent, secure container, such was their greed. The box had been much smaller when they left the most recent time, and each of the three seemed to be putting less money into their little profit container. The reasoning behind such a thing could not be readily determined, although it certainly could be manipulated to an advantage with relative ease, and so the clever child developed a plan to be acted upon the night before their return to the village. If his approximate mathematics were correct then they would only have about two hundred ryo in the chest. It was dark, and when Roku circled around their camp from a long enough distance his clothing made him nigh undetectable save as a wisp of gray in the night. The practiced transformation would be most useful when he enacted the latter part of his plan. Hopefully, it had been refined enough to act as a disguise. As he reached the back of their tent, the three each talking about their surprisingly reduced profits heatedly around the fire, the nature of their fiscal crisis seemed apparent to be not only because of reduced business but because of one of them dipping into the till. Silently listening, the child ninja loosened the stakes at the back of the tent to provide himself enough room to crawl under the canvas. His victims were starting to settle down a bit, preparing to bed down for the night, and that did not bode well for the one in the middle of an infiltration. From halfway under the tent, Roku stretched to the chest and wiggled a couple fingers just under the lid to grab a few ryo. The campfire was stamped out, the light disappearing quite abruptly as he slipped back into the open air. The coins he had taken, though, were no longer in his hands. When he pulled himself free, they had been left just slightly behind and above the head of one of the sleeping bags. Hopefully that would do what work needed done, the seeds were planted and now entropy only needed time.
Roku, having slipped out just in time to avoid being seen, walked back to his tree. He had an advantage that not many average people did in that there was not a minute of his sleep schedule that he couldn’t control. It had always been so chaotic that he had developed a nice internal clock and timer. As such, after he had retreated a certain distance to a small camp of his own, it became no issue to fall asleep and wake up before the sun had even risen. Roku crept back to their little habitat under the cover of early morning shade, returning to a seat behind the tent. Listening for the breathing of his targets revealed three distinctly separate entities, as expected, and the plan that had been forming was put into action. A silent but brisk stride lead him to the flap of the tent, peeking in just enough to assure what he had heard, before noticing a single oddity; the money that had been “coincidentally” left next a certain being had been taken. A second’s judgement told him which of them was the heaviest sleeper, and with a single hand seal and a quiet transformation, a second entity of that appearance entered the room. The facade carefully made its way over the sleeping members of the tent, picking up the chest and sitting in front of aforementioned snoring merchant. Roku opened the container and made a swift count of the money inside. One hundred and ninety, having been exactly what was meant to be there before his little shenanigans. The boy’s cunning little mind had conjured a plan to pin guilt on one of the men so as to cause a fight, a suitable distraction to make off with their profits. Though the original effort had been faulted, it still revealed that the most likely embezzler was the one that the ryo was planted on. Otherwise, it would have logically made its way back to the container it was meant for. The gears in Roku’s head clicked fast to create a viable backup plan, a way to sow chaos and still get out discreetly, and it made for quite an uncomfortable circumstance when the seller of goods directly in front of him awoke. A second of silence was left to hang in the air, both mouths slightly agape; the intruder, disguised as a member of the band of merchants, had made the exact scene of getting caught red-handed in a little embezzlement. His true form’s swiftness allowed the unwanted guest to kick out the back stake of the tent, collapsing part of it to assist in a swift and discreet getaway. What was planned to go off in a smooth manner had already been careened of course, but was thrown even moreso when the boy caught a punch to the face, delivered with alarm from the now flailing awake man he had poised over in his escape effort. The chest was spilled open, and the canvas had fallen on top of everyone just as the illusion around the boy was dispelled.
Who needs a clever plan if they keep going wrong and you can just roll with the punches?
A fight broke out just as it was intended to originally, but now the boy was involved with it. And that one punch had really, really hurt, in fact, the boy’s head was still spinning. But there were more coming, wild thrashes and strikes from each of the men, and they were fully grown. He was just fast. The most apparent, immediate threat was that posed by another strike from the man he had disguised himself as, a wild kick that was headed to end the boy’s intense wakefulness rather abruptly. Roku’s palm was sent into his assailant’s ankle, knocking the strike to the side but not quite enough to fully deflect the force of the blow. A glancing strike sent him stumbling sideways, towards the only man he had yet to interact with in some form. Also the only one with any sense, attempting to calm the situation until he was rather aggressively bumped by the boy. Another swing directed at the minor ninja’s skull, but this time more properly deflected into the first opponent’s stomach. Now there was real conflict, and Roku was beginning to understand the power of well placed strikes combined with some speed. It had a proper name, but that was of no concern to him. The effectiveness of the technique was far more important to someone with such low durability, as proven when he found another strike not to deflect but to grab. A thrust kick, at the smallest combatant’s head level, had been grabbed and thrown off course into the face of the poor, heavy sleeping oaf that had been the second to land a hit and the first to be Roku’s prime target. He fell once more into unconsciousness with the effective posture of a mud snowman, the tent falling over him as though he had simply evaporated. That was the last of the luck Roku found himself wanting to test, and he swept the spilled profit back into its container before sliding out of the back of the tent. The two men behind him had ceased their fight, the first to awake being the first to fall, and it seemed that the cunning of the boy would need to come back into play. He transformed back into the heavyset man, playing the part of an escaping traitor but moving closer to the tent as his final opponent came out of his canvas entrapment. The befuddled man came out with the most amusing look of complete bewilderment on his face, the most priceless part was watching it get erased to a totally blank expression when the money box was hurled into it from about five feet away. Roku even snickered as his transformation dispelled, but winced in pain. His left eye was already starting to swell up and blacken from the blows he had taken. Before he left, there was one last thing to check on. He threw the canvas off of the men, the stakes having been removed swiftly during the scuffle, and proceeded to loot each one of them. The two hundred ryo wouldn’t sustain him as he needed it to, and as such it simply seemed wiser to check them all. Each, as it turned out, was doing much of his own stealing from the whole, and each had his own hundred ryo taken from the pile. What awful people, really, to attempt to cooperate only to have what fragile bonds held them together severed by a child, albeit talented one who used them as his practice dummies, and still believe the blame on each other.
Well, it was no matter. Roku had made it back to his hideout richer, smarter, and better, with food. That was all that actually mattered.
[WC: 2060]
(Exit, claiming Inside to Outside Block, Transformation Technique, 500 ryo.)
Kobayashi Senshi <3Citizen- Ryo : 8700
Re: Stealing [Contract]
Sun Apr 23, 2017 7:21 pm
Where do your get the 500 Ryo from? If from a mission you need to link the mission, and add the Mission details into the top of your post. If you did a mission you will not get any stats.
Approved For 500 words to Inside to outside Block, and 500 words to Transformation Technique.
Let me know if this was a mission or if you want stats instead.
Approved For 500 words to Inside to outside Block, and 500 words to Transformation Technique.
Let me know if this was a mission or if you want stats instead.
- Kobayashi Senshi <3Citizen
- Ryo : 8700
Re: Stealing [Contract]
Sun Apr 23, 2017 8:47 pm
Good to go approved for 500 Ryo, chance to
Move to next mission, and 3 ap (Don't forget you get 3 ap per d rank mission).
Good luck on the rest of your missions
Move to next mission, and 3 ap (Don't forget you get 3 ap per d rank mission).
Good luck on the rest of your missions
- Roku <3Citizen
- Ryo : 2000
Re: Stealing [Contract]
Mon Apr 24, 2017 3:51 pm
Sweet, I totally forgot, and thank you.
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