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Name: Minikui Tsuyoi
Village Affiliation: Suna
Current Status: Suna-Nin
Threat Level: A
Known Aliases: Yoi
Description:
Cropped blonde hair and soft brown eyes. White skin, and about 5'5" and athletic in build. Quite a bit of toned
muscle, and rather lean in stature.
Type of Fighter:
Taijutsu and Ninjutsu user, heavily. Poor ranged fighter, but fair close combat.
Last Seen: 9 January; Reported as leaving Sunagakure in August
Charges: Assassination
Description of Charges:
Hired assassin for an underground slum gang. No government assassination yet, but rather wealthy people
have been killed.
Additional Information:
Seen as departing Sunagakure's gates as reported by Aiyo Shinbatsu, she was too far ahead of him and he was unable to catch her. [Link]
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It was noon on a Saturday. It was the time of day you thought was safe, it was supposed to be nightfall that granted you a sense of dis-ease. Shiori was in the Diamond District for work, not that she was there at the time intended. She was not supposed to be at the Aburabuta Complex for another six hours. Her instructions were explicit but nonsensical, to arrive at six to deliver some important documents to the offices for processing. The benefit of having an office job was that sweet nine to five, if she came at six she would be holding onto those papers overnight and that seemed like a needless risk. Mister Kazuhiro seemed like the smart type, the timing was probably an oversight. This was not the act of a benevolent but rather someone not wanting to make more work for herself than necessary.
The Aburabura complex was massive, bigger than most office structures and storefronts. Shiori looked at the building with awe. The front door was likely worth more than her little apartment in Zensunna. It was almost embarrassing the disparity between them. Her knuckles rapped on the door thrice, she hoped that someone was home. She brushed the sand off her yellow sundress, she felt under-dressed on the doorstep just now and brushing away the dust in one of the dustiest places on earth was perhaps a nervous habit. Her heels clicked the stone floor as she paced side to side, her ears twitching as she tried to discern something... someone...
It was then that she heard a gentle *crack* It was too faint for the average person to hear, or even an exceptional person for that matter. It was on the other side of the building. She furrowed her brow and briskly walked around to the back of the building. Glass littered the sod beneath a second floor picture window on the back of the building. This was a rich person's house, that was for sure. The green stuff felt neat. She looked up, masking tape attacked to cracked glass swung back and forth uselessly from the window. Well, that explained why the broken glass barely made a sound.
Shiori brushed the wisps of hair from her face before she grabbed hold of the side of the building and started to climb. She peered over the ledge, nobody was in the room any longer and the door was closed. She could not see where the intruder went. She pulled herself over the sill and the glass broke as she pulled herself into the house, her heel crushing diamond-like shards into the carpet. She crept across the bedroom and slowly pushed the door open. She paused, the door open only a crack she listened for movement. The near silent sound of a foot touching the floor, the rustle of clothes, the patter of the heart. Someone was there, moving down the hall but nobody else was home. Not that she could hear at the very least. The lights out, only the dim ambiance from the outside filtered in through the windows. [/col]
She recognized the woman from the posters, now that she could see. The cropped, almost flesh-colored hair and dark small eyes. What was she lurking about for anyways? Shiori waited and watched as Tsuyoi pushed open each door as she made her way down the hall and peered inside. She was looking for someone or something as well and she was armed. In her right hand she clutched a short curved dagger. As Tsuyoi opened the next door, Shiori's lips parted as she started to sing a terrible melody. Nocturne of Shadow, a terrible genjutsu woven with only her word to cast her enemy into utter darkness and despair. Unseen, but not untouched, the woman struck into the darkness. Missing Shiori as her curved blade cut through the air. Shiori's hands cupped over Tsuyoi's ears and Shiori released a blast of sound, damaging her ears and distorting her limited senses. It was a lucky shot, but Shiori deserved it for thinking she could get so close. The tip of Tsuyoi's blade ripped into Shiori's gut, Shiori bit her lower lip refusing to cry out as her hands ran through a series of handseals to cast Inner Earth Reflection Lure and sunk into the floor. She emerged beneath the woman's feet and pulled her into the floor, leaving only her head exposed.
Shiori climbed up through the floor and emerged on the surface. There were demands. There might have even been a plea or a promise made. Shiori did not hear either, her hands ran through a series of handseals again. Flames erupted from her hands and she burnt the woman alive. The house was filled with her screams, albeit brief. Shiori looked down at the burnt remains, the same remains she tried to pry from the floor. She was unapologetic in how she tried to pull the charred body from the floor, breaking brittle bones in her hands. Perhaps she should have inquired before she attacked. Perhaps she should have asked a few questions or at least considered trying to take her alive. She piled the bones in a neat stack before she lifted them from the floor.
She was going to need proof.
She was going to need a paper-trail for this.
A small jar could be seen at her hip. She did not expect an opportunity to arise here but she was not going to turn away a perfectly good meal. Her son needed to eat. As her essence escaped from her smouldering bones she caught the tiny, fragile thing and closed the lid. She never acquired a taste for them but she understood the necessity.
WC: 950
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Name: Minikui Tsuyoi
Village Affiliation: Suna
Current Status: Suna-Nin
Threat Level: A
Known Aliases: Yoi
Description:
Cropped blonde hair and soft brown eyes. White skin, and about 5'5" and athletic in build. Quite a bit of toned
muscle, and rather lean in stature.
Type of Fighter:
Taijutsu and Ninjutsu user, heavily. Poor ranged fighter, but fair close combat.
Last Seen: 9 January; Reported as leaving Sunagakure in August
Charges: Assassination
Description of Charges:
Hired assassin for an underground slum gang. No government assassination yet, but rather wealthy people
have been killed.
Additional Information:
Seen as departing Sunagakure's gates as reported by Aiyo Shinbatsu, she was too far ahead of him and he was unable to catch her. [Link]
It was noon on a Saturday. It was the time of day you thought was safe, it was supposed to be nightfall that granted you a sense of dis-ease. Shiori was in the Diamond District for work, not that she was there at the time intended. She was not supposed to be at the Aburabuta Complex for another six hours. Her instructions were explicit but nonsensical, to arrive at six to deliver some important documents to the offices for processing. The benefit of having an office job was that sweet nine to five, if she came at six she would be holding onto those papers overnight and that seemed like a needless risk. Mister Kazuhiro seemed like the smart type, the timing was probably an oversight. This was not the act of a benevolent but rather someone not wanting to make more work for herself than necessary. The Aburabura complex was massive, bigger than most office structures and storefronts. Shiori looked at the building with awe. The front door was likely worth more than her little apartment in Zensunna. It was almost embarrassing the disparity between them. Her knuckles rapped on the door thrice, she hoped that someone was home. She brushed the sand off her yellow sundress, she felt under-dressed on the doorstep just now and brushing away the dust in one of the dustiest places on earth was perhaps a nervous habit. Her heels clicked the stone floor as she paced side to side, her ears twitching as she tried to discern something... someone...
It was then that she heard a gentle *crack* It was too faint for the average person to hear, or even an exceptional person for that matter. It was on the other side of the building. She furrowed her brow and briskly walked around to the back of the building. Glass littered the sod beneath a second floor picture window on the back of the building. This was a rich person's house, that was for sure. The green stuff felt neat. She looked up, masking tape attacked to cracked glass swung back and forth uselessly from the window. Well, that explained why the broken glass barely made a sound.
Shiori brushed the wisps of hair from her face before she grabbed hold of the side of the building and started to climb. She peered over the ledge, nobody was in the room any longer and the door was closed. She could not see where the intruder went. She pulled herself over the sill and the glass broke as she pulled herself into the house, her heel crushing diamond-like shards into the carpet. She crept across the bedroom and slowly pushed the door open. She paused, the door open only a crack she listened for movement. The near silent sound of a foot touching the floor, the rustle of clothes, the patter of the heart. Someone was there, moving down the hall but nobody else was home. Not that she could hear at the very least. The lights out, only the dim ambiance from the outside filtered in through the windows. [/col]
She recognized the woman from the posters, now that she could see. The cropped, almost flesh-colored hair and dark small eyes. What was she lurking about for anyways? Shiori waited and watched as Tsuyoi pushed open each door as she made her way down the hall and peered inside. She was looking for someone or something as well and she was armed. In her right hand she clutched a short curved dagger. As Tsuyoi opened the next door, Shiori's lips parted as she started to sing a terrible melody. Nocturne of Shadow, a terrible genjutsu woven with only her word to cast her enemy into utter darkness and despair. Unseen, but not untouched, the woman struck into the darkness. Missing Shiori as her curved blade cut through the air. Shiori's hands cupped over Tsuyoi's ears and Shiori released a blast of sound, damaging her ears and distorting her limited senses. It was a lucky shot, but Shiori deserved it for thinking she could get so close. The tip of Tsuyoi's blade ripped into Shiori's gut, Shiori bit her lower lip refusing to cry out as her hands ran through a series of handseals to cast Inner Earth Reflection Lure and sunk into the floor. She emerged beneath the woman's feet and pulled her into the floor, leaving only her head exposed.
Shiori climbed up through the floor and emerged on the surface. There were demands. There might have even been a plea or a promise made. Shiori did not hear either, her hands ran through a series of handseals again. Flames erupted from her hands and she burnt the woman alive. The house was filled with her screams, albeit brief. Shiori looked down at the burnt remains, the same remains she tried to pry from the floor. She was unapologetic in how she tried to pull the charred body from the floor, breaking brittle bones in her hands. Perhaps she should have inquired before she attacked. Perhaps she should have asked a few questions or at least considered trying to take her alive. She piled the bones in a neat stack before she lifted them from the floor.
She was going to need proof.
She was going to need a paper-trail for this.
A small jar could be seen at her hip. She did not expect an opportunity to arise here but she was not going to turn away a perfectly good meal. Her son needed to eat. As her essence escaped from her smouldering bones she caught the tiny, fragile thing and closed the lid. She never acquired a taste for them but she understood the necessity.
WC: 950
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