Approval
First... ok, well second mission. The cat thing really did not work out. Soromon's face was bandaged as were his forearms. If he suffered any additional injuries (as this would be taking place after another RP here) those would have been bandaged or splinted or iced. Soromon was excited, this time he was going to be successful. This time he was going to do something amazing, well probably. The address was 15 Olde Wicker Lane, a two-story brownstone with a green striped awning over a trio of steps leading to a dark green painted door best described this unremarkable house. On either side, similar homesteads, some pretty potted plants in flower-boxes a wreath on the door. Homey things adults did when they had too much money or a drop of spare time.
It was just some rats, nothing big right?
Soromon bounded up the steps and knocked on the door. he wanted to get this over with, get his first paycheck and maybe enjoy his first bowl of victory ramen. He should have known that things would go bad when he saw the homemaker. She had the cliche death hair-style. Long brown hair in a loose, low-hanging tail that they let hang over one of their shoulders. Gentle face, calm eyes. Yes, this woman was done for.
She invited him inside, rambled on and on about the rats in the basement. How ugly they were. How disgusting they were. How her husband was supposed to be home in a week and that she could not wait any longer. She would lead him into the basement, the wooden stairs would groan as they descended to the cool subterranean. They were mostly in his study she warned giving no further explanation as she shoved the poor boy from behind and then shut (but did not lock) the door behind him.
She neglected to turn on the lights but he could hear movement. He thought he could see something in the dark, a glint as the door closed. His hand would search for the light switch, when he found it he would only see them for a moment before they retreated to the shadows. These were not normal rats, these rats were the size of small dogs! Soromon considered rushing out the door, he did not sign up for this. But this was his first mission. He took a deep breath, then another. Well, maybe about ten. He was getting a bit light-headed in fact.
What was this woman feeding these things, Houren pills?
Soromon would carefully approach one of the corners where he thought the rats had run off. As he got close, his intent to simply grab the rat and just carry it outside. Easy-peesy. Not so easy... Maybe a bit peesy. The rat did not run, rather it lunged at Soromon, its teeth biting into the poor Genin's arm. Thankfully there was a bandage in the way. He let out a yelp of surprise and stumbled back, the rat hissed and seemed ready to attack again if he got too close.
Nope... All the Nope! He was not going to be able to defeat these rats in hand to hand combat.
He was going to have to be smarter than the rats. Well, he had a few yen. Exactly 500 in fact. It was his allowance for the week and he had a plan. He would vacate the basement and he would hurry out the door, announcing that he would be back in 15. He was back in closer to ten. He bought cookies some quickdry cement. Yes, quickdry cement. Back down into the basement, Soromon would crush the cookies in his hands and mix it with an even amount of quick dry cement, leaving his concoction in the middle of the room.
Then it was a waiting game...
Soromon's back pressed against the door, he woulds wait for the rats to come out. For the rats to take the bait. It would not take long for them to lap up the pile of 'poison' he had foraged from the great wilderness of Kohona's shopping district. Death took a bit longer. A few hours in fact. It was pretty boring. To spare you the details, the rats died. Soromon would pick them up, they were like bricks. He would show his victory to the lady of the house, she would scream and shoo him out but hopefully not before he was paid.
Soromon was going to keep the rats. There was something funny going on here and he wanted to learn more.
Word Count: 763
First... ok, well second mission. The cat thing really did not work out. Soromon's face was bandaged as were his forearms. If he suffered any additional injuries (as this would be taking place after another RP here) those would have been bandaged or splinted or iced. Soromon was excited, this time he was going to be successful. This time he was going to do something amazing, well probably. The address was 15 Olde Wicker Lane, a two-story brownstone with a green striped awning over a trio of steps leading to a dark green painted door best described this unremarkable house. On either side, similar homesteads, some pretty potted plants in flower-boxes a wreath on the door. Homey things adults did when they had too much money or a drop of spare time.
It was just some rats, nothing big right?
Soromon bounded up the steps and knocked on the door. he wanted to get this over with, get his first paycheck and maybe enjoy his first bowl of victory ramen. He should have known that things would go bad when he saw the homemaker. She had the cliche death hair-style. Long brown hair in a loose, low-hanging tail that they let hang over one of their shoulders. Gentle face, calm eyes. Yes, this woman was done for.
She invited him inside, rambled on and on about the rats in the basement. How ugly they were. How disgusting they were. How her husband was supposed to be home in a week and that she could not wait any longer. She would lead him into the basement, the wooden stairs would groan as they descended to the cool subterranean. They were mostly in his study she warned giving no further explanation as she shoved the poor boy from behind and then shut (but did not lock) the door behind him.
She neglected to turn on the lights but he could hear movement. He thought he could see something in the dark, a glint as the door closed. His hand would search for the light switch, when he found it he would only see them for a moment before they retreated to the shadows. These were not normal rats, these rats were the size of small dogs! Soromon considered rushing out the door, he did not sign up for this. But this was his first mission. He took a deep breath, then another. Well, maybe about ten. He was getting a bit light-headed in fact.
What was this woman feeding these things, Houren pills?
Soromon would carefully approach one of the corners where he thought the rats had run off. As he got close, his intent to simply grab the rat and just carry it outside. Easy-peesy. Not so easy... Maybe a bit peesy. The rat did not run, rather it lunged at Soromon, its teeth biting into the poor Genin's arm. Thankfully there was a bandage in the way. He let out a yelp of surprise and stumbled back, the rat hissed and seemed ready to attack again if he got too close.
Nope... All the Nope! He was not going to be able to defeat these rats in hand to hand combat.
He was going to have to be smarter than the rats. Well, he had a few yen. Exactly 500 in fact. It was his allowance for the week and he had a plan. He would vacate the basement and he would hurry out the door, announcing that he would be back in 15. He was back in closer to ten. He bought cookies some quickdry cement. Yes, quickdry cement. Back down into the basement, Soromon would crush the cookies in his hands and mix it with an even amount of quick dry cement, leaving his concoction in the middle of the room.
Then it was a waiting game...
Soromon's back pressed against the door, he woulds wait for the rats to come out. For the rats to take the bait. It would not take long for them to lap up the pile of 'poison' he had foraged from the great wilderness of Kohona's shopping district. Death took a bit longer. A few hours in fact. It was pretty boring. To spare you the details, the rats died. Soromon would pick them up, they were like bricks. He would show his victory to the lady of the house, she would scream and shoo him out but hopefully not before he was paid.
Soromon was going to keep the rats. There was something funny going on here and he wanted to learn more.
Word Count: 763
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