[OOC: Mission 30 - Solve a mystery for Pinchy the Crab and his Clam army in Marsh Country. While doing so make sure that they and anyone else around understands what sets shinobi apart from regular people.]
It was the first stage of his travels, and the cover he was using to be able to perform the duties that the organisation had tasked him with... though exactly what he was going to do on his travels to Stone and Sand he still wasn't sure about. They had asked him to make contacts... but making contacts for underground human trafficking didn't seem like something which was exactly very easy, and certainly wasn't something Junan was used to doing. In fact he had never had any direct contact with clients in the past, so why now?
In the end, it wasn't his place to question. It was his place to perform his tasks. They had let him live, practically raising him, so, who was he to question their motives?
His mind was in a whirlwind about this. There was a certain part of him which wanted to destroy them, to go back to the village and at least attempt to kill as many of them as he could before being cut down by their stronger members. Little did he know that there were none stronger than himself, and that this was a reality that the Organisation itself feared.
Looking at the suns position it seemed he was going to arrive close enough to on time, probably an hour early, not much time to wait for Pinchy which was in itself a good thing.
Waiting there his thoughts turned towards the mission. What was Pinchy going to ask of him this time. Last time he had destroyed a dam, allowing greater water quantities to flow to the ocean at the spot where he was to meet them. The river was still running fairly strong, so it seemed that the dam hadn't been rebuilt yet. The reports of attacks along the river edges at night destroying foundations or any attempt to rebuild the dam Junan had assumed were the cause of Pinchy.
Once more the waters bubbled announcing the immanent arrival of Pinchy the crab. He rose out of the ocean, following a horde of clams, and began his instructions.
Click, click, clackity clack click click
Marsh?
Clack clack clickity clack.
But wouldn't there be fallout over this?
Click. Clack clackity clickity clack.
But surely it would be better if it were not a shinobi performing this task?
Click!
It's fine, it's your money, but I feel that this is something which would be better performed by regular bandits.
There was silence before Junan shrugged his shoulders and walked away. His orders had been clear, though he was uncertain as to what extent he should carry them out.
This time Pinchy was asking for him to enter into the engineers house who was designing the new dam. He was to make it clear to the engineer that this would not be tolerated and that he was to cease attempting to rebuild the dam immediately. Junan contacted the Raikage Tower via his headset to confirm the mission with them. This wasn't something they were overly interested in, threats were best left to other sources but still it seemed Pinchy had a fair amount of money and was wanting to use it with the village. So there was a clash in priorities.
After some discussion between three of the missions administrators and Junan it was decided that Junan was to perform the mission, but that he needed to make sure that Pinchy would understand why this was not a job for shinobi. A statement needed to be made.
So Junan created a plan. It didn't matter how he did it, all that mattered was that a statement was made, and that made him smile. This mission might be fun after all, he wondered what he should do to make Pinchy understand the repercussions of sending shinobi in to do a job such as this.
Time passed and he travelled across country, first he had to locate the engineer. To do so he traveled to the registry where the information on the project was being held. He broke in, being extra careful so that no-one would notice, and found the mans name and details. Leaving he looked back over his shoulder. This was where it would be held, this was where the statement would be made.
Leaving to the Engineers place he watched and waited. It seemed that he was a loner, older man, no family living with him, perhaps he had had a family and they had left him over time, or perhaps he had always been this way. Junan didn't care. He crept into the mans house and silently killed the man, suffocating him while pinning him down. It was silent, it was easy, the hard part began after the murder.
He went through the process of turning the engineer into a puppet, the latest in his line of advanced puppets. His first duty was to put together the throat and head, this way should there be a knock on the door he could have the puppet speak to whoever it was. Though he hoped it wouldn't be required it was likely that someone would notice him missing after a couple of days, and creating a puppet wasn't a simple affair and did take days.
Days passed and Junan had gotten lucky, no-one had come to call on him. Junan had been to the hospital at home in Cloud and had placed requests for several corpses, from which he had extracted several special abilities or kekkei genkai. For this puppet he withdrew the Nara's abilities and placed them carefully inside it.
After a couple of tests Junan felt he was comfortable enough with some of the jutsu in the puppet to go and cause an uproar.
Slipping inside his new puppet he left the house, a vicious smile on the older mans face as he looked out across the town. Junan walked through the town to the registry. He was greeted reasonably friendly by those who recognized him, but those smiles and waves turned to looks of horror as they suffocated, Junan's shadow strangling their shadows, and thus themselves. People fell down dead, one after another, panic filled the air, screams, people attempting to flee, and then darkness.
In the darkness all died.
No wounds on the flesh, just dead meat everywhere.
The message had been sent. Junan took his leave, and in the silence of the slaughter he grinned. This was what he was born to do.
[Topic left, leaving country
S-Rank - 30 mins]
It was the first stage of his travels, and the cover he was using to be able to perform the duties that the organisation had tasked him with... though exactly what he was going to do on his travels to Stone and Sand he still wasn't sure about. They had asked him to make contacts... but making contacts for underground human trafficking didn't seem like something which was exactly very easy, and certainly wasn't something Junan was used to doing. In fact he had never had any direct contact with clients in the past, so why now?
In the end, it wasn't his place to question. It was his place to perform his tasks. They had let him live, practically raising him, so, who was he to question their motives?
His mind was in a whirlwind about this. There was a certain part of him which wanted to destroy them, to go back to the village and at least attempt to kill as many of them as he could before being cut down by their stronger members. Little did he know that there were none stronger than himself, and that this was a reality that the Organisation itself feared.
Looking at the suns position it seemed he was going to arrive close enough to on time, probably an hour early, not much time to wait for Pinchy which was in itself a good thing.
Waiting there his thoughts turned towards the mission. What was Pinchy going to ask of him this time. Last time he had destroyed a dam, allowing greater water quantities to flow to the ocean at the spot where he was to meet them. The river was still running fairly strong, so it seemed that the dam hadn't been rebuilt yet. The reports of attacks along the river edges at night destroying foundations or any attempt to rebuild the dam Junan had assumed were the cause of Pinchy.
Once more the waters bubbled announcing the immanent arrival of Pinchy the crab. He rose out of the ocean, following a horde of clams, and began his instructions.
Click, click, clackity clack click click
Marsh?
Clack clack clickity clack.
But wouldn't there be fallout over this?
Click. Clack clackity clickity clack.
But surely it would be better if it were not a shinobi performing this task?
Click!
It's fine, it's your money, but I feel that this is something which would be better performed by regular bandits.
There was silence before Junan shrugged his shoulders and walked away. His orders had been clear, though he was uncertain as to what extent he should carry them out.
This time Pinchy was asking for him to enter into the engineers house who was designing the new dam. He was to make it clear to the engineer that this would not be tolerated and that he was to cease attempting to rebuild the dam immediately. Junan contacted the Raikage Tower via his headset to confirm the mission with them. This wasn't something they were overly interested in, threats were best left to other sources but still it seemed Pinchy had a fair amount of money and was wanting to use it with the village. So there was a clash in priorities.
After some discussion between three of the missions administrators and Junan it was decided that Junan was to perform the mission, but that he needed to make sure that Pinchy would understand why this was not a job for shinobi. A statement needed to be made.
So Junan created a plan. It didn't matter how he did it, all that mattered was that a statement was made, and that made him smile. This mission might be fun after all, he wondered what he should do to make Pinchy understand the repercussions of sending shinobi in to do a job such as this.
Time passed and he travelled across country, first he had to locate the engineer. To do so he traveled to the registry where the information on the project was being held. He broke in, being extra careful so that no-one would notice, and found the mans name and details. Leaving he looked back over his shoulder. This was where it would be held, this was where the statement would be made.
Leaving to the Engineers place he watched and waited. It seemed that he was a loner, older man, no family living with him, perhaps he had had a family and they had left him over time, or perhaps he had always been this way. Junan didn't care. He crept into the mans house and silently killed the man, suffocating him while pinning him down. It was silent, it was easy, the hard part began after the murder.
He went through the process of turning the engineer into a puppet, the latest in his line of advanced puppets. His first duty was to put together the throat and head, this way should there be a knock on the door he could have the puppet speak to whoever it was. Though he hoped it wouldn't be required it was likely that someone would notice him missing after a couple of days, and creating a puppet wasn't a simple affair and did take days.
Days passed and Junan had gotten lucky, no-one had come to call on him. Junan had been to the hospital at home in Cloud and had placed requests for several corpses, from which he had extracted several special abilities or kekkei genkai. For this puppet he withdrew the Nara's abilities and placed them carefully inside it.
After a couple of tests Junan felt he was comfortable enough with some of the jutsu in the puppet to go and cause an uproar.
Slipping inside his new puppet he left the house, a vicious smile on the older mans face as he looked out across the town. Junan walked through the town to the registry. He was greeted reasonably friendly by those who recognized him, but those smiles and waves turned to looks of horror as they suffocated, Junan's shadow strangling their shadows, and thus themselves. People fell down dead, one after another, panic filled the air, screams, people attempting to flee, and then darkness.
In the darkness all died.
No wounds on the flesh, just dead meat everywhere.
The message had been sent. Junan took his leave, and in the silence of the slaughter he grinned. This was what he was born to do.
[Topic left, leaving country
S-Rank - 30 mins]