[col]As a doctor and civilian, Nanami rarely ventured outside of Hashima Island except for the occasional house call. As a mercenary and (on a technicality) shinobi, Nanami rarely ventured outside of the Water Country unless the contracted assignment called for it.
She had her reasons, of course. Plenty.
For one, she didn't want to stay away from Hashima too long so that she could return to her clinic as soon as humanely possible. Although the other doctors and nurses she hired were trusted colleagues and individuals, she always wanted to make sure everything was in tip top running condition with her own two eyes.
For another, going outside of the Water Country almost always seemed to bring her such bad luck. One time, she had to escort an heiress to Cloud and it turned out that girl was the brattiest, most snobbiest, egocentric thing there was and the only thing keeping her from being buried six feet under was Nanami's Healer Oath and the Independent Contractor Agreement. The second time she had left her home country, it was to Leaf where she had to deliver a message and, upon returning, was not fully paid by her client as the man had been killed while she was away. And the third time she had left the country, she couldn't even remember what had transpired due to the insistence that her memory be wiped. Now that had been a bother as the local police and special forces of Hashima, TOSENTEI, had approached her about it.
Anyway, Nanami should really rethink her choices about accepting out of town missions.
Especially when this one turned out to be a setup. A setup to kill her, that is.
Soon's Haven was, soon enough, not a haven for her as the doctor found herself surrounded by some low life scumbags, out for blood. And she certainly didn't like that perverse twinkle in one of the shadier looking merc's eyes when he leered at her. This pissed her to no end, of course, as it meant she wouldn't get paid beyond the twenty five percent deposit she had asked upfront. Not to mention, to go all the way here to stifling hot, sandy Wind Country just for an murder attempt was just too much trouble. Why couldn't they have tried to kill her on the island instead? Was all that travelling she did to get here meant to be torture of the most boring, sweaty form?
"Look, I don't know why the client wants me dead, gentlemen. I'm just a civilian doctor and, occasional, mercenary for hire. Nothing important, correct?" the doctor sighed, one hand on her hip and the other palm on her cheek. "Why don't we all calm down and put down your weapons? Think of all the lives you're cutting short in this world without a doctor like me around. There are a lot of people in my clinic that needs me. If you go away now, I could forget all this ever happened and when you need a doctor, sooner or later, I'd be happy to help you!"
They just wouldn't listen of course, unsympathetic of the lives that a doctor could save if she were let alone. All they saw was the shine of money, blinded by greed and by blood lust.
Now, Nanami would always, always say that she was only a civilian doctor. If urged on, she would say she was doctor first, civilian second, mercenary third and shinobi last. But no matter how much she denied it, that wouldn't make her any less of a shinobi. Not when chakra ran through her body and the shadow arts could curl themselves, form thoughts in her mind.
She dealt with all four of them, as painlessly as possible. Even if her own code, the right to self defence, stated that she could just as easily kill them without guilt, she found unnecessary deaths to be... well, unnecessary. Besides, the bounties on them should be enough to cover what she should have gotten if this were an actual, genuine mission and not a death trap. Sending them to the local law enforcement would be a good deed too and, if they would be on the death row, that was no longer her concern.
They underestimated her, tiny and overweight with shinobi standards, in her doctor's coat and civilian clothes.
The proper seal placed on each of them had sapped away their strength, rendering them helpless to her flashy if efficient techniques. Being a doctor also meant she knew how to damage the human body, undetected, as painless as possible be but with catastrophic results. They couldn't even touch her. For what her movements lacked in grace, they made up for in speed and unpredictability. What she lacked in the usual instinctual shinobi styles, she made up for creativity and will power. Her fighting style, self taught, self made, wasn't the most artful or the most graceful but it showed power even if a little raw, untrained.
When the unconscious hit the ground, she made quick work of tying them up and dragging them across the dirt. She made her way to the nearest food establishment she could find, a bar. Tied up thugs still in tow and with an annoyed look on, she sighed: "Water, please."
So much for haven.
|</FONTFACE>[legend="[b]Out of Character Notes[/b]"]
She had her reasons, of course. Plenty.
For one, she didn't want to stay away from Hashima too long so that she could return to her clinic as soon as humanely possible. Although the other doctors and nurses she hired were trusted colleagues and individuals, she always wanted to make sure everything was in tip top running condition with her own two eyes.
For another, going outside of the Water Country almost always seemed to bring her such bad luck. One time, she had to escort an heiress to Cloud and it turned out that girl was the brattiest, most snobbiest, egocentric thing there was and the only thing keeping her from being buried six feet under was Nanami's Healer Oath and the Independent Contractor Agreement. The second time she had left her home country, it was to Leaf where she had to deliver a message and, upon returning, was not fully paid by her client as the man had been killed while she was away. And the third time she had left the country, she couldn't even remember what had transpired due to the insistence that her memory be wiped. Now that had been a bother as the local police and special forces of Hashima, TOSENTEI, had approached her about it.
Anyway, Nanami should really rethink her choices about accepting out of town missions.
Especially when this one turned out to be a setup. A setup to kill her, that is.
Soon's Haven was, soon enough, not a haven for her as the doctor found herself surrounded by some low life scumbags, out for blood. And she certainly didn't like that perverse twinkle in one of the shadier looking merc's eyes when he leered at her. This pissed her to no end, of course, as it meant she wouldn't get paid beyond the twenty five percent deposit she had asked upfront. Not to mention, to go all the way here to stifling hot, sandy Wind Country just for an murder attempt was just too much trouble. Why couldn't they have tried to kill her on the island instead? Was all that travelling she did to get here meant to be torture of the most boring, sweaty form?
"Look, I don't know why the client wants me dead, gentlemen. I'm just a civilian doctor and, occasional, mercenary for hire. Nothing important, correct?" the doctor sighed, one hand on her hip and the other palm on her cheek. "Why don't we all calm down and put down your weapons? Think of all the lives you're cutting short in this world without a doctor like me around. There are a lot of people in my clinic that needs me. If you go away now, I could forget all this ever happened and when you need a doctor, sooner or later, I'd be happy to help you!"
They just wouldn't listen of course, unsympathetic of the lives that a doctor could save if she were let alone. All they saw was the shine of money, blinded by greed and by blood lust.
Now, Nanami would always, always say that she was only a civilian doctor. If urged on, she would say she was doctor first, civilian second, mercenary third and shinobi last. But no matter how much she denied it, that wouldn't make her any less of a shinobi. Not when chakra ran through her body and the shadow arts could curl themselves, form thoughts in her mind.
She dealt with all four of them, as painlessly as possible. Even if her own code, the right to self defence, stated that she could just as easily kill them without guilt, she found unnecessary deaths to be... well, unnecessary. Besides, the bounties on them should be enough to cover what she should have gotten if this were an actual, genuine mission and not a death trap. Sending them to the local law enforcement would be a good deed too and, if they would be on the death row, that was no longer her concern.
They underestimated her, tiny and overweight with shinobi standards, in her doctor's coat and civilian clothes.
The proper seal placed on each of them had sapped away their strength, rendering them helpless to her flashy if efficient techniques. Being a doctor also meant she knew how to damage the human body, undetected, as painless as possible be but with catastrophic results. They couldn't even touch her. For what her movements lacked in grace, they made up for in speed and unpredictability. What she lacked in the usual instinctual shinobi styles, she made up for creativity and will power. Her fighting style, self taught, self made, wasn't the most artful or the most graceful but it showed power even if a little raw, untrained.
When the unconscious hit the ground, she made quick work of tying them up and dragging them across the dirt. She made her way to the nearest food establishment she could find, a bar. Tied up thugs still in tow and with an annoyed look on, she sighed: "Water, please."
So much for haven.
|</FONTFACE>[legend="[b]Out of Character Notes[/b]"]
- Marked for Training on Sun Jan 25, 2015 1:15 pm with 888 words
S-Rank Self Modded Mission with Pre-approval
First RP post since my return, woot!