Socialite Pigs! [Anarchist Mission]

[Randamu Kyarakuta]

What is it that Akio despised most? In the short time he spent with the man the only thing he was sure of, was that Akio hated those that had means but refused to use them. A man with money, refusing to give it to the poor, a ninja refusing to protect civilians, a city refusing to recognize his existence. These things we're all big signs that this was the mission he should have picked up among all the other ones floating around in the busted dispatch center. They had cornered a bunch of rich folk in the Desert Crown, hiding beneath it. Enter our dashing misunderstood hero, in a full business suit looking the most dashing he'll probably ever look. He still had his sword with him, looking like some kind of Yakuza gangster from a bad movie.

Spoiler

He would kick the door in, walking through with the sword sheathed in hand, it resting against his shoulder with a dead pan face, one of someone who could care less about how invasive that may have been. He made his way toward the main bar, weaving through the tables weather they are empty or not, with not a care in the world. If they were guarding the rich here, they would most likely blend into whatever crowd was still here so it was best to make a ruckus to get eyes on him. The mission said they wanted a show, so he was putting one on.

"Cool entrance, now what hotshot?" his sword chimed in, sucking all that badass feeling he had walking in, out of him.
"Now I get conformation they're here, and then terminate the lot of them. It'll need to be big though, maybe I can burn the building down."
"Isn't that how you..."
"Yeah..."

He dropped down on the bar seat with a thud, tapping on the bar with his knuckle to get his attention, even if he/she was already looking.

"Barkeep, I want two whiskey sours and information!" he said, pulling a wad of yen out of his coat pocket big enough to make a Kage blush. He had 'borrowed' the money from his clan compound since they wouldn't be needing it any time soon. "I want to know where the party is, the one where anyone who is anyone is at. This whole wad of cash is yours if you can take me there directly. It would be real convenient if it was under this rather classy bar. Don't lie to me though, or I'll skin you and make you eat it before you die." he slammed the cash on the counter, once he had his drinks the first one would go down incredibly fast, the other one was to nurse. Bars where always the best place for information, and parties. Back alley rich folk poker was done in the back rooms of these places, so it was only the easiest of logical leaps to assume this place had the people he was looking for hidden away underneath here to party the day away till the end of the world. As he awaited an answer, his sword asked a question of it's own to Homura.

"Where's Naganisa?" she inquired, almost as if she missed the woman also.
"I told her to prepare a few poisons for another of the missions so when I finish this one, we can go directly there. Whether she listens or not is a totally different thing." he mused to his sword, Naganisa seemed wrapped around his finger but she could easily be playing him. He'd know if Naganisa decided to crash his party here.

[MFT: WC 608]

 

[Sand Council]

The barkeep turned and smiled at the showy entrance and maintained his usual working demeanor. The Oasis didn't remain open without having had a lot of rough customers come in and out since the Anarchists had taken over. Some fists clenched in preparation to retaliate, but a slight gesture had the guards at the door stand down and allow the samurai to have his moment. While Homura had proven he could roll in some tough circles, he hadn't ever done business in the more rich ones of Sunagakure. One thing anyone at the top could tell you was that money did in fact equate to power, and when it came to strong-arming people, the right help was important. Many shinobi came for a price and the higher the price, the more talented they were. These weren't thugs like at the criminal compound, these were trained assassins and were as deadly as The Cabal. Playing things right until he at least confirmed his target's location is what mattered most.

Serving up the two drinks, the bartender stood there, wiping a glass with a rag.

"While that's a tempting offer, I can't take it since I don't know. If there's a party going on here, it's an awful one considering how quiet it is." There was an earnest chuckle. Then, super casually, the bartender took the wad of yen and stashed it somewhere below the counter, head-nodding towards a man in a crisp white suit and tinted glasses. "But I'm sure he'll be able to help you."

If Homura thought about it, the intelligence had come from a bunch of nuts pretending to be mission dispatchers. There was no knowing how terrible the information had actually been.

The man sat alone, drinking an amber liquid from a gleaming crystal chalice. The suit was tailor-made for him and the deep violet shirt was the finest Wind Country silk. Not too far behind him, at another table, sat two figures who were enjoying drinks and food, but clearly were hired muscle for the sharp-dressed male. If Homura wanted any information, he would have to work up the courage to face this stranger. He had stared down numerous Cabal agents so far, what was one random person in an upscale bar? Right?

 

[Randamu Kyarakuta]

"While that's a tempting offer, I can't take it since I don't know. If there's a party going on here, it's an awful one considering how quiet it is."

The bartender sass'd him. But he did point out someone who might know. It was a good thing he didn't bring the whole amount he had stashed on him, or it'd make for embarrassing time if he had to pay off this guy. So he took the drinks, and immediately downed one. He took the other one and stood up, turning to the man who had been pointed out. He seemed well dressed enough and somewhat serious. He had been in the same room with 3 of the Cabal, each most certainly strong enough to rip him apart before he could retaliate, so he wasn't feeling very scared of this lot. Sliding the sheath of his sword off his shoulder, he place it on the left side of him as he sat down, so he could quick draw with his right hand should the need arise. Staring the man in the eyes, he smirked a bit.

"So, I've been informed you know where I can get in on the big party. I hear there is a lot of money floating around in it, and I want in to do a little gambling. Rich folk are chumps, I could take them for everything and make them think they'd won." he said, leaning back in his chair sipping on his drink. He analyzed what he could about the three, looking for any obvious weapons on the two behind the rich guy and any identifiers on them to see who they might be or belong to, including any possible kekki genkai. He didn't need them swarming him with bugs or something if he had to get physical. "Take me, and I can cut you and your friends in on the take." he said as he reach into his suit pocket, pulling out a silver cigarette case and opening it, pulling a cigarette out and putting it in his mouth. "Got a light?" he said, it dangling from his lip loosely.

 

[Sand Council]

Homura was met with a loud, taunting laughter from the man opposite him. It went on for a good thirty seconds before finally coming to an abrupt halt. Not missing a beat, he took a sip from his crystal glass and gave a hard stare to the samurai sitting across from him.

"You look, dress, and act like someone who hasn't had more than enough money to afford your booze for the day. "Rich" folks," He said, physically making the hand gesture for the quotes he emphasized on the word 'Rich'. "Gamble away more money than you'll ever have in your whole life time, acres upon acres of land in numerous countries, servants, soldiers, precious metals and minerals without blinking an eye. You, boya are in over your head. Unless you have something of significant value, I suggest you leave."

It was clear the muscle just behind the man were paying full attention to the conversation. There was nothing remarkable about them, but it wouldn't be the first time a shinobi had disguised themselves to look like something else.

 

[Randamu Kyarakuta]

Laughter, it was always laughter. Nobody ever took his word seriously, when he told his father he didn't want to marry he was told to leave or commit, and he left. He was laughed at in the academy for being better than his class, called a daddys boy and only good because he had a family that made him that way, taking away any personal skill he had acquired with words. This was no different, a man looking down on him for the way he acted, the way people had made him. The way he had to act to survive in the current environment.

"You look, dress, and act like someone who hasn't had more than enough money to afford your booze for the day. "Rich" folks,"

He would continue...

"Gamble away more money than you'll ever have in your whole life time, acres upon acres of land in numerous countries, servants, soldiers, precious metals and minerals without blinking an eye. You, boya are in over your head. Unless you have something of significant value, I suggest you leave."

He sighed and threw his head back, concentrating chakra into his stomach.

Sigh, y'know...I been through a lot these past 24 hours. I killed my whole clan, I met, befriended, and slept with a cabal member, I narrowly avoided dieing at least thirteen times, I am really not in the mood to play these games where I offer you some big pot in exchange for information. So, what I'm going to do is let you live if you tell me where they are, should you refuse I will ignore the two bodyguards and remove your arms and play patty cake with the bartender with them." he said, leaning in close. This deadly look in is eyes, a look he learned from one of the previous encounters with a much scarier cabal member. His hand resting on the hilt of his blade to draw should they not back down.

"Now tell me where they are hiding, unless even your own life isn't worth the price." he continued to channel chakra into his stomach, he would need the power of wind for this.

 

[Sand Council]

Homura's tactics were well-planned and it had been more than enough to instill a momentary fear in the man across the table. However, it was not common to be met with a threat that was not answered. When someone was paid to do security, they understood the risk of the job and knew that the first time was all that was needed before action had to happen. As the samurai leaned forward and delivered his last line, the man with the glasses fell through a shadowy pit in the floor and the gap vanished with him. The two men who had been observing reacted in kind. One hurled a whole table at Homura, exploding notes attached to the bottom. And, if his senses were as sharp as his blade, another man was approaching from behind; surprise! The second man had been an clone to hide the real guard disguised as a guest in the open drinking hall. A ball of lightning was held crackling in his right hand, ready to slam and sizzle the flesh of the aggressor.

Everyone else had since run from the room, including the bartender.

WHAT DO YOU DO?!

 

[Randamu Kyarakuta]

As soon as the man dipped down into the floorboards, his body instinctively brought forth his wrath seal, his eye glowing a faint red as if he was a uchiha, but this was no sharingan. It was the seal bestowed upon him at a young age, that carried the training of generations. His sword had this feeling of yearning about it, to be released into the world for bloodshed. Akio would be proud of the senseless violence.

As the table lifted, he leaned back in his chair and smacked into the ground, letting it clear him. It had exploding notes but he wouldn't give them a chance to deonate them, as soon as it cleared his head, he popped up and released the chakra he had been holding in his stomach toward the one who had thrown the table, to prevent the handseal to activate the bombs, as well as to launch him into the air.

"HASEO" he screamed out, a tempest of air exploding out of his mouth toward the man. In the same instant, he would draw his sword and lunge forth as if one with the speed force, his sword glowing a faint blue and delivering a deft energy slash at the hopefully bewildered ninja. Then with a deft spin, one more slash. This time, the energy leaving the blade to connect with the table, hopefully setting off the charges in the other ones face.

"Face the wind..."

He said as he began to channel more chakra around him, should that not prove enough to end the two bodyguards.

 

[Sand Council]

While Homura seemed to have answers to the opening attacks, these hired swords were no push overs themselves and replied in kind. Despite the attempt to disrupt the activation of the e-notes, the attack came a second too late and the table exploded into a fireball, sending both Homura and one of the attackers sideways. Crackling and chirping like a thousand birds, the chaotic attack was used to rush through the energy slash; reducing its overall strength by a decent amount, but he still came. Homura spin to the side and dodged it, slashing downward in response and cutting deep into the shoulder of one.

Shadowy tentacles shot out of the ground, whipping and snarling at the samurai. The other man, whose shadow seemed non-existent now, was the cause of these otherworldly whips attempting to maim our poor hero. There was an advantage to be had. One was wounded and the other was covering for him.

[Wounded Thug is still near Homura; within arm's reach; well within sword's reach. Shadow Thug is ten meters away with numerous chairs and furniture along the way.]

 

[Randamu Kyarakuta]

Tendrils, shadowy and whipping about. He knew this bloodline by trait, but not name. It was always a weak area for him. At any rate, he would have to react fast. Bending low to the ground, he'd punch into the floorboards, picking up a large shard of wood and throwing it behind the man closest to him, then as if by magic switch places with it, another energy slash aimed at the throat in an attempt to separate head from shoulders. Followed by a kick for the torso to fly into the man controlling the shadows. He would build up wind chakra, to whip the loose pieces of debris around him in a frenzy, an intense look in his eyes as he walked forward toward the shadow man.

"Hasagi...."

He said intensely, his aura of destruction shining through like a true cabal member. The debris all congregating in front of him and launching at the man in a steady stream like being in the middle of a bad tornado near a trailer park on a dirt road. It was JUST enough to hurt, but not enough to kill. A prime distraction, for him to attempt to weave in and out of the tendrils to get close and deal a fatal blow to the chest.

 

[Sand Council]

The first man was instantly killed. He had been no match in his inhibited state and soon was parted with his head. This however re-doubled the efforts of the other muscle-for-hire and he reacted instantly, batting away the makeshift projectiles with whips of shadow. There was a clear mastery of his ability and it did not take much for him to defend him in such a manner. Sharp eyes watched Homura as he moved through the distraction and he was met with another shadowy veil that he stepped into and was tossed onto the opposite side of the room once more. Simple tricks wouldn't work on this man, and now that he had watched his partner beheaded, he was more determined than effort to keep body in one piece.\

While Homura worked this out, what of the boss man he had been speaking with? He had vanished through the floor, a technique of the bodyguard before the samurai now. Where had he gone to? Perhaps he had warned those swanky snobs and they had already beat feet.

Whatever would be decided needed to be done soon or else the window would close shut forever and they would move locations. It wasn't striking an important low against the village, but the goodies he could loot from their stashes would be wondrous to have, even if they meant little in a village governed by a psychotic version of martial law.

 

[Randamu Kyarakuta]

He needed a way to break through the shadow tendrils and all the bull that was this ninjas skills. The only thing that he had up his sleeve was a last ditch effort to win. So, he would throw more crap at the man as he recovered and headed toward the bar, looking as though he was just trying the same crap again and was out of options. Once at the bar, he grabbed a bottle of booze and poured it over his blade, tossing the rest at the man among the crap he was throwing out there. Then another rush down, but as he got close to the shadow tendrils, his blade would glow once more with the energy as it had against his friend. This would ignite the alcohol on the blade, creating this bright sharp pointy torch that would hopefully cut through the shadow and allow him entry into the mans personal space to cleave him at the torso. Working or not, he would then leap backward and breath wind into the fire, just enough to feed it and cause a flamethrower like effect. An attempt to destroy the space the man had to move and/or react and/or breath. Attempting to create a flash fire that would burn all the oxygen in the small area around the man, including what was in his lungs.

Should he be able to pull that off, he would rip up the floorboards where the man had disappeared into, to see if there was a secret entrance below. The man wouldn't have hired ninja if he could just poof away like that, he had to be somewhere nearby! Or so his line of thinking would go.

 

[Sand Council]

As Homura assumed, the shadowy man managed to deflect many of his makeshift projectiles, including the bottle of booze, but the blazing attack that followed had not been expected. Dazzling light and fire cut through the tendrils as if they hadn't even been there and despite his best efforts, he didn't manage to avoid the blow and it cut deep enough into his center mass, that he felt inside pressuring to explode outward. Engulfed in flames and finding it hard to intake breath, he gave way and crumpled to the ground. Once he lost consciousness, the gaping wound in his stomach was seeping large amounts of blood, but it would not seep through the floor.

As Homura used all of his might to tear through the floor, he would only find a solid concrete floor. Sunagakure structures were often stone or cement due to not having the trees native to support wood foundations.

There was a rear door that looked awfully suspicious, though.

Or through excessive force Homura could enter into the basement through some other means.

 

[Randamu Kyarakuta]

Adaptation, breaking from the style your accustomed to, and thinking outside the box. It was something he had learned outside of his clan, something that needed to be known to survive on the streets when the whole world is against you. What he never picked up however, was carpentry so he was a bit surprised there wasn't a trap door under the wood. Also that it was all concrete, a thing he never really got until now, as it made sense that the building wasn't made of wood when there wasn't trees down here. Note to self, if he ever had freedom after this, plant trees down here.

That being said, he would walk up to the door and kick it down, heading into the basement to whatever was down there. If it was the people, a fast slaughter would take place.

 

[Sand Council]

Homura kicked the door open with a thundering crash! Hand grasping the hilt to his sword, he was ready to put an end to this entire endeavor once and for all. The bodyguards had beaten and worn him and now he wished to release some of that pent up anger, but as he brandished the blood-thirsty blade he would see dozens of bodies slumped over tables, chairs, on the floor. There indeed had been a party, but it had ended abruptly as the entire lot had keeled over. Closer inspection of the bodies would reveal their eyes to have turned blood-red and foam gathering around their mouths.

An overturned bottle of wine glimmered on one table.

On its label was fiery red writing. Lipstick.

Here's a drink on me! ~Igarashi Setsuko <i></i>

The Igarashi were the criminal organization that Naganisa had Homura slaughter. If Homura put two and two together, he would notice the obvious trend of poisoning wine to take out an unsuspecting target and link it to the psychotic women who he joined in cahoots with. Well, they were all dead. A mission accomplished...sorta.

(OOC: Go get them monies <_<)

 

[Randamu Kyarakuta]

His fury would not be quelled so easily. He had slaughtered the people above to get them down below. Walking up to the bodies, he would begin rummaging through their things and collecting anything that looked valuable. He was doing it quickly, wearing what jewelry and things he couldn't fit in a pocket or pouch. Sliding the small bracelets on his sword sheath. His sword would express it's pleasure in looking pretty, but would go widely ignored as he stewed in his anger. This was his job, his mission, he wouldn't let whoever did this have credit. Then he would come across the wine bottle, a lovely note written on it in lipstick. Ripping a napkin up, he would dab some of the lipstick on it and stuff it away, it was a clue so it needed to be preserved. The name igarashi was one he had heard of before, and slaughtered much of, if not all.

Had Naganisa took the identity of the Igarashi in order to do this? There couldn't be any igarashi remaining that were organized enough to pull this off so it had to be her, maybe she is Igarashi and he had been an instrument of vengeance for her. He would have to hunt her down and talk to her, forcefully, with the pointy end of his sword...and not the one you're thinking. So having pilfered and looked for/collected any more clues, he would unleash the pent up anger on the bodies, leaving what could be construed as soup left behind. He would then pour alcohol all over everything and set it ablaze, nobody would know that naganisa had been here, he'd make it look like he did it. In the same manor that his family had been murdered, now a calling card of his own. It would take a long time before anyone could forensic out the true answer.

Once all was said and done, he would leave to find Naganisa...she had to answer some questions before his next adventure.

[Topic Left, Mission complete?]