Kano Kushinada was very, very ... annoyed.
Now, this isn't so climatic as it sounds. Kano displayed most of her emotions rather strongly and outwardly, so the furrowing of her brow and the twitching of it besides wasn't that much of a threat to anyone's well-being. It still made the younger kids that followed her around, as a kind-of troupe, cower behind various pieces of dilapidated furniture and garbage cans. They knew better. Even if Kano was significantly more bark than bite, she could bark loud enough to cause its own kind of damage. Her fists were clenched at her sides, thumbs pressed into her knuckles as if she meant to hit something. It'd be a poor plan, due to the solid stone in front of her, but she was never known for having the brightest decisions.
Well, okay, that was enough ragging on her. She was trying quite hard, here, to not stomp around and throw a tantrum as the directions of the mission she had picked up led her here. This place had a special meaning to Kano -- it was her first hideout. This was where she had started up in her Academy days after being held back her first time around and realizing that she needed some kind of "claim" for the smaller students to follow her. What she came up with was this stack of boxes and trash that used to be a well-ignored section of the village bordering its high society and its slums ; it was out of place, down an alley and opening to a little spot with just enough room to sit around or scale the sides of the walls.
When she was first here, it wasn't so dirty. So unclean. So defaced by the bigger gangs and the rival hooligans that would shuffle in and out, the "Spot" trading ownership every few weeks at best. She had kept it the longest simply by being one of the stronger contenders at the time, and she liked to believe it thrived the most under her leadership -- as she believed most things did. If she stepped closer inside, she would still find the chalk drawings her group had made further up the wall; but the lower you went, the more jumbled and disastrous the scene became. It didn't age well.
The mission had been for the large masterpiece of a ... less than civil depiction of their current Raikage, including a sprawling mustache and sideburns she was sure she didn't have. She was sent here for the relatively easy job of cleaning it off with the promise of payment -- after all, as the Queen of Darkness, she had many subjects that ... well, they needed to eat. It was her job to feed them, after all. She still had a family to go home to every night, but this family, here, these kids -- not all of them did. They could only nick so many buns and fruits from carts along the streets before they needed to find a new mark, and she couldn't very well lead them out of the village. Hunting wasn't yet her forte, either. She was just making do.
She had brought some of her forces along with her to speed up the process - and she didn't want to spend her entire day here working her muscles to soreness - and they had initially all gone down this alley together. It was only her eye catching on the familiar surroundings that noted the space further in, a place ignored or forgotten by the authorities thanks to the dump of garbage covering its mouth. That was what caused her current disgruntlement, and had the kids looking away and whistling occasionally while they waited for her to work it out.
She had left the Spot when she graduated because she was bigger and stronger than she had been when she claimed it, which let her move up and battle out bigger gangs from their hideaways until she was able to secure a larger, nicer one for her group. Now they had a section of the slums with a swing-set and a pile of tires that they liked to pop in and out of, and eventually she hoped to give them an even bigger estate on the nicer side of the city. Still, looking at her past in shambles like this, it ... renewed a certain kind of fire in her. It almost felt like a slight, an insult, and Her Imperious Evilness didn't stand so easily at being smarted. No, they had to clean this up now, too.
And so they set to work. It was much more effort, and not included in her payment, but it was important -- to her, and so to her "family." In the end, this was all for them one day.
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[ Mission Completed, Topic Left ]
Now, this isn't so climatic as it sounds. Kano displayed most of her emotions rather strongly and outwardly, so the furrowing of her brow and the twitching of it besides wasn't that much of a threat to anyone's well-being. It still made the younger kids that followed her around, as a kind-of troupe, cower behind various pieces of dilapidated furniture and garbage cans. They knew better. Even if Kano was significantly more bark than bite, she could bark loud enough to cause its own kind of damage. Her fists were clenched at her sides, thumbs pressed into her knuckles as if she meant to hit something. It'd be a poor plan, due to the solid stone in front of her, but she was never known for having the brightest decisions.
Well, okay, that was enough ragging on her. She was trying quite hard, here, to not stomp around and throw a tantrum as the directions of the mission she had picked up led her here. This place had a special meaning to Kano -- it was her first hideout. This was where she had started up in her Academy days after being held back her first time around and realizing that she needed some kind of "claim" for the smaller students to follow her. What she came up with was this stack of boxes and trash that used to be a well-ignored section of the village bordering its high society and its slums ; it was out of place, down an alley and opening to a little spot with just enough room to sit around or scale the sides of the walls.
When she was first here, it wasn't so dirty. So unclean. So defaced by the bigger gangs and the rival hooligans that would shuffle in and out, the "Spot" trading ownership every few weeks at best. She had kept it the longest simply by being one of the stronger contenders at the time, and she liked to believe it thrived the most under her leadership -- as she believed most things did. If she stepped closer inside, she would still find the chalk drawings her group had made further up the wall; but the lower you went, the more jumbled and disastrous the scene became. It didn't age well.
The mission had been for the large masterpiece of a ... less than civil depiction of their current Raikage, including a sprawling mustache and sideburns she was sure she didn't have. She was sent here for the relatively easy job of cleaning it off with the promise of payment -- after all, as the Queen of Darkness, she had many subjects that ... well, they needed to eat. It was her job to feed them, after all. She still had a family to go home to every night, but this family, here, these kids -- not all of them did. They could only nick so many buns and fruits from carts along the streets before they needed to find a new mark, and she couldn't very well lead them out of the village. Hunting wasn't yet her forte, either. She was just making do.
She had brought some of her forces along with her to speed up the process - and she didn't want to spend her entire day here working her muscles to soreness - and they had initially all gone down this alley together. It was only her eye catching on the familiar surroundings that noted the space further in, a place ignored or forgotten by the authorities thanks to the dump of garbage covering its mouth. That was what caused her current disgruntlement, and had the kids looking away and whistling occasionally while they waited for her to work it out.
She had left the Spot when she graduated because she was bigger and stronger than she had been when she claimed it, which let her move up and battle out bigger gangs from their hideaways until she was able to secure a larger, nicer one for her group. Now they had a section of the slums with a swing-set and a pile of tires that they liked to pop in and out of, and eventually she hoped to give them an even bigger estate on the nicer side of the city. Still, looking at her past in shambles like this, it ... renewed a certain kind of fire in her. It almost felt like a slight, an insult, and Her Imperious Evilness didn't stand so easily at being smarted. No, they had to clean this up now, too.
And so they set to work. It was much more effort, and not included in her payment, but it was important -- to her, and so to her "family." In the end, this was all for them one day.
[ 804/500 ]
[ Mission Completed, Topic Left ]
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