Mission C Rank: Loveless in Kurosawa [Beloved]

[Michi]

Mission Offer: The beloved poison has become airborne. It is already quite widespread and the public has descended into chaos. There is humping in the streets! Hide your sons! Shield your daughters! No it is not in the water, it is in the air. We have tried to disperse the poison with wind and storm, yet the poison still lingers and we fear for the safety of the people of Kurosawa. Take these gas-masks (adventurers are considered to have a gas mask on that can be removed with a called shot to the face automatically in addition to your normal inventory) and start administering antidotes. Take these vials and syringes (adventures are considered to each have a stack of three oral doses of antidote and three syringe antidotes in addition to their routine inventory). Unfortunately some of the people afflicted with this poison are powerful shinobis within their own right. There is one in particular that you are being sent to recover, pictured below:

This mission is not for the faint of heart, those with heart conditions, seizure conditions, those who are or think they might become pregnant. If we had the time we would tell you to contact a physician prior to participation but time is of the essence!

Intended Audience: D (High), C and B Rank players (OC). This is not for capped users. This is not limited to a village but is considered to be a GROUP MODDED MISSION so that means that you cannot be in another concurrent modded situation to join. This adventure caps at 3 users. Please be able to post at least once a week, if you realistically do not think you can commit to this then please leave the slot open for another player.

Mission Leader: Myself, Michi.

Target: Hissori

Directions: If you are interested, simply post in this thread an RP. You would have received the call for help/mission offer over your headset or another person's headset. A perimeter has already been made around Ground 0. You have been supplied with a gas mask and an antidote. Please list what else is in your inventory and give me a copy of your profile.

 

[Ii Hissori]

(I am in on this.)

 

[Karasu Mika]

Post 1:

After her class in the city of Kurosawa, with Shin(!) and a few Kumo shinobi being her senseis, she had decided to hang around in the Country of Tea a bit more. With a bag of muffins in her hand, she held onto a cup of coffee. It was half-full, as she hadn’t drunk much of it earlier when she bought it at the Coffee Shop Shin was at. She couldn’t drink the coffee as she had a gas mask over most of her face, the reason being that there was currently a poison in the air. She didn’t want to inhale the poison, and was given the gas mask along with other people. Walking over to a trashcan, the girl dropped in her coffee cup and stuffed the bag of muffins away. She was here for a mission... Now, where was the mission leader? She had received the offer for the mission through her headset about half an hour ago, and interested, agreed to help. There were also some other shinobi on this mission too, she believed.

As the girl wandered into a alleyway, she took out the antidotes that she was given along with the gas mask. She had to cure other people who were affected by the ‘Beloved’ poison, but also had to find a ceratin shinobi. Looking down at the picture she had also gotten out, she could see that the male had long hair of a color similar to blonde. His eyes were a piercing red and had a generally good-looking face. As she glanced up from the picture, she saw a civilian male heading her way. Turning her head to the side, she could see a young teenage girl with long, beautiful blue hair. The girl was wearing a gas mask, like Mika and some of her friends that were doing a poor job of hiding, and seemed to be scared of the male. “Harou?” the girl said with a uncertain look. As the male got closer, she and her friends quickly dashed away, seeming to be afraid. He’s a victim of the poison! Quietly, the girl made her way to the male. Holding tightly to a syringe antidote, she knocked out the male so there would be no struggle. She inserted the cure into the male and dragged him away from the other people affected by the poison.

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(OOC: joining )
(OOC: sent Profile and Inventory through PM)

 

[Ginyama Senshiro]

Not too far away, Tetsushi marched through the streets of Kurosawa, his eyes and ears open to any indication of the target's presence; much like the girl, he wore a respirator that filtered the poison tainting the air in Kurosawa and obscured his face to some extent. Despite the precautions taken, however, both Soma and Damashi were experiencing the effects of the potent pheromone.

"Mina?" Soma thought as Tetsushi gazed longingly at another frightened girl with a respirator. Despite her young age, he only saw his dearly beloved--his late wife--and felt compelled to embrace her one last time.

As he approached her, however, Damashi gave the Yamanaka's consciousness a swift kick, causing him to come to his senses and stop.

"She's not her," he mentally dispelled the illusion. "She's not Mina; she's not Kirie; she's just another girl."

Soma sighed silently before retaliating with a more powerful, painful punch, causing the boy's body to double over.

"Do not undermine my authority again!" he replied before allowing Damashi to regain control of Tetsushi's body. "That girl and whatever ill fate befalls her is irrelevant to my goal!"

Damashi scoffed at the cult leader's lack of empathy as he extended Tetsushi's hand towards the girl.

"My apologies, miss," he addressed her. "Would you like to be escorted to safety?"

((Mission accepted; information sent))

 

[Kanmuri]

Still nothing huh…

Kanmuri thought to himself as he finished his touring the city of Kurosawa in Tea Country. Given prior information, he was dressed well in his black t-shirt, which had white markings, and white shorts. The tour of the city was nice, but in the end, he didn’t accomplish what he came to do. The eight year old stuffed his hands in his pockets and continued to tour on Kurosawa on his own and said, “Today's been a waste.” However, Kanmuri stopped dead in his tracks as he felt something in his pocket.

My headset...I forgot this was in here.

The boy closed his eyes and began to rub his temples a he thought I guess it wouldn't hurt to put them on, but would it really be useful? Kanmuri let out a sigh and put on the headset before continuing to look around. Then--not up to 10 minutes later--a grin crawl the eight year old’s face. A mission had been called in--one that could not be passed up. There was a dangerous, airborne poison within a certain part Kurosawa, and this poison would cause those affected to...act out of character to say the least.

Kanmuri began to quicken his step in response to the mission offer. That power walk would soon become a jog which in turn would become a full sprint. Kanmuri’s grin became more wide as he couldn’t control his excitement. With this opportunity right in front of me, there’s no way I can pass it up. Kanmuri thought before saying, “Looks, like today’s really not going to be a waste.”

Kanmuri made his way to the appointed destination. He know had a gas mask on his face and his sides were home inventory belts. On his right side, there was a pouch connected to the inventory belt which held the syringes and vials with the antidote. On the opposite side, there was a pouch that contained oral version of the antidote. Although he found the gas mask as an inconvenience, it didn’t hinder his movements in any way. He was armed and ready to complete his mission, as the target’s image was engraved in his mind.

Recalling the target, made Kanmuri grin once more as he whispered “You’re mine…”

Being in between two buildings, Kanmuri leaned on the one to his left and watched for any signs of movement. His headset was fastened on his head as he listened for directions and more importantly his mission leader and potential teammates as none were present as far as he could tell.

((OOC: Mission undertaken; information to be sent))

 

[Michi]

Beloved was a chemical compound used by shinobis over a decade ago to glean information from subjects or to prevent aggressive behavior in a known violent target. A consumed potion, Beloved made the victim feel an intense, deep 'love' for another party. The hope of most was that this poison would dissuade violent, maddened chakra-capable men and women from assaulting a shinobi or civilian party of interest or that their affections would cloud their judgement and the victim would share secrets with interested parties. This did happen, but Beloved was found to be unreliable, at least in Wind Country. Beloved did indeed imbue the victim with a sense of 'deep love' for another party, however the focus of their affections was a variable. Some fell in 'love' with an unintended party, others with an unintended object and there were even a few reported cases of love towards themselves. Further, while some parties simply became enamored with a target, others became sexually forward and even violent. Sexual assault cases skyrocketed. This became so problematic that production was ceased in Wind Country over 15 years ago.

There were a few cases of Beloved poisoning in the years that followed, mostly the misuse of old bottles of Beloved by interested parties bought and sold on the Black Market in the Grand Palais. Some would do anything to get the returned affection of their paramour, Obviously this was a criminal act and treated as such but many of the cases went unreported. Beloved is incredibly hard to detect and without an obvious administration many of the victims thought themselves inebriated. The Beloved potion as she knew it was a consumable poison, often mixed in the food or drink of an intended target, in rare cases it was forcibly ingested. As far as she was aware, these Beloved stores had dried up years ago. There had not been a reported Beloved poisoning case in Wind Country in five years, the last case being in Soons Haven. She remembered the case well, she remembered every case in fact. It was a young woman who was enamored with a local businessman, some believe that it was less love and more greed that drove her. She poisoned his food and drink with the Beloved compound and it would appear that her goal was to produce his heir. He was quite old however, his heart gave out in the process. Authorities were able to determine the cause of death to be related to his 'excitement' when they recovered an empty wine bottle that had traces of the toxin within.

That is what made this outbreak troublesome, she had not seen this poison in use in years and yet this civilian community not only stumbled upon an effective compound mixture but they were able to aerosolized it over a grand area. It was only a mile, but the mile was of densely populated area and the beloved toxin lingered like smoke. Given the compound's volatile effect and the fact that they improved upon the original poison 'inadvertently', curiosity got the best of the lone Oracle. She had arrived two days earlier, drawn by the spectacle that likely drew most of the people here: The World Martial Arts Tournament. A gathering of the strongest men and women in the world so that they could battle it out fascinated her. It was a simple concept but it had never happened before. It was odd, almost as odd as who decided to host the first international shinobi gathering since the intervillage examination that was intended to be a demonstration of international cooperation and learning until it was quickly turned onto its head. That was of course the plan and it worked, even if it did not work as well as the Diamyo had hoped. What was the purpose of this gathering? Did they have something to do with this Beloved 'accident'? Yes, she sounded paranoid but it was not without reason. She knew what sort of man Ishi Shiro was and the sort of men left under his charge and employ.

She had to look into it.

She was not terribly far from the outbreak, she was staying in a small hotel room near the harbor. Something about the water made her nervous, as if there was something in there that was watching her so she decided that it would be best if she watched back. She would draw the curtains and seal the window once the siren rang out and the announcement declared a state of local emergency. She had a gas mask inventoried, she did not hesitate as she affixed the mask to her face. The leather straps pulled tight and the buckles held the mask securely in place. She tugged at the mask, the fit was firm. She would leave her books in her hotel room, she would only need one. She retrieved a simple, empty leather book and a single pen to record her observations.

She would arrive several minutes later. Apparently Kurosawa had already sought interested chakra-capables to herd the populace. She would arrive after Kanmuri, Tetsushi and Mika. She was not dressed like a shinobi, she looked more like a civilian since she lacked the regalia most shinobi's proudly donned such as a symbol of their community or clan, a headband, chuunin's vest or other indicator. She wore a pair of beige cargo shorts and a simple plain white ribbed tank top and a pair of brown leather boots. Her breaths were accentuated by the large gas mask she wore over her face. Her short, dark hair was messy due to the hasty placement of the mask in the first place but she lacked the vanity to make any attempt to smooth her unruly tresses. Her stature would suggest youth, perhaps a teenager. She was barely five foot. She was in fact much older but since her hybridization, her body has underwent a number of changes.

She would pull out her notebook and start to write as she watched a trio strangers go to work on the unruly crowd. She would fondle the potions in her pocket, they would clatter as they were shifted by her fingers. She was not here to be a hero, that was not her intended role. She would climb one of the buildings near the heart of the chaos and sit down on the ledge, notebook opened at her side. She would start taking notes. "Fascinating."

---

Meanwhile...

Down below where the rest of you were... The world was in chaos. There was humping and grinding in the streets! You would need a bigger and a better fire-hose to get these crazy people off of each other. Also, a few months of therapy, but that is another story. That was of course a partial concern, most of these civilians would be easy for you to subdue. Barely proficient in chakra use or incapable of molding chakra at all, you would be more akin to a 'god' than a peer as you attempt to quell this uprising (pun intended).

Some had already broken free of the Beloved Poison and they had started to flee. Yes, flee from the lusty denizens of Kurosawa. You could tell the difference by their panicked and shamed expression. Notably, a lanky man with glasses and a partially undone tie was running in your direction. In pursuit three middle aged men. "Bad touch! BAD TOUCH! Help! HELP!" That was all that man would cry, he was fast considering the loafers he wore since they were not conducive to running. He was doing a dam good job considering. "AIIIIIEEEEEE!" The trio of men were catching up to him, would they run past him or were they going to overtake him like jungle predators?

If you ever saw wildlife on TV or books, you would know that he would not have a pretty fate.

The man would trip and he would fall. He would attempt to scramble back to his feet and run but the trio of men would attempt to descend upon the unfortunate man. "Heeeeelllllp!" A single arm, now bare as the sleeve was ripped off would reach out for help, like a drowning man trying to reach a life-raft.

 

[Karasu Mika]

Post 2:

As Mika placed the young civilian male hidden behind a few trashcans and boxes, she turned to the main streets of the city. There was quite a lot of chaos due to the poison, the girl thought as she carefuly looked outside. She was lucky enough to not have been ‘attacked’ by the affected people as she carefully made her way inside the area. She fastened the bindings that kept the gas mask attached to her face. She was annoyed at the way that the gas mask covered one of her eyes—the people gave out different types of gas masks—but she could still manage without a part of her vision. Pulling her red scarf further up her face, she stepped out of the alleyway. She let out a soft sigh as she watched the chaos rage on—it was quite large as Kurosawa was a very populated area. She quickly began helping unaffected civilians out of the area, watching the affected people with a nervous look.

As she helped a woman dressed in a green shirt, gold-colored half-jacket and knee-length skirt, she stared with wide eyes as man started screaming for help. Forcing herself to calm down—she had moved on from using her pills—she rushed over to help the man. She kicked off one of the men, cringing as the man let out a pained cry. Though she was small in stature, her kick was still powerful enough to send the man to the ground. She got ready to kick the other men off the screaming man, lifting her leg up.

wc: 260

 

[Ginyama Senshiro]

Meanwhile, the girl before Damashi shrunk away from his kindhearted gesture, skeptical about his good intentions. She was around Tetsushi's age--in the awkward and terrifying process of puberty, which undoubtedly became even more turbulent considering the chaos brewing about Kurosawa. The shinobi retracted his hand with a sigh before quickly scanning the nearby area for potential ambush sites. After making sure their part of the quarantined area was clear, he pointed to the shortest path leading towards the established perimeter.

"At the very least, you need to get out of here," Damashi stated. "If you do not feel safe around me, I understand, but at least allow me to guarantee your evacuation."

The girl nodded meekly before bolting down the street the boy had indicated, the latter standing vigilant until the former reached her destination safely. But before he could congratulate himself, a young man shouted somewhere nearby, his pleas for help muffled under the sound of what Damashi would be his pursuer's body. Wasting no time, the Suna student rushed through the city, stiff-arming other would-be assailants out of his way before he arrived to see not one, not two, but three middle-aged men savagely forcing themselves upon the man screaming for help and a girl--Mika--he had met from the joint class with Kumo.

As she detained one with a powerful kick, Tetsushi prepared to poise himself between the girl, the younger man, and the two others afflicted with the poison, hoping to intercept any unwanted advances before incapacitating the only one left with a choke hold.

 

[Kanmuri]

Hmmm...Things are becoming interesting…. The white-haired boy thought to himself as a grin crept across the sharp face under his gas mask. There seemed to be a man screaming for help--screaming for his life. There were three men, seemingly affected with the “beloved poison”, that were chasing one man. One of the affected men, advanced upon the victim and began ripping his sleeves, and it was at this point that Kanmuri began to chuckle and thought This man’s a goner. There’s no way I’m wasting my antidotes on them.

To make the show more interesting, a girl would appear, one that Kanmuri met earlier that day. Beneath his gas mask, Kanmuri licked his lips before removing his hands from his pocket and cross them over his chest and thought It seems like fate wants us to meet… The next scene would be the girl kicking the man, and from Kanmuri’s view it looked like she kicked him in a spot he’d never forget causing the Kanmuri to cringe from afar and whisper “Ow…”

Before he could finish cringing, Tetsushi would appear and strangle another one of the pursuers. Kanmuri’s eyebrows would furrow as he thought What’s up with these kids… The grin would return to his face as he thought, They have a general idea of how to be violent but- Kanmuri then sprinted ahead and jumped. With momentum on his side, he unleashed a brutal punch straight down to the temple of the last man with a mad grin under his gas mask. The transfer of momentum would cause the the face of the man to almost turn 180 degrees, and he’d skid a few feet to the left and lay motionless. It looked unclear whether or not the man was dead or unconscious, but Kanmuri couldn’t care less. He cracked the knuckles of his punching hand as a grin had completely overtaken the face under his gas mask. With his fueled with excitement, the scarlet-eyed boy thought That’s what you call violent!

 

[Michi]

A civilian was launched twenty feet due to that mule-kick. The girl was treating some of the bad-touch assault victims but the afflicted lewd fiends were seemingly endless with their numbers unaffected. "You're an angle," the victim tearfully thanks their child savior. As he said this another lusty denizen attempted to grab hold of him, he let out a shrill cry before he responded with a uncalled for shot. No, he was not shinobi trained, he just knew that erm inherent weakness before he scurried away. He was not going to look back, he has seen things. Terrible things. He also might have done a few of those things before the poison wore off but semantics. He fled while the girl held back the sexual invasion.

A rotund, middle aged man who was only partially clothed would come at Mika. His terrible thoughts could be read in his eyes. They were the sort of thoughts that he should not have. Thoughts he would never have had if it was not for the... An arm wrapped around his neck and constricted about the deviant's neck. He let out a wheezing gasp for air, his ball-like head and potato nose turning red. He would struggle and attempt to pull away, the lack of oxygen to his brain had no effect on what his other brain wanted. His back would arch as the full weight of the student would pull him back. His back was like like it used to be. In fact, the student just threw it out. His knees would buckle as he spasmed on the ground. He might have said something wildly inappropriate, but there are kids in this thread so the censors are on. He would fall to the ground, his interest at the very least shifted from Mika to Tetsushi. His pudgy little fingers would reach back for the student. EVADE man EVADE!

Kanmuri would take a bounding leap, his fist contacting the skull of the final unfortunate bloke. His head turned around from the impact of the blow, now facing the wrong way. His legs would go limp and he would instantly fall to the ground. His eyes would blink twice before they would blink no more. Necks only turn so far, at 180 degrees the widowmakers were likely fractured. Was it the best course of action, to treat a poisoned civilian with lethal force for a violent crime beyond their cogitative control? No, it certainly was not but this event had little to do with ethic. After all, how many witnesses would remain? Would they care? Would they even notice or care?

If nothing else, they were surrounded but unlike a zombie apocalypse they were not the only flavor of meat. That was likely their saving grace. Many of the afflicted were more interested in each other and they were doing things that one would never unsee and years of therapy could never erase. Still there was something uneasy that they could perhaps feel. A terrible hormonal power. Yes, if they had scanners it would be over nine-thousand. To their right they would see it. A gated space, a simple sign would simply say The Springs. It was a local hotspring, a haven for bath connoisseur. Yes, that was the only thing that ever happened in a bath house. Should also tell you about what a swell guy the Diamyo is while the narrator is at it. The door would open, the fence would break and a cloud of steam would creep into the street. Through the cloud, additional figures would emerge. Well, at the very least their outlines. Thank Jashin most of them were still wearing towels...

Get in here Hissori!

 

[Karasu Mika]

Post 3:

As the girl would try to keep the affected men away, trying to make sure to not hurt them severely, she would hear the young and unaffected man thank her. She would give a smile, though she would return to kicking the attackers away, unknown of the fact that the man was currently running away from the crowd of affected civilians. There were just so many and she couldn’t hurt them too much as they were civilians. At this thought, the girl would sigh and keep trying to not hurt the civilians as she had done so before. As she would knock out another civilian (she did not want to waste the antidotes right now in this crowd of... these people), she would hear the thump! of a fallen body. ”Wh—“ Turning around, the girl would see a young boy, specifically the student she had seen before. Before she would do anything else, another boy would rush into the crowd, punching the unfortunate man. As the girl would see the impact the force had on the man, she would give the white-haired boy a look of horror, shouting, ”They’re just civilians! W-Why...”

The girl would turn away to kick away another civilian. The crowd was so large, it would take quite some time to knock out everyone. Their target was ‘Hissori’, wasn’t it? They could just escape this place and look for him... As the girl would see an opening in the crowd, she would rush forwards, shouting to the two boys wearing the gas masks, ”There’s too many! Our target is ‘Hissori’ and the man is already safe!” She didn’t want to run away, but there were too many and they were just civilians. Suddenly, a cloud steam would escape from a nearby Spring, appearing from it several figures. ”Great...”

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[Ginyama Senshiro]

A tinge of guilt crept up Tetsushi's spine as Mika's would-be assailant--the man within his own chokehold--collapsed to the ground in spasms. But as the man reached back for whatever he was reaching for, the boy came to his senses, released the man, and then slapped his hand away as casually as anyone would swat a fly.

"No, bad!" he vocally reprimanded the man before outpacing him--given Tetsushi's shinobi training and the man's temporary spasms, it wasn't hard. But the man proved dogged in his pursuit of him. Tetsushi's blood started to boil, evident by the aura flaring up around him. "I said no," he addressed the man as he spun around and gave the man a basic kick to his nether regions, "and 'no' means no!"

As his foot would inevitably connect with his target, Tetsushi's aura would fade away as the feeling of guilt returned; despite not empowering the strike with chakra, no doubt his shinobi training alone would prove more than lethal to the poisoned man. But before he could grief for his victim, another would fall nearby, this time with his neck snapped from a savage punch. A feeling of dread permeated the air as Tetsushi looked up at a familiar red-eyed boy.

"There was no need for that much violence," he cautioned Kanmuri, realizing just how much of a hypocrite he was as he looked back down to his own victim. "I regret what I've done."

Then Mika began scolding the two of them, causing him to raise an eyebrow in her direction.

"They may be civilians, but so are the victims. If we must use our antidotes sparingly, at the very least we must incapacitate them before they cause any more harm." Tetsushi then turned towards at Kanmuri, placing emphasis on both of their sins, "Preferably without killing or crippling them."

But before Tetsushi could get even more philosophical, the gates to what he assumed was the hot springs burst open, revealing several figures obscured by a thick steam. "Morality aside," he commented as he started to follow after Mika, "we have ourselves to think of as well."

 

[Kanmuri]

Upon hearing the words of his supposed teammates, the grin underneath Kanmuri’s face quickly faded to one of annoyance. The boy began to think, Did this girl just say that we should hold back because they were civilians? And is Tetsushi changing his opinion after nearly killing someone himself?

The eight-year old shook his head in disbelief and rubbed his hand through his newly white-colored hair. It was his symbol of strength and improvement--his pride! He’d probably been through training that few his age could even dream of. As he got stronger, his hair color would change from the sakura color to its present color. He didn’t attain his strength by being like those who currently stood before him. He didn’t attain that strength by being soft.

Taking a deep breath full of annoyance, Kanmuri stared at his teammates with his deep, scarlet eyes and said, “Yes, it’s true that ‘Hissori’ is or target, but that doesn’t mean anything at this current point in time. As ninja, we do what we have to do for the better of our kind regardless of morality. These people here are currently only filled with malice intent. Whether or not they do this of their own free will has nothing to do with us. They stand in between our goal while indiscriminately targeting the ‘true’ civilians. That means that we have to get rid of them while we can before they cause more damage while we’re gone. Our methods don’t matter, it’s the end result that’s most important.”

As Kanmuri finished talking, more of the affected began to emerge resulting in his grin returning under his gas mask. With adrenaline once again flowing to his veins, the feeling of dread and death would subtly return, but the feeling would be a little heavier than before. Armed and ready, Kanmuri continued saying to his teammates,

“Our resources are small and like Tetsushi said, ‘We have ourselves to think of.’ I don’t know about you guys, but I’ll happily take down anything blocking me from my goal,” before immediately sprinting towards his new victims.

Were there many things wrong with that the scarlet-eyed boy said? Yes! Of course there were. In fact, his eagerness to resort to violence would have probably earned him a seat in a mental facility, but this was a world of “Kill or be killed” and this eight year old’s conviction to stand at the top was as close to unshakable as could be.

 

[Ii Hissori]

Adjusting his pants some, the older man stepped out from the hot spring. With a relaxed sigh, Hissori would stretch his arms high above his head. Something about tea country had made Hissori feel much more, younger! Even his dog, Buru whom was by his side seemed to be much happier. The man was dressed simply, a green and blue button down shirt, and a pair of baggy khaki’s.

Hissori had just left the spa, his strawberry blonde hair still damp with the hot water that he had been soaking in. The whole business itself was a moaning mess at this point, but Hissori didn’t really see a problem with that. In fact, the world around him seemed to almost always have this feeling of love around them. It was pretty nice if the form Tsuchikage had to ask himself. It must have been a good omen for the event.

What Hissori did not know however, he was patient zero of some poison that had been covered the tournament. Some person had infected everyone with a beloved potion, and Hissori had been the first one to get a dose of it. Rubbing the light fur of Buru, the man would smile. “Why don’t we get some food before he got to check out the first set of matches Buru?” Hissori asked his dog companion as the man bent over at the waist to scratch behind the lovable dog’s ears.

 

[Michi]

That was him, the target. Michi recognized his features as well as the large mutt he had at his side. She would finish the sketch she had taken that depicted the crowd in the midst of a variety of violent and lewd acts with astonishing realism she would flip the page and draw another. This one was of an older man with a mop of damp blonde hair exiting a hot spring. It looked like he was enjoying certain festivities potentially before the poison hit. Nothing really surprised her anymore, a part of her wondered how many of them were actually afflicted and how many of them were attempting to 'make the best' of this carnage. She was not one for physical intimacy, she had her reasons. She adjusted her face mask, ensuring an airtight fit as she teetered on the edge of the roof for a few seconds. She was assessing Hissori's potential trajectory, he was simply placing away indifferent to his surroundings. She would tip over the edge, head first twisting as she plummeted to the ground. She would hit the ground on her feet, her palm planted firmly on the cobbled street. She would be 100 paces from Hissori and she would attempt to accost him from behind.

To her right, a maddened woman who looked like she was about forty and only half clothed. She was heavy set and gravity was winning the battle in terms of her assets. She would find interest in the Oracle, interest that was not reciprocated. She would strike back with an open palm aimed at the woman's solar plexus. It was enough to knock the wind out of her and while she gasped for air her arm would curl its way around the poisoned woman's throat and she would open up her mouth as she stepped behind. Down the gullet, an antidote. One of the precious few she had. One of the precious few she hoped was not wasted. She did not wait for realization to shine in the middle-aged woman's eyes before she let her go and continued her pursuit of Hissori.

"You've had enough foreplay, our target,"<i></i> Michi announced with a muffled voice as she gestured towards Hissori with a gloved hand.

Last Three:

Meanwhile, those three were having problems of their own. Their violence only attracted more. Apparently some were into that sort of thing and perhaps some that normally were not were also at least for today into that sort of thing. Some were quick for civilians, they might have even had a bit of shinobi training back in the day. Would on of them bodyswitch with Kanmuri? Yes, that might have happened... meaning Tetsuishi's next attack or attempt to cure an afflicted civilian would would instead affect his own ally. A middle aged man that smelled of cheese and a large, hairy, exposed pot belly would end up grappling poor Mika. He would smell absolutely awful as he tried to tighten his grip on the poor student.

Michi would have to take a calculated risk as she cast a rather basic ninjutsu in Hissori's path, a barrier actually to prevent further movement. [C Rank Barrier] "Ii Hissori... I am here to apprehend you." She made her presence known, she did not have to but there might be something reasonable in there. He did not appear to be out of sorts, he might be taken in willingly. She would not wait long for a response, she could not afford to as she turned on the jutsu Snapshot to record their encounter. She did not want to be blamed for mishandling the former Tsuchikage. [C Rank ANBU Jutsu] "You are infected with the Beloved Serum and have been identified as Patient Zero," she was not certain if he understood what she meant by that. She would start to cast Temple of Nirvana [A Rank] on Hissori, while feathers would start to fall from the sky. She hoped that he would not notice in time, it was preferable that he went down without a fight so that he could be properly restrained for transport. "You should be feeling sleepy," she explained letting the cat out of the bag yes as she prepared to catch him if he did in fact fall over.

Meanwhile still...

The violence being inflicted by the three students was enough of a deterrent to keep the rest of the lovestruck crowd, less the three masochists [have them say whatever you want but remember site rating!] that were trying to get handsy with our hero trio. Whatever abuse they have gotten so far, they are liking it and they seem to be able to take it. HIT HARDER! They had finally found their objective target, the students needed to peel themselves away from these potential molesters and get to Hissori. Hopefully he comes willingly but would they be that lucky?

 

[Karasu Mika]

Post 4:

As the girl watched the misty fog spreading over the area the three students were in, figures came out from it. The black-haired girl’s eyes widened as she spotted a certain male, whose appearance was the same as the man in the picture she was given, that is if not for the fact that he was wearing a different pair of clothing, that had a dog walking beside him. That’s him, the girl thought as she took a second glance at the blond man. She quickly glanced back towards the crowd of affected people, who were mostly civilians, she noted as she saw, with surprise, one of the affected body switch with the white-haired boy. She didn’t have any more time to watch what had happened next as she was busy trying to avoid the crowd and get to the target. ”The target... he’s here!” the girl would shout towards her team-mates, before kicking away a man. Suddenly, something grabbed onto her other leg planted onto the ground, the grip strengthening as she tried to get away each time.

The girl grunted, forgetting in her irritation and desperation of escaping that the man was only a civilian, and sent a smack to the man with the bunt of her kunai knife. The man, dazed by the attack, only let go for a few seconds, trying to shake away the pain, before grabbing onto the young girl once again. Ignore it... Just ignore it...! the girl told herself as she kicked the man away and dashed away, towards the blonde target. The crowd was large, but the girl was still able to find a way out, with only a few troubles. She didn’t bother expending any of her antidotes on the people as it wouldn’t be useful if the cured person was stuck in a crowd of the... affected people. Shaking away her thoughts and calming her heart down, the girl would arrive at the area where the target was, surrounded by falling feathers, not knowing if the other two teammates for this mission were nearby or not. It didn’t matter as the target was now here, but the girl couldn’t help but worry for the two young students and everyone else who was being hurt. ”Who-Who are you?![“/color] the girl asked the older-looking girl standing in front of her.

wc: 389

 

[Kanmuri]

While sprinting toward his unfortunate next victim, the white-haired boy would catch a glimpse of bond in his vision causing him to halt immediately. Turning to his right while violently punching and kicking anyone who foolishly come close to him, Kanmuri examined the man who just walked out of the spa. The man was wearing baggy khakis paired with a green and blue button down shirt. The strawberry blonde man was still rather wet as his hair showed signs of dampness, and beside him seemed to be a trusty companion, a dog which showed signs of happiness. The man would then squat down to scratch the ears of his friend.

With excitement and a mad grin eating away at his face, the eight year old’s body began to buzz with his demonic enzymes. It was time for his mission to get underway. Kanmuri would dart in the direction of the man only to see a civilian with a crazy look in his eyes. This one was different from the other normal civilians he had faced, but the eight year old was too blinded by his tunnel vision to notice and threw a punch at the man. That punch would be caught and Kanmuri would be forced to the ground. That was most likely a mistake for that civilian. Primed with anger, the young, scarlet-eyed boy clenched his right fist with all of his might and for a quick second, unbeknownst to him, his demonic aura would spike out and cause a majority of the civilians to feel an extreme sense of fear and death, though not everyone would be effected. The man in front of him; however, was very effected and stumbled back in fear.

The demonic enzymes would flood his right hand and grant him a euphoric feeling, and Kanmuri would lean and throw all of his bodyweight into the punch that connected with the middle of the man’s face. Blood would rush out of his face, specifically his nose, and for a few seconds it seemed like the punch forced to man’s face to cave in and contort. After the punch, an evil smirk would creep up on the face of the young boy, and he’s shake his right hand in pain. Hopefully this man would recover, but it didn’t matter to the boy. The civilian not only laid his sinful hands upon him, but forced him to the ground. He simply got was coming to him, and with that obstacle gone, Kanmuri would make his way to the target, though it seemed like he wasn’t the only one interested in him.

An older looking girl seemed to be attempting to taken down their target, and by the looks of it, she was much stronger than Kanmuri and the crew. The eight-year old watched in annoyance and awe as he saw the female weaving signs. It seemed like an act of war almost, as the young boy had no idea who she was. Looks...like things have become complicated. It’s now a race to apprehend Hissori first. Seeing Mika ask the older girl the question, Kanmuri would ignore the older girl for now and stare his target in eyes.

 

[Karasu Mika]

Spoiler

OC: Not sure who’s turn it is now ಠ_ಠ

 

[Sand Council]

OC: Hissori's and Oshiro Tetsushi's turn in theory. But they seem to have forgotten about the thread once it slowed down, Admittedly I also stopped paying attention at this point. So... uh... let's go about it in a different way.

IC:

There was chaos in Kurosawa truly. The scent of sex, lust and of course the poison that started it all filled the air with its impenetrable stench. Hissori was of course there, he was their desired target however he mysteriously disappeared. Perhaps he was never truly there at all. Perhaps he found someone else to hump in private. However, this team was assigned to capture patient zero. Patient zero was believed to be the previous Tsuchikage but that could not possibly be true, he seemed to be as enamored as the rest of them. However, he was among the first. The first to succumb to this terrible disease as it became airborne was not Hissori, sadly he was merely in close proximity when it burst. Indeed, some of you might even hear it now. The sound of an irritated buzzing could be heard from the bathhouse that Hissori had exited. The people in there were for the lack of a better term, the most aroused. There were of course physical signs of this of course, anyone who went to health class or got past second base could identify that.

Hissori was merely a victim like the rest, so wherever he would meander off to, it was likely he would have some more fun. The issue was the bathhouse. Several additional patrons would stagger out, their sloppy and at times aberrant displays of affection public. You did not see here what you had seen earlier as you entered the perimeter. The perimeter was where the poison was weaker, it effected those with a weaker constitution it would appear or perhaps in some cases was overcome by a strong and healthy metabolism. That was not the case here, both parties were consenting and the result was eye-searing in some cases, there were a few backsides that should never see the light of day and this was a fine example of such. Also, there were some that were deceptively athletic and flexible -- who would have thought! yes, every last one of these adventurers would likely be traumatized by the things they saw on this day but hopefully they would live to see another day. It was safer here perhaps, everyone was already entwined in their passions.

[Moderation will continue on the Michi Account]​

 

[Michi]

She was going to take Hissori down, or at the very least try

Michi would have to take a calculated risk as she cast a rather basic ninjutsu in Hissori's path, a barrier actually to prevent further movement. [C Rank Barrier]. [Attack rolled an 19, evasion an 8] A wall would break through the ground and block Hissori's path. Who or whatever he had found of interest would have to wait until a later time as the arena was bisected. He could of course circumvent her wall but not before she stopped him,

"Ii Hissori... I am here to apprehend you."

She would announce as a young girl also wearing a gas mask would make her way to her side.

She was recording all of this. The Kazekage's stature, his aggression or lack thereof. She did not want to be blamed for mishandling the former Tsuchikage, she had no desire to be the cause of an international incident.

"You are infected with the Beloved Serum and have been identified as Patient Zero,"

She explained it simply enough but she was not going to give him a chance to respond. She was not physically powerful and the apprehension of a Kage was concerning, also grossly under-priced. The girl would ask who she was, Michi would answer simply. "The Mercenary hired to deal with this problem." She did not call herself a shinobi, she did not see herself as one of them and it was likely that they did not either. She was if anything a terrorist given respite in their borders despite her crimes due to the fact that she could also serve as an asset. "And you are?"

She would start to cast Temple of Nirvana [A Rank] on Hissori, while feathers would start to fall from the sky. She hoped that he would not notice in time, it was preferable that he went down without a fight so that he could be properly restrained for transport. [Roll 10 Attack 9 Resist, she is a GP with a high Gen, this hits]

"You should be feeling sleepy," she explained letting the cat out of the bag yes as she prepared to catch him if he did in fact fall over. Hissori's legs would buckle and he would fall to the ground. She would not. She could not leave him there, there would be nothing left to him if she did. If she cared enough she would also wonder what happened to Oshiro Tetsushi, unfortunately he was likely a victim of the sex-hungry hoard. What a way to go down... She would extend her arms and attempt to catch the Kage around the waist and lower him to the ground. He was heavier than she had expected. "Do you have any rope?" She would inquire out-loud, willing to take S&M manacles if that was all that was available from some of the afflicted if necessary but for the sake of hygiene she would prefer a simple length of rope.

There was an epicenter to this chaos. She had seen Hissori stumble from it but perhaps it took longer than expected for the gears to start turning in the way she needed them to before she realized the truth. He might not be patient zero. He stumbled away before the rest, he was likely in proximity and certainly powerful enough that his physical exploits would be noticed but he was if, intentionally poisoned, nothing more than a convenient decoy. The cure, or rather the source was not going to be the errant former leader. Yes, she made that revelation just now but that was not their mission. Not yet in any case. She pointed out the bathhouse. "The Tsuchikage came from there," she explained with an outstretched finger that pointed in the direction of the bathhouse. "We might need to get in there," she explained as she suggested that they consider a future target and a part of her even considered abandoning their present, intended target because he would prove to be a difficult target to keep tied down and moreover he was not the source but rather a victim.

[This was an agreed upon story but will edit this if he changes his mind but due to his absence I am finishing this as agreed upon because I have no interest in godmodding his character.] The truth be told, she was correct -- Hissori was NOT patient zero. Never was. He did however release this plague unknowingly. Love makes a man do funny things. Sure he could have told himself it was simply lust or a 'good time' but he was hardly even fooling himself. There was a part of him that still very much cared for Akkuma despite the fact that they both allegedly wanted the other dead. The veracity behind those attempts might have been altered of course for public scrutiny, however the result was the same. Despite their difficult past, they had a 'chance' encounter in the bathhouse. unfortunately for Hissori some chance encounters are manufactured and this was one such example. Nothing happened of course, Akkukma would break upon physical contact. Perhaps it was not a moment of passion but rather a moment of violence initiated by either the demon or the former village leader. What happened between them in that bathhouse would be between them forever. But the result was this noxious cloud of poison and the swarm of insects that erupted from what one would have thought was Akkuma but he was merely an avatar of his maker. There was no evidence of what was there before this swarm had emerged as did a lusty Tsuchikage... and then the poison spread as did the chaos.

The why still unknown.

As Michi turned her attention to the bathhouse she could hear a droning buzz. "Do any of your hear that?" It was of course hard to hear over the panting and other unfortunate noises but it was there, a noise that was certainly out of place.

[Stopping Here to let Everyone Else Decide What they Wish to Do]​

So what do we do -- drag Hissori out of there or do we explore the bathhouse?