OC: Why is it when I am on the other end of the Country you guys get ambitious?
There was a rather old, fragile-looking man sitting in a rather rigid chair - it had good lumbar support and that was all that mattered. His hands were thin and his skin was paper-thin, almost translucent but dotted with liver spots. The old man was humming to himself a rather off-tune song from his childhood, it was not very good even in its heyday. He looked up and saw the young girl, a paper in her hand and have the Genin a thin somewhat kindly smile, the sort of thing that one would expect from an old man.
Good afternoon... or is it morning? The old man commented as he turned to look out the window before he turned back.
Oh yes, I did not see you there. Good afternoon... or is it morning? He would look away a second time before repeating the process and a second young man would enter the room. His smile would widen, revealing a jack-o-lantern of a smile.
Welcome the both of you.
[col]
Mission Board said:
Name: Banpaia
Village Affiliation: None
Current Status: None
Threat Level: B
Known Aliases: The Vampire
Description:
An albino, this strange and mysterious person has been called a vampire. We know or at the very least assume that he is human. Rather average in height, he stands at about 6 foot, however he has poor posture making him appear several inches shorter. In addition, his eyes are rather distinctive - they glow in the night a deep red color.
Type of Fighter:
Believed to be a vampire, Banpaia sucks the chakra and life energy from his victims. He is also believed to be a powerful genjutsu user.
Last Seen: Three weeks ago
Charges: Assault. Murder
Description of Charges:
Reported by several victims as a man who lured them into a dark ally and then attacked them. The report has come from men and women alike, each with the same description. Several were found in an extremely weakened state in the morning (as this 'vampire' hunts only at night) but they died from their injuries ultimately. When examined the victims were found to be near death in terms of both chakra and life energies, a strange phenomena indeed.
|The girl handed him a paper, it was one of the BINGO pages from the Mission Board. It was uncommon for someone to ask for permission to accept a mission but every once in awhile someone would come seeking additional information.
I am Ayame. Here about the mission. Is he needed dead or alive?
The old man would place his spectacles on the bridge of his nose and he read the slip of paper. He let out a breath of air in a single puff, like a half laugh as he completed his daily reading.
Edgy kid... bet he writes poems about death and sleeps in a coffin as well." He thought for a second before he answered her question directly,
it is harder to take back a kill than it is to realize an error and finish what has been started. It was less an order and more a word of wisdom. When someone kills, they might be in the 'legal' right doing so but in making that choice you end someone's story, perhaps prematurely. You cannot take it back, the things you did and it might end up being the wrong choice but it also might end up being the right one all along but it is an unnecessary gamble.
So your choice there he concluded knowing it was likely that she would simply end her opponent with a kill if she succeeded in capturing him. She was young and indifferent, something he took from the expression or rather lack thereof one on her face. Talking her out of it or into something else would have been a needless difficulty that would have resulted in poorly placed animosity.
After all, some people find peace and doing well by others as boring, a man with his experience would have to disagree. Life was more intense, more interesting and more beautiful
because of life and the absence of life or death battles. That it was the mark of a hero to not end the story of another so early when you might be able to save more than the just a damsel but also another lost soul. Killing to kill. Killing to savor the thrill of battle and the fear of death. Fun when you win. Devastating when you lose because you only lose once when lives are being bartered. Stories end quick when death is the conclusion,
truly boring, isn't it?
Best of luck Ayame (He allows her to leave without intervention but she can do as she wants)[/col]
The young man with unruly white hair dropped off a clipboard with a variety of signatures. The old man leafed through them with a mundane interest. Seemed like the young man had a latent interest in weapon making.
Hmmm... He hummed as he licked his index finger and flipped to the next page.
How old are you? If he answered or failed to do so, it mattered not. The boy had probably not even reached puberty yet if he was as old as assumed,
still young enough. Seems like you have seen some nice weapons. Might be able to cut some butter, saw through a loaf of crusty bread, perhaps even pry off a bottle-cap with some of their work. He slid the forms back towards Hoseki and unlocked the top drawer of his desk from which he retrieved a small iron box that too was locked. With a single twist of a key that was around his neck attached only by a lanyard he opened the small case and retrieved the yen Hoseki earned. (Mission Reward Yen has been added to your bank.)
Good job he announced allowing Hoseki a chance to leave. As Hoseki would start to leave the old man would make one final mention,
you have any interest in making weapons or is it just an after school job for you? (Hoseki allowed to leave or he can bite)
