- Mission Info:
- Name: Outing Squatters
Participants: Moon Village, Sun Village, Missing Ninja
Type: Solo Mission
Reward: 20 EXP
Location: Within a village or its region
Details: Squatters have taken refuge in local abandoned buildings both in the villages and outside in the outskirts. Your mission is to evict these squatters, removing them from their locations and getting them out of the area. Most of them are druggies or criminals hiding from the law, and can be arrested if need be.
Requirements: Your post must be at least 600 words.
Kannagi sat on the cold floor for a long time. She had discerned this small box was metal with four walls and locks on every side. She had listened to the spirit voices growling, laughing and demanding sacrifices from her. They desired bloodshed, tears, and demands of loyalty, without giving her any information in return. She could have easily broken free from the box but first she wanted to try and understand what was going on around her. Kannagi saw the fear in the old man’s eyes as the voices ordered poor Tobei to attack. While he was a fool for listening to such a thing, he believed the voices were real spirits. He didn’t have the eyesight or strength of heart and his gullibility made him an easy target. The only thing he was to blame for was entering the house after the kunoichi had told him not to. In the moment, though she would not later admit it, she had started to question her sanity inside of the house.
She knew that something was afoot here. Although superstitious was a description of her beliefs that Kannagi had long ignored, she might use the very word to describe her even momentary lapse in judgement. After sitting here silently for a while, letting her captors assume she was unconscious, she had heard Tobei run out the door screaming his old lungs out. She had heard footsteps on the stairs that had folded back into place above her. Chances were it was a hidden way for the original occupants to take shelter during a strike on the city and not the act of an angry spirit. Spirits that she had been raised on, the stories and legends, her own beliefs, had always been disinterested at their worst but never violent. Some Irezumi believed spirits of the land, air and sea could be angered, but natural disasters of such caliber had been mostly unheard of. That would mean the fireplace, the books, and the voices would all have to be explained in a natural way. Could it be possible that jutsu users might have fooled her instead? Someone understanding fire, wind, or sound jutsu could have done everything, considering it hadn’t been a genjutsu or else her pain would have broken the visions down.
The acts were violent but not particularly life threatening, more of a fear tactic than anything. She had surprised whomever was here, which meant if anyone had used this abandoned place, it was likely they spent their time in this hidden basement. It also meant they were probably doing something illegal if they were physically retaliating against investigation by a single shinobi. The more she thought about it, the more likely she thought those causing the trouble were either untrained or disloyal shinobi of Nikkousato. After a while, she stood up affirmed and collected after the dizzying fall. She knocked on the side of her prison and whimpered, acting well, “Oh someone let me out! I am so scared please!” Busy chattering whispers rose and fell in response. She could hear the sounds of furniture being moved around and a single voice saying, “If we knock her out, we can dump her somewhere in the city. She won’t remember this, she won’t come back!” More murmuring rose again and then steps indicated someone was coming toward her. She whined again, “Please, I just want to leave.. Don’t be angry, ghosts!”
She made easy hand seals then and waited then as a slit of light made itself appear. The eye slot in the wall opened and was filled with a pair of dark brown eyes. She had transformed into a two dimensional form of herself and pressed flat and invisible against the inner wall. Next, the metal door slid open all the way until a silhouette of a man stood there with something square and heavy in his grip. He stepped inside and blinked in disbelief, “She.. she’s gone!” There were arguments that got louder and louder, a frantic sound of motion and the others in the room walked closer. They all entered the small mental prison and looked around. The darkness of the shadows cast by the walls themselves kept her paper thin body out of sight even still. She slid behind the last perpetrator and exited the prison. Kannagi canceled her jutsu and closed the door behind her hard.
As she slid the locks into place, her blue eyes took in the lit basement room and it was as she had expected. The ones responsible for capturing her were locked up in front of her and indeed the basement had been redesigned to be filled with shelves of weapons. Smoke tags, explosive notes, stolen flak jackets and swords laying about the entire room. So the group were smugglers; that explained the secrecy during the day and the activity at night. “Let us out!” barked one of the men inside with a panicking tone in his voice. Kannagi turned her blue eyes back to the moveable eye slot in the door. It was the same brown eyes that she had seen before opening the door for her. He had been the one planning to attack her, and ‘knock her out’. Kannagi faced the man and said, “You’re under arrest, spirits. Be silent now or be exorcised.”