Steamier than You [Mission]
Mar 8, 2015 14:35:19 GMT -7
Post by | Satoru Takagi | 悟高木 on Mar 8, 2015 14:35:19 GMT -7
Name: PERVEERT!
Rank: “D” Rank.
IIC Length: 2 days.
Difficulty: Moderate.
People required: 1-2 Genins or 1 Chuunin/Jounin.
Objective: Catch the peeping tom in the hot springs.
Description: A large hot spring in the city center of Kumogakure no Sato has received complaints from the female visitors. Apparently, there is a peeping tom who is lurking around in the female’s hot springs. The staff has noticed that the peeping tom appears at the springs between 3 PM and 7 PM. You need to catch this pest before the hot spring starts to lose money.
Reward: 4,500 ryo (3,500 ryo for a non-nin).
Rank: “D” Rank.
IIC Length: 2 days.
Difficulty: Moderate.
People required: 1-2 Genins or 1 Chuunin/Jounin.
Objective: Catch the peeping tom in the hot springs.
Description: A large hot spring in the city center of Kumogakure no Sato has received complaints from the female visitors. Apparently, there is a peeping tom who is lurking around in the female’s hot springs. The staff has noticed that the peeping tom appears at the springs between 3 PM and 7 PM. You need to catch this pest before the hot spring starts to lose money.
Reward: 4,500 ryo (3,500 ryo for a non-nin).
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Satoru Takagi was headed towards the center of town at speed, hands clasped together in the Rabbit seal just above his solar plexus, his feet gliding inches above the ground on a surfboard of windy chakra. He was a man on a mission - quite literally, in fact - and had little time to actually enjoy his favorite mode of transportation. His messy pile of white hair was blown almost straight back, his weighty grey cloak billowing about his narrow frame in the wind as he maneuvered through the streets, giving pedestrians and storefronts a wide berth. He was quite adept at wind-surfing, having not had any sort of "accident" in over a year, but the people around him surely didn't know that; it was only courteous not to go and have near-misses with hobbling octogenarians or whip around the corners of stores during business hours. As he rounded a bend and set himself on the final stretch of happily wider road that would take him almost straight to the springs, he tucked his head down, sunk into a slightly more crouched posture, and propelled himself onward at full tilt, turning his thoughts more intently to the task at hand.
He wasn't just out for a casual surf through Kumo, of course. This was his first outing on official shinobi business - having been approved by the Raikage, or at least by proxy via the stamp of her clerk, Sebastian-sama, hardly even an hour ago. He'd seen the notice while perusing the mission board for something that would be a good candidate for his first outing. He'd been nervous and embarrassed to the point of being flustered, trying not to look like he felt three millimeters tall as other shinobi bustled about, grabbing mission slips so nonchalantly and stalking off to make the village a better place. He'd wanted to do something that would have an impact, but he was just a genin, and one who was two full years behind in getting his shinobi career started, to boot. But when his sky-blue gaze fell upon the slip about the hot springs, he'd hardly hesitated.
There had been reports of some perverted old fuck ("old" and "fuck" being descriptors that he'd appended himself - in his own handwriting, scrawled on the slip before handing it in, in fact) lingering around the women's side of this particular hot springs establishment. The nerve of it all! To think that the honest, upstanding members of the society he'd sworn his life away to protect and serve were being so violated in their times of well-deserved relaxation! In an atmosphere that was supposed to be free of the eyes of anyone whose thoughts would turn to the nefarious! It was absolutely shocking to even consider, and he was not going to allow it. He had honest trouble wrapping his mind around why anyone would do such a thing. Perhaps it was his own lack of interest in the opposite gender that caused his outraged confusion on the subject... but even then, he didn't go to the men's hot springs for the sole reason that he didn't want to seem like a tactless pervert! Was that such a hard concept to grasp?
Apparently so, for whatever fool had elected to engage in such distasteful behavior. And this young shinobi planned to show him just how foolish his choice of distaste was. As he approached the hot springs establishment, he dropped the Rabbit handseal, relaxing his arms and coming to a jogging halt as the wind-surfing jutsu dissipated beneath his feat. He reached up to pull his goggles from his eyes, perching them on his forehead and further mussing his wind-shocked hair. He was only a few meters from the entrance to the springs, and as such, took a moment take one final check of his gear. He hadn't heard that the pervert was a ninja, so he didn't expect any outrageous combat, but there was no way he'd go on his first official mission without being prepared for any contingency. He patted the pockets within his cloak, mentally checking off the five pockets laden with kunai - two apiece, ten total - and the four with hira shuriken - fifteen apiece, for a comfortable sixty. Slung across his chest was the strap which clipped to his meter-long quarterstaff; its blackened wood haft protruded up over his right shoulder, white-painted tip polished and ready for whatever action may transpire. Nodding to himself in satisfaction of his preparedness, he strolled nonchalantly into the building which served as a reception area before the springs.
A pleasant-looking middle-aged woman sat behind a desk, and gave a startled double-take as he entered the establishment. She probably didn't see many shinobi walk in so clearly decked for combat, as this was a place of leisure. She schooled her face into a somewhat condescending glare as he approached, and pursed her lips before addressing him.
"Excuse me, young man," she began, rising to her feet and crossing her arms upon her considerable bosom. As she spoke, her belly seemed to quiver beneath the impact of her words. "You look like you're looking for trouble, and I will not tolerate any of the like upon the premises!" In response, Satoru stopped halfway across the room from her and bowed respectfully low before speaking.
"Pardon the intrusion, madam; my name is Sa--" here he paused for a moment, reminding himself to use his codename when on official business, "Ehm... Hakuran. I am a shinobi of this village, sent by the tower of the Raikage to investigate and rectify the situation of the pervert in the women's springs." As he spoke, he rose back to full height and slipped his left arm from within his cloak, displaying his Kumogakure shinobi forehead-protector, which was of course strapped around his bicep rather than his forehead. He gave the older woman a polite smile, fully expecting her to accept his explanation and allow him to tend to his business. He was a bit taken aback when she seemed totally nonplussed.
"Are you... serious, right now?" Her retort was almost a snap. She threw her hands in the air and sat back down heavily; Satoru could almost feel the thud of it in the soles of his feet. Across the room. "I complain about a male peeping on the females in my springs, and the Kage decides to send me a male to sort it out? Really?!"
Satoru had to stop and think a moment at that. He hadn't even considered what she was saying, but... she certainly had a point. He couldn't just go waltzing into the women's springs and brazenly arrest the pervert; said criminal was most likely going to to take some measures to hide himself, anyway. He'd have to hang around and wait for him to show up, and would most likely have to perform at least a basic level of reconnaissance in order to actually apprehend him. For the moment, he was at a loss as to how to proceed. The woman sighed heavily, rubbing her face with both hands before addressing him again.
"Well... you are a shinobi. Official business is official business. I have to tell you, I'm none too pleased with the idea of a teenaged boy hanging around the springs, but I would be even less pleased to think that nasty bastard would have one single evening more of getting his rocks off here." She sighed again and looked back up at him, brows knit in consternation. "You are going to find him, and you are going to do so in a way that does not make the ladies in the springs uncomfortable. Failing that, you will be sent back to your little tower with a note of extreme displeasure, and I won't pay a single Ryo for the wasted time. How you proceed is up to you, but you better have a damn good trick up your sleeve, kiddo."
Satoru nodded emphatically, his cheeks tinted red, and bowed again before hurrying through the back door. This was already not going very well, and standing there being scrutinized by the old bag wasn't helping him figure out how to fix anything. Standing on the back patio, he could make out the steam rising from the springs to either side of a wide garden. A sign indicated which was which; men to the left, women to the right. From here, he could make out quite a few very obvious vantage points from which to reconnoiter... but that would put him in the same position as the pervert himself. Standing here, he couldn't see into the springs on either side, so he wasn't in danger of crossing any lines while he pondered. It wasn't like he was even interested in catching an eyefull of anything in the women's springs anyway... but of course, that was far from the point. A young man walking up to them would NOT be doing anyone any favors, least of all himself.
And then it occurred to him; that was it, of course. A young man walking up to them was in fact a horrible idea... but not an old woman. He turned the idea over in his mind; the woman had a bit of a raspy voice, one that was actually lower in pitch than his own. She was likely a long-term smoker, given the velvety timbre. If he tried hard, he could probably impersonate her spoken voice in small segments at a time. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to do much talking. He gave a great sigh, brandished a few handseals with a marked lack of vigor, and vanished in a puff of smoke. A moment later, he stepped out of the smoke a changed man. Or, more accurately, a transformed man; he'd transformed into the exact likeness of the woman inside, complete with raggedy brown curls and bad makeup. He sighed again, set his jaw in determination, and walked nonchalantly down the path to the women's springs. As he rounded the corner, stepping into the rising warm steams, he kept his eyes on the bushes lining the springs, making sure not to let his gaze flicker for even a moment to the waters and the decidedly unclothed denizens therein. He hoped like hell he wasn't blushing through the henge no jutsu. A few women waved at him, clearly recognizing the woman who ran the place, and one or two called out a passive greeting. He simply waved in return and kept scanning the perimeter, hoping the pervert would show up sooner than later. It was half-past-three, well within the timeframe in which he usually appeared... now all he could do was wait and try not to feel like the most awkward thing to grace the shinobi world in recorded history.
I am the most awkward thing to grace the shinobi word in recorded history, he thought to himself darkly, sitting down upon a bench near the springs which afforded him a wide view of the entire perimeter. And so, the waiting game began.
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