Crimson Prison Assault. [B-rank Event]
Oct 5, 2015 4:32:28 GMT -7
Post by Yoshi [Lynx!] on Oct 5, 2015 4:32:28 GMT -7
Link to event, rules and signups.
The village of Rain was much like one would come to expect. The innermost central hub of the village was in prime condition, seeming almost futuristic in some regards. Pipes and drains were controlling the flow of the ever downpour within the country. For this day, it seemed that the sky was crying its heart out. In the distance, towards the north and beyond the gates and walls of the village, a storm was approaching. Thunderous lightning was splitting the night sky, and every booming echo could be felt to the deepest recesses of any citizen's hearts. Tonight, this very evening, the events that were about to transpire would determine the future of the entire village. The centre of the village was slowly coming to a halt as the lateness of the day was felt by the general populace. The trade district was slowly reaching a standstill, and several of the shops were clossing down, or had already closed.
...On the outskirts of the village however, things were very much alive. A couple of days ago, a high profile target - an Amegakure village elder by the name of Tamiwara, had been moved to an abandonned healthcare building. Around the building itself was an overgrown wall. Vines of different sorts were creeping over the stones, and a strange aroma of ruin was ever present. By the gate entrance to the asylum itself, a near fully rusted iron plate read the name of the place. Glades Asylum, Mental Healthcare and recuperation. The building on the inside had an array of shattered and overgrown windows. The paint on the walls was cracked and unkept, and if not for the specific knowledge that the ANBU members of the small incursion force had of the place, it would've been impossible to guess its true purpose. The entrance to this abandonned asylum was where she was waiting for her comrades. There had been so many unfortunate incidents in the past few weeks. There had been so many inconsistencies and strange occurences. That is why she had gathered allies to investigate any and all clues that had been given to her.
What she and her closest allies had learned, was that things were far more dire than they had initially suspected. Although information was still pretty scarce, they knew with certainty that the elders of the village had been preparing an ancient ritual, that supposedly had the power to wipe out an entire country on its own. They would dare use this power to spite a new war amongst the nations, plunging the world into an era of chaos, all for their own personal gain and desires. Thus, the girl had made a decision. This was dire enough that any means would be used to prevent a disaster. It was only because she and Ryosuke had been to Sunagakure, that she had known exactly who to contact for a little assistance. Having arranged their arrival, a group of Sunagakure shinobi had promised to give her their assistance. Now all their eggs were in one basket. They absolutely had to succeed in their raid on this Crimson Prison. Looking around for the others to arrive, she would've lied if she attempted to claim that she wasn't nervous. This was something that she was taking full responsibility for. If they failed here, it would be considered treason. If they succeeded, it would be considered liberation.
The victor would write the history. The girl herself was wearing her standard ANBU outfit, except for the obvious lack of a mask over her face. In the belt around her waist she carried two katanas. Clipped into the belt aswell was a series of different grenades. Smoke and incendiary being the main ones. In a compartment behind these, she had a full slot of exploding tags, excellent for breaching and entering should they find any closed doors. In the containers that were her buttbag she had all of her medical equipment. Several blood and soldier pills, including several doses of the all rare dreamfoil. These doses could be used if someone was to lose their life. Over her back, she held an enormous gourd filled to the brim with sand. Regular, plain, sand. All in all, the girl was armed to the teeth, and mentally, she had prepared herself that this endeavour could cost her her life. For now, she was biding her time, waiting for everyone to arrive and be ready.
19:38 - Outskirts of Amegakure no sato.
The village of Rain was much like one would come to expect. The innermost central hub of the village was in prime condition, seeming almost futuristic in some regards. Pipes and drains were controlling the flow of the ever downpour within the country. For this day, it seemed that the sky was crying its heart out. In the distance, towards the north and beyond the gates and walls of the village, a storm was approaching. Thunderous lightning was splitting the night sky, and every booming echo could be felt to the deepest recesses of any citizen's hearts. Tonight, this very evening, the events that were about to transpire would determine the future of the entire village. The centre of the village was slowly coming to a halt as the lateness of the day was felt by the general populace. The trade district was slowly reaching a standstill, and several of the shops were clossing down, or had already closed.
...On the outskirts of the village however, things were very much alive. A couple of days ago, a high profile target - an Amegakure village elder by the name of Tamiwara, had been moved to an abandonned healthcare building. Around the building itself was an overgrown wall. Vines of different sorts were creeping over the stones, and a strange aroma of ruin was ever present. By the gate entrance to the asylum itself, a near fully rusted iron plate read the name of the place. Glades Asylum, Mental Healthcare and recuperation. The building on the inside had an array of shattered and overgrown windows. The paint on the walls was cracked and unkept, and if not for the specific knowledge that the ANBU members of the small incursion force had of the place, it would've been impossible to guess its true purpose. The entrance to this abandonned asylum was where she was waiting for her comrades. There had been so many unfortunate incidents in the past few weeks. There had been so many inconsistencies and strange occurences. That is why she had gathered allies to investigate any and all clues that had been given to her.
What she and her closest allies had learned, was that things were far more dire than they had initially suspected. Although information was still pretty scarce, they knew with certainty that the elders of the village had been preparing an ancient ritual, that supposedly had the power to wipe out an entire country on its own. They would dare use this power to spite a new war amongst the nations, plunging the world into an era of chaos, all for their own personal gain and desires. Thus, the girl had made a decision. This was dire enough that any means would be used to prevent a disaster. It was only because she and Ryosuke had been to Sunagakure, that she had known exactly who to contact for a little assistance. Having arranged their arrival, a group of Sunagakure shinobi had promised to give her their assistance. Now all their eggs were in one basket. They absolutely had to succeed in their raid on this Crimson Prison. Looking around for the others to arrive, she would've lied if she attempted to claim that she wasn't nervous. This was something that she was taking full responsibility for. If they failed here, it would be considered treason. If they succeeded, it would be considered liberation.
The victor would write the history. The girl herself was wearing her standard ANBU outfit, except for the obvious lack of a mask over her face. In the belt around her waist she carried two katanas. Clipped into the belt aswell was a series of different grenades. Smoke and incendiary being the main ones. In a compartment behind these, she had a full slot of exploding tags, excellent for breaching and entering should they find any closed doors. In the containers that were her buttbag she had all of her medical equipment. Several blood and soldier pills, including several doses of the all rare dreamfoil. These doses could be used if someone was to lose their life. Over her back, she held an enormous gourd filled to the brim with sand. Regular, plain, sand. All in all, the girl was armed to the teeth, and mentally, she had prepared herself that this endeavour could cost her her life. For now, she was biding her time, waiting for everyone to arrive and be ready.