Heart attack x2

[Cadoc]

Moon

Name: Find a Room! [Repeatable]
Rank: D
IIC Length: 2
Difficulty: Easy
Description: So, yeah maybe some people are getting too much into the spirit. There are reports of couples having a bit too much fun with each other. This is all fine, and dandy its okay to love each other. But in public though? Really? Yeah protect the children, and tell this adventurous lovers to beat it. Sure you can find some anywhere. At least make note to take care of at least: 3 Public Loving Sessions.
Objective: Scold the extreme public displays of affection.
Reward: 6,250 Ryo (without x2)

“Every night you come into my room, and pin me down

with your strong arms, you pin me down

and I try to fight you, you come inside me

you fill me up and I become the Nightman”

While some considered this public display of affection, a minor inconvenience, I The Nightman thought of it as an insidious abnormality that must be cleansed from this earth. This blasphemous behaviour was part of a steep and slippery slope, one that could lead to a life of sin. As a priest, it is my obligation to root out this terror, an effulgence flame in the dark abyss. I had carefully selected my attire for these trying events, the hide of a rare breed of mongoose, skin tight in fit, and lime green in colour desired to strike fear into my foes.

[Moon]

Like a cinder, aloft in wind, wavering with thinness splitting the air with heat, a wave of unseen force hurtled down from above. It was not that it was invisible; it seemed to bend the world into itself, to reflect as some sick mirror a bulging of its own surroundings to shield it's core. As it struck the ground directly before The Nightman, a shadow coalesced from the edges of half-glimpsed scales vibrate new green solidity.

A boy emerged from nothingness, from a sphere of unclear grass, from the mist itself. His eyes shone with colors that could not be, as a blanket of foreboding that drenched all present in palpable fear. He smiled, he did not speak, he'd had the mission explained.

He looked at his 'partner', wondering if others would make themselves known.

[Cadoc]

It wasn’t long before my partner in crime, henceforth referred to as The Dayman appeared. Their figure appeared from seemingly nothing a rather impressive feat to a mere non-chakra user, or as I preferred to call them, muggles. I, however, remained unimpressed, this feat was of course rather simple to replicate, I myself do it all the time. Keen to demonstrate my superiority in this situation I perform a high-level manoeuvre, demonstrating not only my poise but also grace, my body becomes nothing more than a lime green blur, as I quickly perform a forwards roll.

Knowing that my ally will have no time to retort—due to the feeling of amazement overwhelming their body—I break the silence with the cry of an eagle. While a rather high-level form of communication, no doubt someone worthy of calling themselves The Dayman was able to decipher its meaning ‘let’s get to work, crack down on crime, and look splendid while doing it’

And with that I was off, sprinting into the shadows as fast as humanly possible, once there I did a forward roll, taking cover behind a crate. From this position, I observed my surroundings in an attempt to spot the evil doers who plague this place.

[Moon]

Moon's partner rushed into action almost immediately upon the boy touching ground; unfortunately, as he'd been directly in front of the Nightman, her forwards roll - while too swift for mere mortal eyes to follow - plowed her directly into Moon's body. The Nightman made no effort whatsoever to avoid crashing into The Dayman, though he would merely hug the girls strange garments to shift around her inexpert fumbling as a cascade of thinner flesh. The eagle cry released by The Nightman communicated his message all too clearly, even in the absence of a shared language - "I found a snake, cacti hurt, smaller birds are often too crunchy". Though unaware of why The Nightman wished to communicate this particular message, The Dayman had little time to consider it. Before his eyes, space and time themselves seemed ripped apart by the ferocity of his partner's next move.

The Nightman rolled. Her motion behind a nearby crate occurred so fast as to defy all possibility of physics; it's swiftness made science a deranged toddler drooling ancient nonsense like 'friction' and 'inertia' to the wind, to nothing at all. Moon whistled appreciatively, though his whistling was more an involuntary and prolonged clearing of the throat that rang out from his tiny chest wrongly.

High above them both, Moon's Y'la was an impossibly bloated tumor on reality. A black dollop of decaying scales, tree-roots-shaped, exploding from too many eyes dust a hard edges darkness as if it were constructed from the shadows of scythes. It was an abomination that none could see save its own green-haired ward, who followed in the wake of the Nightman now, a lazy hop that removed him bodily from the ground to hover, sluggish, over his partner's position - at least five meters over the crate. The aura of misfortune clinging to him, this Y'la that taunted the holiday-corralled lovers of a hidden Mist back alley, it washed down, atop those nearest to Moon descend. He paused at a bench where two teenagers sat, groping, kissing.

They felt then, each of them, in their mouths, the taste of all their desires go sour, then rot, then fade to only fear.

They screamed.

[Cadoc]

Wow, Moon had already sprung into action. He must have clearly understood my message, good thing I took those lessons in how to speak eagle, they were really paying off. Having successfully performed my roll, I pressed the tips of my fingers together using a super secret Jutsu. The muscles in my neck began to contract, and from my throat, I produced the egg of a chicken. Of course, I hadn’t simply created this egg from thin air, I had swallowed it prior to setting out on this assignment. With the flick of my head, I launched the projectile directly into an onlooker's face. The force of the action was enough to shatter the egg, spilling its vile contents all over his face, no girl in her right mind was going to kiss him now.

Mission successful.


I glance over to moon and grin, wiping the remnants of silva from my lips.

[Moon]

The scream echoed out, panicked many of the others and forced them to stand and search for the source. An egg landed in a man's face, shot from some unknown angle, covering his face in foul smelling fetal chicken smear. The girl next to him looked away, disgusted, said "I mean, I can't kiss you now dude." and then screamed herself, took up a run. She gave herself to terror as slowly and steadily as the others did as Moon walked the alleyway, as his Y'la wormed through the bulk of them like a wisp of dense smoke.

Scattered fear swept the mob in a rolling wave of necks turn back and forth. They looked at the boy and the girl, their strangeness like armor, their power like something from a nightmare. Splitting apart those fleeing into fastest and slowest. Into folks paused to save their lovers tripping over themselves, who in Moon's presence choked and became cowards and left their mates to cruel destiny.

The boy still smiled. He looked at the girl, at the Nightman ambling in her stances, at her clothing that he liked quite well. He rolled his shoulders by removing each arm, and literally rolling them, then reatached both with a foot that doubled in size to kick them at his torso.

It saddened him to ruin so many moods.

[Cadoc]

2nd time doing mission

Name: Find a Room! [Repeatable]
Rank: D
IIC Length: 2
Difficulty: Easy
Description: So, yeah maybe some people are getting too much into the spirit. There are reports of couples having a bit too much fun with each other. This is all fine, and dandy its okay to love each other. But in public though? Really? Yeah protect the children, and tell this adventurous lovers to beat it. Sure you can find some anywhere. At least make note to take care of at least: 3 Public Loving Sessions.
Objective: Scold the extreme public displays of affection.
Reward: 6,250 Ryo (without x2)

I ‘sat back’ and watched the pandemonium unfold, was always refreshing to watch people in the grips of terror. Reaching up I slightly adjusted my lime green outfit, whilst looking around for a new target. It seemed in the chaos almost everyone had fled. Perhaps the duo needed to go to a new area, to find new victims? I held my hand out pausing for a moment so the youth could take it, before whimsically skipping off down an alley in search of some new villagers who were up to no good.

[Moon]

The Nightman took her time below him, the supernatural energy known as Strifeemanating from Moon's body coiled around her, acted as a cage that kept his other auras from destroying her mind. She held out a hand to him, almost giddy, delighting in the efficiency of their work. He turned back and took her hand, looking into her eyes, and then--

--then he, changed. Became a nonshape, became faceless. Like a rash of treebark decomposing under light, Moon's scales converted him. Shifted his parts. Made him-

-an exact replica of the Nightman. He took up her same jaunty gait and would follow the guide of her hand through a patch of Mist bursting loudly into horror.

[Cadoc]

Wow, it was like looking at my own reflection! The ability to just change forms like that certainly was a cool one! I give a small giggle "hehe xD" all the while continuing to our destination. My advance, however, is halted as I come across two 'straighties', fuck these kids kissing in public! I glance over to my partner looking to see whether they share the same level of disgust as me, before springing into action. My hands become a blur, a myriad of complex seals and formations, eventually taking the form of a V that I shove up my opponents nose. Lifting them off the floor and tossing them into a nearby bin. Hehe xD guess they weren't expecting that!

[Moon]

A giggle - out of place but precious still - escaped the Nightman, and their joint path ran them as a blur into another pair of entwined youth. The female wore a shinobi headband, and the male --

--was launched off his feet by the Nightman's advance, trailing a ghost image of handseals into a V-shaped strike that lifted the young man off the ground. He flew into a dull pail of garbage, seemingly unconcious.

The female (shinobi) took a fighting stance, Moon flashed back, in mid-air, six meters south of the Nightman's momentum come to a halt.

Moon tried to copy his partner. He attacked the female. His fingers held like a V, his chakra flaring. He did not move towards her, only held out his hand. The lawbreaker felt her soul, her literal soul, become wrapped in an impossibly large claw, she felt ripped out of her body, forced into the strange doppleganger's clutching.

But her body followed. A ragdoll shaken in a dog's maw, was pulled like being pushed by the universe. Her throat hit the V of Moon's outstretched hand and her eyes rolled back from the impact. She slid out of his relaxing grip. There were others watching. They gawked.


Moon's Y'la pulsated, eating. Eating fear. Excreting dread with its pestering nearness bloating adjacent realms.

[Cadoc]

Wow, we had managed to dispatch these fiends with relatively little effort! To express my feeling of elation I gave a nice guy pose, my lime green attire flexing into the unnatural position. I knew from prior experience that Moon did not speak my language, so communication was limited to relatively simple universal hand gestures and animal calls. The cry of a wild gibbon resonated through the air, perhaps my partner understood its meaning ‘should we loot these kids?’. However, before my companion could respond, some evildoers came around the corner! Right into the area we currently inhabited, holding hands no less! It was almost as if they were trying to taunt us!

[Nekomata Minh]

-Both of you have been paid: 25,000 Ryo-