Demesne [M][P]

[Moon]

Name: Wishy Washy
Rank: C
IIC Length: 24 hours
Difficulty: N/A
Description: There seems to be several swindlers in the capital of Mashimizu. More often than not, they are seen lurking around the gates of the place, tricking foreigners out of their wares way before they visit the Sekiranzenshou. Because of the mysterious nature of the lootings, shinobi of Kirigakure have been authorized to investigate.
Objective: Observe and catch the culprits red handed.
Reward: 8,500 Ryo


Name: Egress Patrol
Rank: C
IIC Length: 48 hours on guard.
Difficulty: ??
Description: Every now and then, members of the Kuma branch of ANBU will entertain any who wish to serve as guards at the village Egress. The Akimichi are a mischievous and jolly lot -- be wary of them. There was once a rumor that the guards stationed let a lone Genin fend for himself against terrorists of the Hidden Mist.
Objective: Stand guard at the Egress.
Reward: 8,000 Ryo


Name: Odatme
Rank: C
IIC Length: None
Difficulty: -----
Description: The alacritous feline Kaguya Uijo is at it again: he challenges any in the village to 'tag' him. Known as perhaps the fastest shinobi in the entire realm of Thales, Uijo sprints here and there with near limitless amounts of Shunshin. He is a master of silent killing.. so always be vigil of his whereabouts.
Objective: Catch the lightning speed ANBU Cat operative.
Reward: 9,500 Ryo

[Moon]

“Kaguya Uijo?.”

“Yes?”

“Tag, you’re it.”

“Excuse me?”

“This counts, right? I’m technically tagging you with my voice or something, right? Audio tag?”

“Who are you? How did you get my home number?”

“Uh...Computers.”

“What computers!?”

“Uh...Ninja...Computers...”

“This doesn’t count. It’s three in the morning why would you--why would you even think to do this? Do you really think the village is going to pay you for making a phone-call?”

“Dude, I’m streaming this call on BijuuTube, my whole village could be watching! Tag. Bruh. You. Are. It.”

“What?”

“This totally counts.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“Look outside first, Uijo-san.”

[/i] made Uijo sit up. He swung both feet off the bed and twitched a near invisible step across the length of his room, to the window overlooking a failed construction site a few miles from the village center. There were no blinds, only thick stone plates cut with thin rectangular slits that could be seen out of but not into. Uijo crouched, irritating a bump on his knee that he scratched furiously for a few seconds, staring at an angle through the little box to Kirigakure.

Across meters of rubble strewn field there sat an aberration, an old tree gnarled into burnt corkscrew by some accident, and upon it, something else disturbing night. Ujio saw a small figure in a dark cloak, and though any facial features were obscured by shadow and distance, two red dots sat aglow beneath its hood. It was holding something to its face; presumably, a phone. Ujio spoke into the receiver while staring at it, angry.

“What the hell is going on---I’ll...I’ll kill you, you little shit, come on then, come get me motherf---”

“Uijo-san.”

The voice was in the same room with him. Uijo dropped the phone receiver. Turned--  

“I want you to sit down and break both of your feet for me.”

Uijo backed up, had spun to face the voice and stood back-to-window, thus, backed into it. Startled himself. He began;

“Look, I ---”

-CRACK-

Uijo was suddenly on the ground. He felt the world knocked out of him. Didn’t feel pain, was pain, in his bones now huddled, fetal, whimpering over a knee broken to face the wrong direction.

-BOOM-

An explosion of bright rose flame burst chaotic, painting his face with stinging bits of gravel, what was his knee a jagged splintering of singed pulp, a stub, something stringy plaited tendons pocked with blisters barely held on to. Uijo screamed a wordless hate-spined deafening - a roar that silenced all other sounds and then seemed to wash them back in the aftermath amplified - he cursed dizzyingly into gibberish leaking blood, stinking.

“Thank you for sitting down. The second part of obeying my request, is; break both of your feet for me.”

“Why are--”

“UIJO. SAN.”

The voice, the cloaked red eyes.

They were.

Upon him.

“You can believe me now, right? You understand that I’ll hurt you now; I’ve hurt you. See? Right? That’s how it works, yes? OKAY. So. Believe me. Right now. Please. Believe Me.

“If you keep ignoring me, Uijo-san, I’m going to make you eat your arms after this too. So. Break both of your feet for me.”

Uijo cried. He grabbed his left foot. He---


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