Iwagakure Tower

[Draven]

Godric nodded and mentioned "Very well I will be at my Castle should you need me" Taking his belongings he bowed before heading to the elevator. Taking the ride down and through the lobby. He glanced at the few that he noticed were a bit intense when he first entered. He smiled a toothy grin as he dipped his head and waved a farwell.

[exit]

[Tara]

Tara had returned the weapons promptly when ordered but she still wasn't in the mood to trust. But it wasn't her to trust or not trust in this particular conversation. But when the Kage dismissed her saying their training session was done and completed she shrugged to herself. Instead of using the elevator to exit, she dived off the edge of the roof to land just outside the front entrance. With a grin basically asking people to join in on the joke she walked up to Balt's desk and sat on it. "So Kage says good training session. I want to collect my pay and then I got a thing or two to take care of. "

[Ranzu]

[Enter]

The doors of the Iwagakure Tower swung open to reveal a tall, cloaked man standing in the doorway. As the man strode forward, his features would be revealed to all looking at him from the lobby; dark unkempt shoulder length hair, a rough five'o clock shadow on his haggard face, a patchwork of scares covering the right side of his face, his dark clothing being of rough make with patchwork on it. Of course it was very doubtful that anyone who saw this man would recognize him at all as this form was merely the current disguise of the Sadojin named Zeki.

As Zeki strode towards the desk of the tower with purpose, he was actually fairly giddy inside because of how he currently looked. The tallness and baggy clothing allowed him to carry excess sand on his body without it being obvious while making the common civilian avoid him! Which would make it a great infiltration form to take from now on! Though it did seem to attract abnormal attention from local shinobi acting as police, he was sure he could work out that kink.

Zeki finally reached the counter and asked the receptionist, "Hello. I would like to request a mission. I would like to get back into running missions again."

[Draven]

[enter]

Godric entered the tower as well. He would follow Zeki to the assistance desk. Tall is an understatement when it comes to Godric. He waited patiently for his turn in line... Until he heard the voice. A sheepish grin ran over Godrics cheeks.

He could tell Zeki was still connected... Could feel it... "Hello Zeki" Godric telepathically sent the message to Zeki. Then Godric voiced a request right after Zeki, "Yes! We would like to take the Politics in Action please." telling the assistant.

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Politics in Action
Rank: B
IIC Length: 6 Posts
Difficulty: Medium Risk
Objective: Assassinate the eldest son of the weapons trader so that the second son can inherit the business.
Description:
During the rebellion the Village Hidden in the Stone asked repeatedly to be supplied by the arms manufacturer 'Gilgamesh Ammunition' but the company has declined any attempts at trade at each turn by the company's owner, the heroic Slade Wilson, who has a reputation for being a polite and kind man who looks out for the well-being of not only his workers but also cares for the state of the world bu ensuring that he only supplies weaponry to countries with an upstanding reputation. But screw him, he's dying, and there is opportunity. His son, Jojo, is a less scrupulous man who has expressed his annoyance of his fathers actions on a number of occasions. Unfortunately, he was born the second son and is not in line for succession. His older brother, Mojo, is just like his dad and is refusing to trade with the Stone village.
So, all things considered. It would be better for the Stone Village if Jojo was to inherit the business and not Mojo. With this in mind, the Tsuchikage is tasking a team to go and assassinate Mojo so that Jojo can inherit the business and open up trades between the two factions.
Restrictions: Minimum 2 shinobi must attend this mission with one being a Chuunin
Reward: 77,000 Ryo
GM Required: No

For both Ranzu and I

[Titan of Stone]

-approved gtfo

[💀]

HECATE  UCHIHA HAND OF JASHIN Hecate ignored the requests and started out of the office into the main lobby with her scythe in hand walking up to the main desk to observe. "Hmm.." Bright green eyes took in her surroundings. "Wait..." Spider senses...

[Ranzu]

Zeki accepts the mission with wide eyes, not really looking at Godric. He turns to leave the tower, looking like he has seen a ghost. " Right, uh, meet you at the mission area then..."

(Exit)

[Draven]

Godric would note the ignored message and the haste of one of his favorite co workers. It was interesting as he watched him exit the tower. As he watched something caught his eyes....

It was Hecate. Older for sure, about 4 years perhaps, or perhaps note as sometimes anti aging techniques could be aquired. But for sure that was her. His eyes went wide and a sheepish grin fell across his face. "By the ancient Gods, I thought I'd never see you again!" he explaimed as he moved toward this gem.

Godric moved to in a way intercept. He was elated and he was bubbly in a way. Well in a way that only an 8 foot tall vampire could be. "Why have you come back, I thought I had made a terrible mistake and spooked you off long ago?" he questioned. "It was never my intention of harming you, I was simply curious." he said finally addressing the dark Jashinist Hecate...

A blank look fell upon his face as he sent a message to Zeki through the telepathic communication network, "I will meet you there friend"...but his look returned as he smiled once again seeing Hecate's face.

[💀]

HECATE  UCHIHA HAND OF JASHIN Hecate started after the retreating man with her weapon in hand, hand outstretched to intercept but there was a sound... a voice... and it brought her up short so fast she almost stumbled when he stepped in front of her. The silence blazed bright as a newborn star, intense with it's flame and her blood began to bun so hot sweat beaded her brow. "Go..." Godric. How many broken promises? First the weeping angel from Rain recruiting an dabandonning her, making her break her pleadge to Jashin, then locking her out of the village gates? Branded a traitor, though that part mattered little, and she spent THREE YEARS re-earning Jashins favor and blessings. She gripped the handle of her scythe so tight her knckles bleached white and her lips pressed into a paper thin line. Another Kage. Another liar. "SCARED ME OFF?!" She spit in a rage. "You were better off in your" With a remaining image of her screaming she flickered in a wide arc around his left, exiting out of this flash of speed and swinging her scythe at his throat. The sound flicker of her's let off a sonic boom and she roared into it's echo "GRAVE!!!" Village shinobi. Village leaders. Frail and sickly sheep. Lambs to the slaughter. The only true path was Jashin and they'd either acknowledge it or crumble in the wake of the coming storm.

[Draven]

If Godric wasn't careful he would of figured this was a sign of rage and hostility. But who was he kidding, he knew this was but affection! He already knew that anything pertaining to death was a sign of love. that meant that this women only loved him and took kindness with her scythe. It was a feeling he had not felt in a long time. Affection from another...

Sure he Shunshined around the attack, and sure he was all smiles when he reappeared in front of her. "It is wonderful to see you as well. I hope you have been loyal to your master. You mentioned his wraith was one of the worst!" He smiled, though he did not embrace. That kind of affection was left to plebeians, and Sun worshipers. Rather he requested an invite.

"We simply must have tea at my castle. Much to catch up on, as you see the reactions from behind me, I am rather a perhiah of stone now a days. Some misunderstanding of subjection and such." he noted as he held out a hand to shake.

[💀]

HECATE  UCHIHA HAND OF JASHIN She hadn't expected to fell him in one strike. To be able to do so now would have been dissatisfying. He maneuvered around the strike and as angering as it was he prattled on like nothing had ever changed. Time was such a tiny thing in the mind of immortals. Like a child's toy. They didn't age any further. She was grown. Fully grown. A woman and Godric was still as young as he looked it felt. Just then it made her melancholy to look at him, just the idea of killing him switching her mood sour. Eyeing his hand she turned her back on his swiftly and stomped out of the tower much like the sixteen year old girl he'd left her as. "Obviously it was better off when everyone thought you were dead. Even your own village, Godric." Gritting her teeth she kicked open the door to the tower, "So do us all a favor and crawl back into your hole, we don't need another Oathbreaker." /Exitttttt

[Draven]

Godric tilted his head as he watched. The melancholy was infectious. Indeed one of the most intriguing things about this women was that her words were worse than her scythe. The shame of his extended slumber hitting hard. The shame of his curse only coming to daylight. It wasn't the mess that he had left behind, but the lives that he effected. If he was a lessor being, he would have shed a tear. Yet his grin only widened...

For new life was breathing upon him. Godric felt. He had rarely felt anything, always so serious, yet here he was fawning... It was disgusting, yet somehow joyful. Yes there is a reason to all things, and he hoped that he could help Hecate in her goals, perhaps maybe one day, connect with the same god she prays too... "Goodbye my muse" he muttered to himself...

Thus Godric exited, sending a mental telepathic message to Zeik to meet in the center of town. Near the market...

[exit]

[Titan of Stone]

And on that day Balthazar celebrated with a cold glass of champagne as the horrid woman finally left him to do his job in peace rather than skulking around the tower like the shadow of death.

"Cheers." He uttered to the silence around him before taking a sip.

[Flower]

Krystal: +20 tp / +37 sp

[Asami]

[Enter]

A young kunoichi would enter the tower once again, her big green eyes timidly looking at everything, yet her lips was showing a sort of odd smile. "Excuse me? Nakamura Asami here. I'm just reporting in with mission successful. We brought back the stone shinobi safely."

She would look at the man at the desk, still not quite used to how things would go, yet she did indeed have her back straightened a bit in pride. At least until she would once again remember how things would go at home.

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[Titan of Stone]

"Hm? Ah yes, you went on that mission with Tara, i do hope she didnt traumatize you." Bal greeted the girl with a smile before he quickly went over the report and nodded handing the girl her pay and a lollipop, a thing Bal liked doing for the well-behaved shinobi.

"Is there anything i can assist you with my lady?" Bal politely inquired as he watched the girl in case she wanted another mission.

(Ooc: i will pay once im home, sorry for the inconvenience)

[Asami]

((OOC: no worries. I can wait that long no problem ^^ - also the next mission I will request the Meet the kage mission if you have the time. But I will be a bit busy this week, so I thought I solo mission would be fine first ^^))

The large green eyes blinked a few times at his comment, her dark blond eyebrow arced as he gave her a lollipop, and her annoyance at her treating her like a child clearly shone through. Yet she took the lollipop, the child's whimsical and want induced brain taking over for a short while, as she slipped a peace of paper towards him. 

A pop sounded as she took out the lollipop before speaking. "Thank you. This mission seems like something I could do, and maybe get a bit of training in before hand. A quick question though. Did the payer say anything specific he wants his son to be taught? Because the basics are... a vague term to use."

Make Him Strong!
Rank: C
IIC Length: 4 Posts
Difficulty: Easy
Objective: Train the Feudal Lords son in the basic arts of shinobi.
Description:
The Feudal Lord has come to the Village with a desperate request. Take his fat, spoiled son, and make him into a fighter! Since birth the Feudal lord's wife has spoiled her baby boy and made him weak. Not wanting to pass his linage on to this embarrassment he has asked that the village undo his wife's behavior and instead turn him into a respectable man but it wont be easy. The son is set in his pretentious ways and wont be easily swayed. Sometimes a little 'tough love' is needed to get the motivation necessary for the shinobi arts.
Restrictions: There is no restriction on training yourself as you do this mission.
Reward: 38,000 Ryo
GM Required: No

[Tara]

(Enter)

Tara followed closely behind Asami. "Interesting, you sure you want to handle that one yourself?" She raised an eyebrow towards the young one as she sat on Bal's desk. "Also, dear, I don't traumatize people. " Tara gave a pouted lip and a glare as she slipped him her mission slip as well. She did it by sliding it into his shirt and wiggled her eyebrows at him.

[Asami]

Asami looked slightly up to Tara's eyes. "If ther is one thing I know it's how to get a kid to train. Or face the consequences, since I will be the closest medic around anyway." A tiny shrug moved around her shoulders. "Of course I could also keep him healthy enough while you train him, if you think that will work better, and you're bored. I just assumed this wouldn't be the most interresting mission for someone as skilled as you" A bit of colour rose to her cheek, and she turned her head the other way. just in time to avoid seeing the horrible spectacle of Tara overstepping the comfort zone of the poor man. She popped in her lollipop and decided to focus on that for a minute. It tasted so well of rasberry and she loved it.

[Tara]

Tara giggled at Asami. "Why dear if you want him alone all you have to do is ask. But I am bored, and nothing hurts like a bit of training to get the kinks out. Besides I think between the two of use we can get pretty creative on the punishments for not obeying. " Her voice actually dripped with honey and poison at that last. It was obvious that the poor noble's boy would have his hands full with the two of them or just Tara alone. Maybe with Asami there she could behave somewhat.