Kill the Crow || Deliver the Mail [M]

[The Heron]

Name: Undesired Neighbor
Rank: D
IIC Length: 2 Days
Difficulty: Moderate.
Description: A crow has decided to make its new nest in a quiet suburb of the mist. Now despite being a sign of ill omen, the inhabitants of the neighborhood had no problem with him being there. Until the raven's musical talents started to appear, filling the void, day and night, with intolerable shrills. The residents gathered money and requested a mission to save them from that hell. The bird is agile and fast.
Objective: Drive away or assassinate the annoying crow.
Reward: 800 Ryo.

Name: Postman Flu
Rank: D
IIC Length: 1 day
Difficulty: Easy
Description: One of the local postmen handling mails and packages to a good part of the hidden village has got the flu. The man has requested a mission for someone to take over for him for at least one day, just to make sure the flow of work doesn't cramp up. His average of daily achievements is 7-8 deliveries, and he expects nothing less from a shinobi.
Objective: Deliver as many mail and packages as possible in one day.
Reward: 500 Ryo.
Can be Repeated four times.

The two genin exited the Mizukage tower in sync, one with the dullest of expressions on his face. That particular shinobi was Kawashima Hiromasa... quite possibly the most apathetic eleven year old in existence.

"... This is an interesting mission." Hiromasa lamented, eyes scanning the scroll gripped in his hand. It appeared there was a crow bothering the civilians in the northern suburbs. He could either chase it away, or kill it...

If he simply chased it away, it could possibly come back, so...

"Flame broiled crow it is." He glanced at Senshi, a mischevious gleam in his usually dead eyes. "Wanna make a wager?" He took a brief look at the other mission scroll. Ugh, delivering letters.

"We go for the crow first; whoever gets to it only has to deliver one letter, and the loser has to deliver the other seven... deal?"

[senshi]

Strolling out through the grand gates of the tower, Hanako Senshi would probably be the Genin with the least concern in life, hardly even aware to what his mate may be cooking in the small mind of his. He would be silent, not even close to his awareness the events that before in their missions made him cringe and be distasteful. His forgetfulness helped.

By Hiromasa's comment, Senshi gave the scroll in his hand a glance, realizing which task he was admiring. The raven-kill... No wonder. He thought, comfortably.

Another remark releasing into the air, the child giggled, startled by the new sparkle in his friend's orbs. His suggestion, his descry at the second scroll. It was a fresh doing of his. Huh? Then the Kawashima explained. The Genin spent seconds in stirring of the subject before a smile sped across his lips. He knew if it was a head to head contest, he would lose. He was the rookie among them both.

Hiding his smirk, Senshi reached with his hands to the scroll, keeping it within the grasp of his teammate. He opened it wide and gave it a thorough skim, marking each important detail and memorizing them in the volatile memory he had, knowing it could last for as long as he really needed it.

Wordlessly, Senshi had already leapt off a house's wall, his Kinobori taking him to the roof and then to the other. Handseals done, Hiromasa most likely would've realized what technique the boy went for. "Shunshin no Jutsu." He was gone. Hardly a mile away, simply relocating where he couldn't be seen by his now adversary, where he could sprint through shortcuts and make it to their destination first.

[The Heron]

"Hn." The grunt escaped his lips at Senshi's retreating back. He gave his teammate a bit of a head start, only beginning to form his own handseals for shunshin just as his teammate reached the roof of a house. Once Senshi's form dissappeared over the top of the roof, he flared his chakra, moving nearly instantaneously from his point on the ground to the edge of the roof. Senshi's retreating back greeted him, before dissappearing in a shunshin. He couldn't tell in which direction his teammate had gone; but it didn't matter. He only had to get to the northern sector of the village before Senshi did.

Piece of cake, right?

Another Shunshin, and he was that much closer.

[senshi]

OOC: I am confused, did he do that second shunshin or not?

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IC: Under the scared rays of the sun and the fog that let it slide at angles and devoured it deliciously at others, the Hanako let himself slip quite quickly between the allies. He knew Hiromasa well enough to consider him using shunshin, several times. He was that obvious, in his racing tactics at least. So far, Senshi hardly knew anything about his mate's combat abilities. He had a crab summon and a Raiton technique, right? Pondering on it as he veered around the corner, the boy realized how fortunate of a team they were, water conducted electricity the best. Senshi realized he would really love to combine their technique together in a some time.

Glimpsing across, the child's eyes smirked. He saw what pleased him. Taking a chance, he banged his foot into the floor and clutched to a sewer's cover, pulling it away before he slithered beneath.

If my calculations are right, should I find a right heeeere... Dang! The needed detour wasn't there. He had to surface a distance away, irritated at his misfortune but still in hope he would make it first. He blasted towards the neighborhood, still no sign of Hiromasa.

Where should I ask? But before he picked a house, the shrilling from above terminated that need. His target was plain like the... well, not the sun. Pheh... it was just obvious enough. The child sized him down through the sharp sight god gifted him with. Above the longest pole you could find, just nesting on a broken street light, was the pitch black singer of the night, and no record company would even allow him into its walls. Every audition was a disaster! Senshi could straightforwardly guess.

Inside liberating a 'here I go', the shurikeneer's nimble fingers launched his rather accurate attack. The composite of five four-winged star whizzed through, hardly with normal speed but that which could shred the being into useless limbs and plume. They fleeted above, arching about in an unforseen attack. The Genin had taken a leap back and onto a household's side he stood, his discharging scroll in him half-unwrapped and ready to let go of more.

The vibrating shrieking collided with the whisking objects, easily notifying the creature. Its wings beating down, it once created storms of his convenient scale and above towards the sky it soared, grazed at his left wing by a shuriken, yet unstopped.
Senshi gritted his teeth and knew his foe was rather close. He just felt it. Where would that attack come from? Perhaps Senshi could actually interrupt that... He smirked inside.

[The Heron]

Yep.

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He leaped across roof tops, cutting a blazing trail in his wake. Already in his mind he was formulating a strategy to take care of the pesky bird. If done correctly, he'd have a bit of lunch to eat as well. He didn't know exactly where Senshi was, but something told him his teammate wasn't to far ahead. He was loathe to execute another Shunshin, as his limit was three, and he still needed one to get him in close to the crow, should he have to.

He leaped across a wide expanse, and below him, just out the corner of his eyes, he could see Senshi, standing aside a household.

A black shape flying erratically through the sky alerted him to the presence of the crow. Hmmm... He paused on the roof, judging the distances, should he have to jump to reach the vacating bird. One, two, twenty feet into the air. He calculated, which meant double for anyone land logged.

This should work then.

With indeterminable speed, he completed a short set of handeals; twelve in total. His jaws swelled to epic proportions, his eyes bulged, and then he expelled a jet of oil from his mouth. It rocketed through the air like a projectile on a collision course with the fleeting crow. Like a great black hand reaching into the sky, the oil swallowed the crow, coating it in the viscous liquid. Already injured, the oil glued its feathers together, halting its flight. Like a rock, the crow dropped. It would probably die from the fall, but Hiromasa wasn't finished.

Ryuuka no Jutsu would be severe overkill, so he settled for the Inferno technique. The fire jutsu had limited range, so he would have to time it perfectly. Four handseals were completed in rapid succession. He brought his left hand up to his mouth, cupping it, and then exhaled, expelling a small gout of flame. If everything went well, the bird would catch alight, and be char broiled by the time it hit the ground.

[senshi]

OOC: A Genin with 3 elements... -.- That's just wrong.

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IC: Barely catching sight to his emerging mate, Senshi couldn't even blink before their target was engulfed by the rushing jet of oil, and then torched up. What the hell kept Hirosama a Genin doing minor chores inside the village?! That puzzled the Hanako over and over. He was hardly lower than a chuunin, someone who should be doing dangerous tasks outside of the village.

The people living around from their windows had been peaking, and easily as their intruder to the ground plummeted, they cheered and yelled at its frying viewing. Senshi with a sigh accepted his defeat, knowing that he stood no chance from the beginning, but inside started to build in him something, perhaps a bit bitterness with a swirl of envy. Perhaps he needed to be reassigned to a team of his level.

They would move on. The postman's house wouldn't be long of a walk. Surrendering to the fact that he'd be doing all the work, the child started immediately, bolting away with two of the packages and a letter. He, smiling, considered that it would be his mission alone anyway; Hiromasa shouldn't be given these crappy assignments any more.

[The Heron]

Four actually. Suiton, Raiton, Katon, and Doton. I would be going to the chuunins, but meh, I'll wait. Sometimes, training is just as boring as solo missions, but other times... its fun

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Before he could say anything to Senshi, the weapon's user had already dashed off to deliver his packages. His victory had been inevitable... considering his prodigious talent. Senshi probably doubted his worth, but the boy was level-headed at all times, and though there was a gap in skills, nothing could account for cool under pressure. Sure, he'd frozen for a second on there first C-rank, but Hiromasa was certain that wouldn't happen again.

"Hn." He announced to the world, jumping down from the roof, landing softly on the ground in a balanced crouch. He only had one message to deliver... he glanced down at the name and the address: Mr. Tou, Riyoushi Cove.

That was a ten minute walk away, and since Hiromasa never spent much time just strolling leisurely through the village, he decided to do so today.

[senshi]

OOC: I gotta admit, that's one part of this RP's setting that I hate. A Genin should hardly be able to exceed one element. That much versatility and power at this low of a rank... pfft, it's just wrong.

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IC: Sprining about, Senshi's head agitated the currents of spinning thoughts he so difficultly pondered about. He had just finished another of his training's sessions, knowing that he was a bit tougher, but it just bothered him the gap between him and Hiromasa. Absent-mindedly, The destinations he sought were brought to him, his feet tugging the ropes of earth.

With good manners, he handed his first and took his signature, yet in him something changed. He needed something new, he needed something dangerous. And he was off towards the next, possibly not so far.

In minutes he had crossed the blocks and successfully ended another delivery, with a smile and a greeting that ade the process all that smooth. Still he wasn't at ease. The letter he dropped into the designated mail box and scuttled away, sighing lightly, flipping off the street, around a crate and into an ally. Before the kawashima would reach his target, the Hanako would've picked up the latter group. One big package and three letter he quickly pocketed.

[The Heron]

Okami is going to the chuunin's with 3000 tp... that's like, psh, Kage level, easy. If they had chuunin exams more often, like once every month, it would be different, but meh... not my site. I just know I want to pwn as soon as possible.

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His stroll carried him to the doorstep of Mr.Tou. He held off from knocking, instead just dropping the package at the door. Task accomplish, he gave a languid kick to the door before stalking off back towards the Mizukage Tower. He'd wait there for Senshi, and then...

A mission, a training break... Hiromasa didn't care. Go had sent him another invitation for the Fight Club, but he wasn't quite sure he wanted to waste his time fighting failed shinobi and burly civilians.

||EXIT||

[senshi]

Attempting to penetrate into Senshi's mood, boredom found it near impossible. Having been so mind-occupied, the Genin, though carrying out what could be the dullest mission ever, was practically far down the depth of thought to even be bothered. The package arrived to where it desired and a signature was obtained.

Alright. Something in his mind clicked as he swiftly slid two letters through the tiny trench in the wooden box. And before long the last of the seven was in place. Barely would the3 Hanako be in rush back; in the bone box his neck supported something flared and stirred, something was cooking in near maliciousness, delicious spite.

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