You've got mail! [Mission]
Feb 18, 2009 20:34:17 GMT -7
Post by Kuro Inpakuto on Feb 18, 2009 20:34:17 GMT -7
Name: You've got mail!
Rank: D
IIC Length: 1 Day
Difficulty: Easy
Description: The life of an Amekagure mail-nin is not easy. Mounds of unmailed letters are found within the mail-nin office and they are severely understaffed due to recent events! Thus the Amekage has decided to employ a team of genin to help the understaffed mail-ninja's in their time of dire need. A cell of genin class ninja are to go to the mail-nin office, collect two large sacks each of letters and deliver them as expeditiously as possible
Objective: Deliver the Letters Safely, to their correct owners and before night time hits the village.
Reward: 1000 Ryo.
Note: May be done Three times.
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Running down the street, Kuro rounded the first corner as he ran for the post office. Hurrying in hopes of getting more done than most thought possible in such a short time, Kuro rushed about as he prepared for the Chuunin exams, hoping he could make the requirements in time. As he sprinted forward, the office came into view as he approached.
Entering the door, Kuro, still gasping for breath, grabbed the nearest mail-nin shouting “WHERES THE MAAAIL! I’M ON A MISSION HERE!” Glancing at his weapon, then at his clothing then back at his face, the man frowned.
“You’re the Gennin they were sending? A little lively eh? Well I guess that’s not bad.” Pointing to two large stacks of letters he spoke again “Best get a move on if you’re gonna be finishing that tonight…”
Nodding, Kuro grabbed the mail and looked over the first piece. “Thanks!” He declared, as he turned and ran out the door. Running down the streets he knew so well, Kuro dashed to the first house. Upon arriving he knocked hard at the door frame, waiting for an answer. After no one came he abruptly took the first letter and slid it under the door as he looked at the next letter. Groaning he noticed it was actually back the other way, in a small building Kuro had passed just minutes before. Realizing his mistake, he stopped for a moment to sort the mail. Thinking carefully about the roads, he sorted the mail and dashed back into the streets.
So it went, as Kuro ran from house to house dropping off mail. Several times he would be asked to stop by and come in for a quick drink, but each time Kuro turned down the offers. Often houses were empty, so he simply slipped in the mail under the door, shoving with enough force to guarantee the letters were far away for the small slot.
Finally nearing the end of his route, Kuro looked at the last of his load. His remaining load was three letters and one fat package, the only of its kind from his stack. This first letter was label to a grandmother, a kind old woman who lived just a short ways from Kuro’s current position, and the others were all headed to the same building, an apartment complex just a few blocks away.
As Kuro approached the old woman’s house he looked back and forth in her outside garden, a small slot next to her building where she grew flowers. Not seeing her, he approached her door and knocked. Hearing the sound of shuffling feet he waited patiently at the door as he leaned on the frame. Abruptly the door swung open and an old woman appeared. “Kuro-chan!” she cried seeing his face. “When did you become a mail-nin?”
Smiling Kuro handed her the letter. “Just out on a mission, they were understaffed and needed help so, here I am…”
Smiling the old woman responded “oh, well that’s kind of you. Perhaps you would like to come in for a drink? I have fresh ramen cooking, if you are hungry.”
“Thank sounds great, but I need to drop off the rest of the mail, so I won’t have time. Thanks anyways though”
“Well don’t be such a stranger honey! I never see you anymore, not since you and your mother used to buy all those flowers so long ago.”
Nodding and feeling slightly sad he agreed. “Well anyways I’m off” he said as he continued down the street.
Approaching the housing complex for the last of his delivery he glanced down. One letter to Anjoi and the package and another letter to Yohito. Walking up the entrance steps he knocked at the described apartment for Anjoi receiving no response. As he had done before he bent down and pushed the mail under the slim slot. Walking up another flight he headed for his final drop off. Rounding the inner corner and walking down the hall he found the room he was seeking. Knocking loudly and receiving no response he slid the letter under the door as usual. Then it hit him. The fat package would never fit into that slot! Sighing and hitting his head on the door, disappointed to be stopped so close to completing his mission, he pondered. Wondering if he could perhaps walk around back to gain access to the windows, he thought he might be able to slip the package in through there.
As he approached the back of the building he found the back exit stairs. Climbing up he counted over as he reached the third floor, one, two, three, and four. Walking up to the appropriate window he wondered what the negatives could be to opening a window to an unattended apartment. Shrugging he tugged at the window, which much to his luck was unlocked. Slipping the package onto the desk, he closed the window and headed back to the tower.
Rank: D
IIC Length: 1 Day
Difficulty: Easy
Description: The life of an Amekagure mail-nin is not easy. Mounds of unmailed letters are found within the mail-nin office and they are severely understaffed due to recent events! Thus the Amekage has decided to employ a team of genin to help the understaffed mail-ninja's in their time of dire need. A cell of genin class ninja are to go to the mail-nin office, collect two large sacks each of letters and deliver them as expeditiously as possible
Objective: Deliver the Letters Safely, to their correct owners and before night time hits the village.
Reward: 1000 Ryo.
Note: May be done Three times.
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Running down the street, Kuro rounded the first corner as he ran for the post office. Hurrying in hopes of getting more done than most thought possible in such a short time, Kuro rushed about as he prepared for the Chuunin exams, hoping he could make the requirements in time. As he sprinted forward, the office came into view as he approached.
Entering the door, Kuro, still gasping for breath, grabbed the nearest mail-nin shouting “WHERES THE MAAAIL! I’M ON A MISSION HERE!” Glancing at his weapon, then at his clothing then back at his face, the man frowned.
“You’re the Gennin they were sending? A little lively eh? Well I guess that’s not bad.” Pointing to two large stacks of letters he spoke again “Best get a move on if you’re gonna be finishing that tonight…”
Nodding, Kuro grabbed the mail and looked over the first piece. “Thanks!” He declared, as he turned and ran out the door. Running down the streets he knew so well, Kuro dashed to the first house. Upon arriving he knocked hard at the door frame, waiting for an answer. After no one came he abruptly took the first letter and slid it under the door as he looked at the next letter. Groaning he noticed it was actually back the other way, in a small building Kuro had passed just minutes before. Realizing his mistake, he stopped for a moment to sort the mail. Thinking carefully about the roads, he sorted the mail and dashed back into the streets.
So it went, as Kuro ran from house to house dropping off mail. Several times he would be asked to stop by and come in for a quick drink, but each time Kuro turned down the offers. Often houses were empty, so he simply slipped in the mail under the door, shoving with enough force to guarantee the letters were far away for the small slot.
Finally nearing the end of his route, Kuro looked at the last of his load. His remaining load was three letters and one fat package, the only of its kind from his stack. This first letter was label to a grandmother, a kind old woman who lived just a short ways from Kuro’s current position, and the others were all headed to the same building, an apartment complex just a few blocks away.
As Kuro approached the old woman’s house he looked back and forth in her outside garden, a small slot next to her building where she grew flowers. Not seeing her, he approached her door and knocked. Hearing the sound of shuffling feet he waited patiently at the door as he leaned on the frame. Abruptly the door swung open and an old woman appeared. “Kuro-chan!” she cried seeing his face. “When did you become a mail-nin?”
Smiling Kuro handed her the letter. “Just out on a mission, they were understaffed and needed help so, here I am…”
Smiling the old woman responded “oh, well that’s kind of you. Perhaps you would like to come in for a drink? I have fresh ramen cooking, if you are hungry.”
“Thank sounds great, but I need to drop off the rest of the mail, so I won’t have time. Thanks anyways though”
“Well don’t be such a stranger honey! I never see you anymore, not since you and your mother used to buy all those flowers so long ago.”
Nodding and feeling slightly sad he agreed. “Well anyways I’m off” he said as he continued down the street.
Approaching the housing complex for the last of his delivery he glanced down. One letter to Anjoi and the package and another letter to Yohito. Walking up the entrance steps he knocked at the described apartment for Anjoi receiving no response. As he had done before he bent down and pushed the mail under the slim slot. Walking up another flight he headed for his final drop off. Rounding the inner corner and walking down the hall he found the room he was seeking. Knocking loudly and receiving no response he slid the letter under the door as usual. Then it hit him. The fat package would never fit into that slot! Sighing and hitting his head on the door, disappointed to be stopped so close to completing his mission, he pondered. Wondering if he could perhaps walk around back to gain access to the windows, he thought he might be able to slip the package in through there.
As he approached the back of the building he found the back exit stairs. Climbing up he counted over as he reached the third floor, one, two, three, and four. Walking up to the appropriate window he wondered what the negatives could be to opening a window to an unattended apartment. Shrugging he tugged at the window, which much to his luck was unlocked. Slipping the package onto the desk, he closed the window and headed back to the tower.
