Post by Masaki on Jul 29, 2014 14:27:04 GMT -7
Toki and Lyrin. Masaki had come to know these two well in the last few days, observing them, learning their quirks, becoming an unknown stalker to everything they did. For him, there was always something disturbingly intimate about infiltrator missions that Masaki could never shake off. Seconds of watching people turn into minutes, to hours, and nights to days, and soon there was nothing private about the scene. Masaki saw them eat, love, shit- everything. He didn’t like these missions. It made him realize that someone could have easily followed him through his life; they could’ve seen everything he’d been through in his past and what a jarring feeling that was. From these assignments Masaki understood that any block he made to his past, the privacy of his current life, it was effortlessly leveled.
For now, however, Masaki had filled his report in great detail turning his night time before he slept (while having a defense and movement perimeter up). In his report he listed the physical descriptions of the two missing-nins in case they needed to be identified later or if they changed disguises. Toki, the man of the pair, was a ginger haired man with curly locks that he kept pulled back most of the time. He liked his beard scruffy, his clothing equally as messy, and didn’t bother with formalities. The A-ranked shinobi specialized in Taijutsu and had the build of someone who did. Toki, from his records, was made strong by battle and a child life of a farmer. He carried most of the supplies. Personality wise, Toki was gruff and enjoyed everything to the fullest: his lover, his battles, his food and drink. He pillaged and murdered with the same excess.
Lyrin, on the other hand, was a petite woman with orange hair that came down a few inches past her shoulders. Her frame was thin, her appearance much younger than her actual age, and her lips twisted into a constant sneering smile. She was just as wolfish as her partner and didn’t mind getting bloody in a fight, getting just as close as Toki did, regardless she was a Genjutsu user. Lyrin thrived off of the carnage she created. The woman did most of the talking out of the pair as well as giving out directions and planning their next moves. If Toki ever thought this was a combined work effort he would be sorely mistaken come the day his companion turned on him. Which that would happen, Masaki knew, he’d notice hints of their self-destruction in their recent sloppiness. There was no doubt in his mind that the information he stalked for would be given soon.
Masaki’s face was grim as he watched Toki and Lyrin kiss again, the curves of their bodies melded tight together. “Did you see their faces?” Lyrin asked, her husky voice made deeper by excitement. “They didn’t even see us coming.”
Toki laughed, nuzzling his lips in the crook of his companion’s neck, biting at her as Masaki wished he could turn away. “Mmm, I did. I did. But when are we moving to Nami no Kuni? They are weak now. We should strike.”
“Tsk,” Lyrin pulled away quickly, hands on hips as she glared at the man. “When I say so! Nami has many who travel through it, though weak it is, and we still need to acquire a way to get onto the island without be suspected.” The woman purred, pushing herself back to Toki’s broad chest. “I was thinking,” she trailed a finger down his shirt. “A newlywed couple.”
Oblivious to his paramour’s previous anger, Toki groaned happily, picking Lyrin up and throwing her over his shoulder. “Make way for bride and groom!” he bellowed, humming a popular wedding song. “We’ve got business at hand!”
Lyrin pounded at Toki’s back, muttering how they needed to go over plans before rolling her eyes and surrendered to being carried away. And for a moment, a heart stopping moment, Masaki swore she lingered on the bushes he had concealed himself in. The thought of two highly A-ranked missing-nin noticing him made his stomach heave. They would torture and kill him if he wasn’t careful.
Masaki had the pleasure of listening to their lovemaking as he waited for them to either fall asleep or come out and eat and discuss their next move. He hoped it was the latter of the two as that would allow him to leave back for Iwa sooner rather than later. As Lyrin and Toki embraced each other inside of their tent, Masaki ate his food ration for that day, nibbling on the dried fruit as he stopped occasional to sip at his flask. He paid the bare minimal attention to the sounds coming from the tent, despising the fact he couldn’t ignore it completely in fear of mission out on ‘sensitive material’. These were the reasons why he didn’t willingly sign up for such missions but when it came to two A-ranked shinobi as foes then Iwagakure had to send its higher ranking individuals.
It wasn’t long after that a bare chested Toki exited the tent, naked save for the pair of brown shorts he wore. His forehead protector hung loosely from the shorts, falling to the floor as he plopped himself down next to their campfire. As Toki prepared the fire Lyrin appeared from the tent dressed in a tight fitting robe as she down next to him. “Are you ready to concentrate?” she questioned, words sharp.
Toki grunted.
“We don’t have enough Ryo to buy passage out to Nami, not yet anyway, but there is a small town just outside of Nami that has an even smaller population of travelers that we could hit,” the woman replied, plucking a map out of her bag. “It’s righhhht here!”
“Robbery?”
Masaki’s breath stilled as he forced himself not to lean forward in the bushes. This was it; this was the moment he’d been waiting for the last four days. They were going to talk about their next plans. And that they did. Lyrin explained how they would target the shops during the night, take what they needed, kill anyone who got in their way, and then head for Nami under the guise of a couple newly married and celebrating with their gift money. After that they would blow everything they had before kidnapping the village leader’s children and hold them for a heavy ransom.
“I even heard the eldest daughter is planned to marry soon! We could get her fiancé’s family to give us ryo as well!”
The Iwa jounin’s heart burned at the thought, the wound on his stomach flaring in pain as if he’d been attacked all over again. History was rewriting itself for him and he needed to stop the two missing-nins from getting to Nami…or the village before it. He would not let another family be destroyed and certainly not another couple.
Waiting till the couple fell asleep, Masaki summoned a single strand of vine and slowly, under the cover of night and the mess of forest undergrowth around them, he inched it closer and closer to the forehead protector dropped by Toki earlier in the evening. The ivy curled around the black cloth, wrapping around it as Masaki then pulled it back into the bushes, pausing only once when the leaves rustled and Lyrin mumbled in her sleep.
Once the protector was in his hands, the crossed out symbol of Amegakure no Sato apparent in the metal, Masaki pocketed it and retreated from his hiding place. His muscles ached from crouching for so long but he ignored it. Toki wouldn’t wake easily but his cohort would and if they recognize anything that would lead them to Masaki he would need to buy himself time. Growing vines around the forest and the place where he hid, Masaki then flooded them with poison. Tsutaurushi (Poison Ivy)
That would slow them down, allowing Masaki to return to Iwa with his information and gather a team that would intercept the duo outside of Nami and kill them.
Masaki was certain of that.
Jutsu Used:
For now, however, Masaki had filled his report in great detail turning his night time before he slept (while having a defense and movement perimeter up). In his report he listed the physical descriptions of the two missing-nins in case they needed to be identified later or if they changed disguises. Toki, the man of the pair, was a ginger haired man with curly locks that he kept pulled back most of the time. He liked his beard scruffy, his clothing equally as messy, and didn’t bother with formalities. The A-ranked shinobi specialized in Taijutsu and had the build of someone who did. Toki, from his records, was made strong by battle and a child life of a farmer. He carried most of the supplies. Personality wise, Toki was gruff and enjoyed everything to the fullest: his lover, his battles, his food and drink. He pillaged and murdered with the same excess.
Lyrin, on the other hand, was a petite woman with orange hair that came down a few inches past her shoulders. Her frame was thin, her appearance much younger than her actual age, and her lips twisted into a constant sneering smile. She was just as wolfish as her partner and didn’t mind getting bloody in a fight, getting just as close as Toki did, regardless she was a Genjutsu user. Lyrin thrived off of the carnage she created. The woman did most of the talking out of the pair as well as giving out directions and planning their next moves. If Toki ever thought this was a combined work effort he would be sorely mistaken come the day his companion turned on him. Which that would happen, Masaki knew, he’d notice hints of their self-destruction in their recent sloppiness. There was no doubt in his mind that the information he stalked for would be given soon.
Masaki’s face was grim as he watched Toki and Lyrin kiss again, the curves of their bodies melded tight together. “Did you see their faces?” Lyrin asked, her husky voice made deeper by excitement. “They didn’t even see us coming.”
Toki laughed, nuzzling his lips in the crook of his companion’s neck, biting at her as Masaki wished he could turn away. “Mmm, I did. I did. But when are we moving to Nami no Kuni? They are weak now. We should strike.”
“Tsk,” Lyrin pulled away quickly, hands on hips as she glared at the man. “When I say so! Nami has many who travel through it, though weak it is, and we still need to acquire a way to get onto the island without be suspected.” The woman purred, pushing herself back to Toki’s broad chest. “I was thinking,” she trailed a finger down his shirt. “A newlywed couple.”
Oblivious to his paramour’s previous anger, Toki groaned happily, picking Lyrin up and throwing her over his shoulder. “Make way for bride and groom!” he bellowed, humming a popular wedding song. “We’ve got business at hand!”
Lyrin pounded at Toki’s back, muttering how they needed to go over plans before rolling her eyes and surrendered to being carried away. And for a moment, a heart stopping moment, Masaki swore she lingered on the bushes he had concealed himself in. The thought of two highly A-ranked missing-nin noticing him made his stomach heave. They would torture and kill him if he wasn’t careful.
Masaki had the pleasure of listening to their lovemaking as he waited for them to either fall asleep or come out and eat and discuss their next move. He hoped it was the latter of the two as that would allow him to leave back for Iwa sooner rather than later. As Lyrin and Toki embraced each other inside of their tent, Masaki ate his food ration for that day, nibbling on the dried fruit as he stopped occasional to sip at his flask. He paid the bare minimal attention to the sounds coming from the tent, despising the fact he couldn’t ignore it completely in fear of mission out on ‘sensitive material’. These were the reasons why he didn’t willingly sign up for such missions but when it came to two A-ranked shinobi as foes then Iwagakure had to send its higher ranking individuals.
It wasn’t long after that a bare chested Toki exited the tent, naked save for the pair of brown shorts he wore. His forehead protector hung loosely from the shorts, falling to the floor as he plopped himself down next to their campfire. As Toki prepared the fire Lyrin appeared from the tent dressed in a tight fitting robe as she down next to him. “Are you ready to concentrate?” she questioned, words sharp.
Toki grunted.
“We don’t have enough Ryo to buy passage out to Nami, not yet anyway, but there is a small town just outside of Nami that has an even smaller population of travelers that we could hit,” the woman replied, plucking a map out of her bag. “It’s righhhht here!”
“Robbery?”
Masaki’s breath stilled as he forced himself not to lean forward in the bushes. This was it; this was the moment he’d been waiting for the last four days. They were going to talk about their next plans. And that they did. Lyrin explained how they would target the shops during the night, take what they needed, kill anyone who got in their way, and then head for Nami under the guise of a couple newly married and celebrating with their gift money. After that they would blow everything they had before kidnapping the village leader’s children and hold them for a heavy ransom.
“I even heard the eldest daughter is planned to marry soon! We could get her fiancé’s family to give us ryo as well!”
The Iwa jounin’s heart burned at the thought, the wound on his stomach flaring in pain as if he’d been attacked all over again. History was rewriting itself for him and he needed to stop the two missing-nins from getting to Nami…or the village before it. He would not let another family be destroyed and certainly not another couple.
Waiting till the couple fell asleep, Masaki summoned a single strand of vine and slowly, under the cover of night and the mess of forest undergrowth around them, he inched it closer and closer to the forehead protector dropped by Toki earlier in the evening. The ivy curled around the black cloth, wrapping around it as Masaki then pulled it back into the bushes, pausing only once when the leaves rustled and Lyrin mumbled in her sleep.
Once the protector was in his hands, the crossed out symbol of Amegakure no Sato apparent in the metal, Masaki pocketed it and retreated from his hiding place. His muscles ached from crouching for so long but he ignored it. Toki wouldn’t wake easily but his cohort would and if they recognize anything that would lead them to Masaki he would need to buy himself time. Growing vines around the forest and the place where he hid, Masaki then flooded them with poison. Tsutaurushi (Poison Ivy)
That would slow them down, allowing Masaki to return to Iwa with his information and gather a team that would intercept the duo outside of Nami and kill them.
Masaki was certain of that.
Jutsu Used:
- Kusari no Tsutakazura (Chain of Vines)
- Tsutaurushi (Poison Ivy)
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