RPG Fallen Leaves-Cell 3, Mission#1 [PG-L]

[Ezekiel]

[CENTER][FONT=Century Gothic][COLOR=DarkSlateGray]Sho crossed the hall with long strides, his three Genin in tow. Imi and Ginmaru seemed to have made an agreement that not talking was the best way to not killing each other. Daisuke certainly wasn't complaining about this.

[B]"So, what joys shall we encounter on our first mission together."[/B]

The Hokage grimaced as he looked at his paper, and then at Sho, wondering why in Kami-sama's name someone had decided to put this mission with this Cell.

[B]"Well, there's a businessman from Hidden Sand Village who's attending a large formal party tonight," [/B] Ginmaru was already starting to look edgy at the mention of 'formal party'.

[B]"And we're...escorting him? Showing him around?"[/B] Sho guessed, trying to urge the Hokage on.

[B]"No, you'll all have to be his bodyguards, in case any annoyed associates want to fight him. It won't be anything exciting, you'll probably have to calm some...tipsy old men down."[/B]

Imi's shoulders sagged sadly.

[B]"Well, that doesn't sound so bad."[/B] Sho shrugged, reaching out to take the address of the party form the Hokage's hand before he turned to leave.

[B]"Well, there's one last thing, Shogo-kun,"[/B] the whole Cell turned, [B]"You'll have to dress accordingly."[/B]

[B]"You mean..."[/B] Sho growled.

[B]"Yes, Shogo-kun, formal wear."[/B]
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[SIZE=1][B]Okay, so this mission isn't all that tasking. Just amusing. Well, I thought so >_> Have fun with this, and remember the sake~ ^_~[/B][/SIZE]

[Annie]

[size=1][b]"Formal wear?!"[/b] Imi shrieked, nearly jogging to keep up with Shogo's pace, [b]"Sensei, you really aren't going to make us dress up, are you?"[/b]

Sho stopped abruptly in the middle fo the hall, causing the three straggling Genin to run smack into him, and each other. Groaning with sheer annoyance, Sho turned to face his students. Their faces pleaded, even Daisuke's, for him to save them from the agony of formal clothing. The Jounin didn't like wearing tuxedos as much as the next ninja, but it wasn't his decision.

[b]"Listen, kiddies, I hate--[i]hate[/i]--wearing nice clothes,"[/b] his hands shook, emphasizing his hatred for this idea, [b]"But we have to follow Hokage's orders. Look at it this way, if we were to just stroll into the party looking like ninjas, it would cause a scene we really don't need. People would get concerned, and we may end up with more of an issue than we already have."[/b]

The three Genin glanced at one another, nodding in agreement. As much as they hated to admit, Shogo was right and maybe wearing the tuxedos and gowns wouldn't be too bad. At least for one night. Imi still looked unsettled, Daisuke noticed. Working up enough courage, he nudged her lightly.

[b]"You okay, Imi-chan?"[/b] he whispered.

[b]"I'm fine,"[/b] she shrugged, giving a half-hearted smile.

Daisuke wasn't satisfied and started to open his mouth to disagree, but Ginmaru held up a hand to save Daisuke from getting pounded. A brawl in the middle of Hokage's office building wasn't the best idea for them. Shogo would probably slaughter them all. The group made their way outside and down the streets of Hidden Leaf.

[b]"Imi-chan,"[/b] Shogo scooped his arm around her shoulders, [b]"you need to tell me, at least, what's really bothering you. I need your full focus tonight, and if anyone's bothering you, we need to get it straightened out."[/b]

[b]"Well, Sensei,"[/b] Imi rubbed her arms, squirming a bit under Shogo's arm, [b]"It's just that...I'm the only girl in this cell. And the Hokage said there's going to be a lot of men. Drunk men..."[/b]

Her voice barely audible so that Ginmaru couldn't hear her subtle fear. Shogo smiled and gave her a bit of a playful shake.

[b]"Don't worry, kid. No one in this cell would let anything happen to you,"[/b] he tried to reassure her.

[b]"I'm not so sure, someone,"[/b] Imi turned to glance at Ginmaru over her shoulder, [b]"would be protective of me."

"Yes, he would,"[/b] Sho's voice trailed, [b]"No matter your differences, Gin-poo would fend for you. Deep in his cold complexities, he wouldn't let someone hurt a girl. Besides, if he's that much of an asshole, you still have Daisuke and myself."[/b]

Imi snorted, trying to stiffle her laughter. Shogo smiled and ruffled the red-head's hair. The stopped outside of the ramen shop when Shogo proposed he'd treat the cell to dinner.

[b]"My treat, guys,"[/b] he pulled the curtain back.

[b]"Ah, thanks, Sensei!"[/b] Daisuke entered first, followed by Imi then Ginmaru.

The three sat in their respected order; Ginmaru to the far left, Daisuke in the middle, and Imi on the right. Sho smirked and felt that the small ramen shop was too small for Imi and Ginmaru, and he sat down between Daisuke and Ginmaru.

[b]"After we eat, we'll discuss tonight's mission,"[/b] Shogo picked up his chopsticks.

[b]"Shogo-sensei,"[/b] Daisuke started, his mouth full of ramen.

[b]"Don't talk with your mouth full,"[/b] Sho stated, smacking Daisuke on the head.

After a few minutes of chewing, Daisuke spoke again, [b]"I didn't get a chance to ask earlier, but are you going to teach us the '9 Hells' no Jutsu?"[/b]

Shogo finished the noodles in his mouth and set his bowl down. All three students looked up from their bowls. The Genjutsu was incredibly dangerous to teach to young Genin. It almost killed him when he first attempted the jutsu. These three Genin were no where near in control of their emotions to learn this technique.

[b]"I'll think about it,"[/b] Shogo flashed Daisuke a silly smile.

[b]"Aw, that's something my mom would say,"[/b] Imi grumbled.

Shogo chuckled, twirling his chopsticks in the noodles.[/size]

[Cambrian_Explosion]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Daisuke stared up at the building that hosted the party. He and his team were in full formal wear; Imi wore an attractive flower-patterned kimono, while the guys wore tuxedos. Shogo used a Henje no Jutsu to give himself the appearance of having eyes and being scar-less, but still wore a tux like his male students to conserve chakra. Daisuke glanced at Ginmaru, and noticed he still looked angry over being forced to leave his beloved katana behind. Imi still seemed a bit ill at ease, but whatever Shogo said to her earlier had apparently calmed her down a good deal. As for Daisuke himself, he found the tuxedo insufferably hot, uncomfortably tight and restrictive, and felt as though his shirt collar was attempting to suffocate him. He also wasn?t particularly impressed with their client Mr. Wantanabe, a fat, middle-aged man, who waddled along spouting gibberish about his own brilliance in the stock market.

They were of course arriving ?fashionably late,? that happy medium where the party has already started, but not too much sake has been consumed. Upon entering the hall, their client began making the rounds, bowing, exchanging smiles, and conveniently following the waiter carrying sake. There really wasn?t much to do, but follow the pudgy businessman around. Shogo ordered Daisuke to activate his Byakugan and check for concealed weapons. He swept the area with heavily veined eyes, using his penetrating vision to see through clothing and bodies. Aside from some nail clippers, nothing caught his attention.

However, as the evening began to progress, Daisuke noticed the level of drunkenness steadily rising. Cell 3?s first ?customer? came in the form of a stumbling, nearly cross-eyed man with a score to settle. Slurring incoherently, he threw a punch at the back of Mr. Wantanabe?s head. Although Ginmaru was closest, the punch landed in Shogo?s hand. ?You really should calm down, sir,? he told him mildly. The man responded with an even more poorly aimed punch, which the Jounin didn?t even bother to dodge, and crumpling the man with a swift fist to the gut, knocking the man cold. He then calmly carried the man to a nearby table to ?sleep it off.? Daisuke peeked at his comrades, and they both nodded. Shogo-sensei had just given them a message; beyond speed and reflexes, put down the drunkards with as little fuss as possible.[/COLOR]

OOC: Sorry it's short, just wanted to get to the party and all.

[Onix]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Ginmaru sighed and tugged uncomfortably at his thin black tie, desperately wishing he could just tear it off and burn it. In addition, he felt almost naked without his sword strapped to his back or his mask. He kept fiddling while Shogo-sensei dispatched the first drunkard of the night, filled with a nervous energy that he couldn't explain but [I]certainly[/I] didn't have anything to do with the lovely young women in kimonos. No sir.

And the occasional drunken one playing with his hair? Didn't bother him in the [I]slightest[/I]. Nope. He was fine with them cooing over the "cute little ninja," and was quite competently ignoring Daisuke and Imi's sniggers. Because he was a shinobi, and shinobi didn't give in to such simple distractions. So, the tension that was throbbing in his temples was completely unexplainable. Maybe he was just bored.

He had to admit, though, that seeing the women give the same attention to Daisuke did bring a smug smile to his face.

He sighed again and meandered over to the bar, effortlessly snatching an open jug of sake off the counter. The person who had rightfully payed for it was already slumped against the table, so he wouldn't miss it. Ginmaru, who was old enough to kill and old enough to bear the Kingatana, was surely old enough to handle a sip of sake, so he took one.

That burning sensation? Nothing. Really.

The instant hazy vision? Would pass, he was sure.

That stagger? A careful ruse to through potential brawlers off their guard.

Yes, everything was going according to plan.

[B]"Oi, girly, care to party with a real man?"[/B] came a loud, raucous voice.

Ginmaru turned quickly, his eyes narrowing as he looked upon a group of leering drunks, crowded around a dainty red head. One reached out to grab her shoulder, but she shrugged him off. Sensing trouble, Ginmaru slinked closer.

[B]"Get away, you oafs!"[/B] the girl snarled.

[B]"Come on, cutie, don't be rough!"[/B] chortled another man. [B]"Let Okamura-sama take good care of you."[/B]

[B]"I said, go away!"[/B]

[B]"Don't make me get warm with you, you little - "[/B]

[B]"The girl doesn't want your company, letch!"[/B]

There was a loud crack as Ginmaru's fist came into contact with the burliest and most drunken of the pack, and the businessman staggered back, slumping against his buddies. The silver-haired ninja flexed his hand again and shot a cold glare at the crowd. Even without his sword, he could still give them one hell of a fight if they tried him.

[B]"Now, I'd suggest you all go and cool down, alright?"[/B]

Without another (loud) word, the men slinked off, muttering darkly but making no threatening gestures. Ginmaru, proud of his victory, minor as it may be, turned to the young woman he had protected...and was promptly slugged in the gut.

[B]"Jackass, I could've handled it!"[/B] Imi growled.

[B]"Love you, too, Imi-chan,"[/B] Ginmaru spat back. [B]"See if I do you another favour."[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Ezekiel]

[SIZE=1]Imi growled softly as she rubbed her knuckles, glaring at Ginmaru?s retreating back as he staggered back towards Sho, no doubt to complain. Imi scoffed and turned in a huff, stalking after their client as he wound his way around the room, stopping to bow to friends and colleagues.

Imi sighed as he began drinking sake again, politely refusing when he offered her some, almost spilling it on her new kimono. Though she would never admit it, Imi was growing rather fond of this outfit?perhaps she?d ask her mother for nicer?more girly clothes. The thought, however, was quickly wiped from her mind as a loud crash from the back of the restaurant shocked everyone into silence. She gasped and shot to her feet, running towards what she could only assume had been an explosion. Sho joined her quickly, as well as Daisuke, who was tugging a rather irate Ginmaru who was shaking his fist menacingly at some invisible entity. Sake, Imi thought, she would never touch the stuff.

As the clouds of dust cleared, Sho moved in front of his Genin, holding out one arm as a sign for them to stay back, for now. Seeing as they had no weapons they?d have to rely on what training they?d had in hand to hand combat. Sho wasn?t sure they could handle someone wielding explosives.

However, as soon as the man who?d caused the huge noise walked in, Sho sagged. He grumbled and walked forward, reaching out to grab the gangly man by one shoulder.
[B]
?Gerrof!?[/B] he yelped, squirming away from Sho?s fierce grip. [B]?I?m here?to rescue you all!?[/B]

Imi blinked, stunned for a moment at the man?s appearance. He was dressed in pants far too big for him that were held up by heavily stretched suspenders. His boots were, just like his trousers, far too big and all he wore on his chest was a leather breastplate. Covering his face was a gas mask, and strapped to his side was what looked to be a crudely made wooden sword along with eight more home made explosives, far more powerful than anything Imi had seen used before.

[B]?Er?sensei?? [/B] Daisuke began, but Sho waved him off.

[B]?This guy?s a nutcase??[/B]

[B]?I?m a hero!?

?He thinks he?s part of ANBU??[/B]

[B]?I?m better than ANBU! You didn?t know there was a threat here! I know there is! That man,?[/B] he pointed threateningly into the crowd at what looked to be a tall man, covered in shadow, [B]?That man is a villain! He?ll kill you all! Let me pass!? [/B] with one last cry he barrelled into Sho?s chest, throwing what little weight he hand into the shove, sending both he and the surprised Jounin to the ground. Imi jumped back next to a swaying Ginmaru, who looked to be in a fighting stance typical to the Drunken Fist. Imi convinced herself it was merely a coincidence.

Just as Sho was about to shove the lunatic off of him, another explosion sounded, sending Daisuke, who was closer to the fray, flying backwards. Imi yelped and ran to her comrade?s side, helping him up as the dust choked them both.

[B]?Sensei??[/B] Imi called through the thick dust, waiting for her teachers reply. This guy may have been a moron, but those explosives really packed a punch.

[B]OOC Okay, I realised I hadn?t given us much of a challenge for this mission, so here was have a crazy man wielding rather dangerous home made grenades. Have some fun, beat him up, and then throw him out. If we finish that before the 11th, then find something else entertaining to do. Character interaction/development anyone?[/B][/SIZE]

[Cambrian_Explosion]

[COLOR=DarkRed]One moment Daisuke was rushing to his sensei?s side to help him get an irate nutcase off of his chest, the next he was hurled backwards like a rag doll by one of the said nutcase?s grenades. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and the dust that rushed into his lungs to replace the air made him gag. Someone helped him to his feet. He thought he heard someone shout something, but the ringing in his ears made it hard to hear. Then the ringing receded, and he heard Imi?s voice. ?Shogo-sensei, are you alright?!?

?I?m fine, Imi-chan,? Shogo called through the dust.

Daisuke coughed on the dust, and added, ?Aside from the fact my ears were driven six feet into my skull, I?m fine too. Thanks for asking.?

He felt more than heard Imi chuckle in response. She still had an arm slung underneath his shoulders, supporting his weight. Daisuke was a bit glad she did, he still felt a little bit unsteady on his feet. As the subtler nuances of hearing returned to him, he heard the sounds of blows raining down on a tough leather breastplate. Then, after some sounds of scuffling and running, a third explosion sounded to their left. Daisuke wished the dust would hurry up and settle so he could see?

Imi gasped in surprise when she saw Daisuke smacking himself in the forehead repeatedly, punctuated by cries of ?Baka, baka, baka, baka.?

?What the hell?s gotten into you?? she demanded, wondering if he had somehow gotten a sip of sake while she wasn?t looking.

Instead of answering her question, he stepped away from her, and began making seals with his hands, ending with hands clasped and the middle and index fingers pointing up. ?Byakugan!? he announced. He quickly located the lunatic and Ginmaru, locked in combat, Ginmaru doing rather well with Drunken Boxing. Daisuke turned to Imi, who was surprised to see her comrade smiling under these conditions. ?Imi-chan, want to make our mad bomber cry??

Then she returned the smile, and replied, ?Lead the way.? With Daisuke in the lead, they quickly found the nutcase, who had managed to lob another grenade at Ginmaru. Ginmaru dodged it, but was still thrown by the shockwave. Shogo caught him in midair, and began checking to make sure his student was still alive. Daisuke and Imi converged on the man at a sprint, and several things happened at once. The man grabbed another grenade. Daisuke made a few quick seals, and suddenly a whole platoon of Daisukes were rushing him. It was a normal Bushin no Jutsu, but the man probably didn?t realize the clones couldn?t do any damage. In a panic, the man lobbed the grenade into the midst of the Daisuke clones. And Imi and Daisuke hit him from behind, swiping his sword and all but one of his remaining grenades, plus getting in their own licks, leaving him moaning on the ground.

Imi tossed the newly awakened Ginmaru the crudely made boken, which he surprisingly caught quite easily, and sank into a ready position. However, Daisuke noted with a smirk, he was holding the stupid thing by the blade. Apparently, ?wake the dead powder? couldn?t do anything for drunkenness. Daisuke gingerly handed the grenades he?d snatched from the nutcase to his sensei, and asked, ?Shogo-sensei, can we take out the trash??

Shogo looked at their eager faces, and chuckled. ?Knock yourselves out, kiddies.?[/COLOR]