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Vote'll probably close on Sunday, so there's still plenty of time, but I did want to put down a time-limit.
This is extremely anomalous. What kind of Special Jounin can outright disrespect a full Jounin?Zenzo stormed in carrying a large scroll and looking as if he had sprinted the whole way there. "I was in the shed, and what is going on here?"
It had been a half dozen minutes, and everything was as it had been before. Yumiko was sitting at a desk, and when she saw Zenzo she rose and sneered, "What is it, Zenzo? Shouldn't you be coordinating things with your civvie docs?"
Suspicion level rising. REALLY should investigate her next."I have done so, but I had asked you to help set up the beds and basic supplies for the field hospital. Instead it's a dump! If the attack came within the next hour or two, we wouldn't have anything set up at all."
"It won't come in two hours, and I had better things to do than haul around a bunch of boxes and beds into place," Yumiko said, "Orders have come down from on high."
What the fuck?"You could have just ordered one of the Genin…" Zenzo paused. He looked at her for a long moment and asked, "What orders?"
"We're going to be the jaws of a trap, lure them in. Was just about to send people scurrying to get the civvie ships out of harbor. When the time comes, we're gonna get them stuck in here, mines planted behind them, and just slaughter them."
"Whose orders?" Zenzo asked, though from the way he was biting his lip, he had seen the same thing Shizue had. If there was a traitor, these orders could be fake, or they could be real but the enemy knew all about them. This could be a mess.
"Council in general. Has their seal on it and everything."
"What level of encryption?"
Yumiko snorted, "Didn't have time for encryption, so they just sent it as is. Came with Yaramachi-san over there."
"No encryption," Zenzo said. He seemed beyond speech, as he just wildly gestured for a moment before groaning and glancing around the room. When his eyes lighted on Shizue, he finally said, "You! And...you and you," he pointed to Genta and Rika, "Come with me. I need your help setting up the field hospital."
Huh. Didn't even requisition a clean place for the hospice?"I didn't know…" Genta said, quietly, looking around the shed. Dozens of beds, not assembled, had been dumped around, there are boxes and crates full of supplies unopened, and the whole place looks as if it had been abandoned for months, rather than just recently deposited. "This is bad, isn't it?"
I'd hazard a guess that Yaramachi isn't going to get killed from this, seeing as he delivered the fishy orders...unless he set up the orders for maximum personal glory hounding. Might not be the traitor."I was going to suggest," Shizue said quietly, "That we deploy near Rika's father, a little way's back, so we can interfere then."
"If there IS an attack," Genta said, "They could win just by attacking the ships and ambushing Yaramachi if he's drawn out."
"And there'd be little we could do about it," Rika pointed out, frowning, eyes darting around as if there was a solution here.
"We'll find a way, but I need to keep on the watch. I can't give any orders," Zenzo said, unrolling the scroll and cutting his thumb before smearing the blood all over it. IVs appeared, sitting on the scroll, and then boxes of pills, sealing tags, medical equipment, more and more of it filling the room. "But for now…"
The three genin hurried to try to get the room ready on time, and that meant hours of tiring, annoying work. Yet at the end of it, a functioning field hospital had been set up, and luckily the attack had not come yet. The lights were now on, the beds prepped, and Zenzo stood there examining all of it.
Which was how they wound up drinking tea in a lovely living room while glancing out the windows every five minutes for the attack to come. There was only a single maid- the owner of the house (whose tastes apparently ran to the extravagant) seemed to have left. Apparently he has a small bunker out near some more internal farms, which was no doubt part of the reason why he'd left only a few servants to watch the place. And why most of those had run off, leaving only a single employee that Rika's father had to bully into letting them stay there.
Hurry up and wait. Something the military has to get used to, but ninjas not so often.At first, Shizue and her friends tried to talk about the situation, and yet soon they would find that there was a point of exhaustion. All they had was speculation, and they didn't want to air too much of said speculation in front of a woman who might blab it to the wrong person. And even what they did know couldn't be advanced much.
Super awkward. Odd that Genta's keeping mum on his training. New trick?It wasn't that long before they talked about minor matters, but Genta seemed closemouthed about his training, except that he was enjoying it, and Rika didn't want to talk about her father. Shizue didn't want to talk about her date with Okiie, and there was only so long Okiie could try to make jokes and quiz Genta on whether he'd found his elemental affinity or what it might be before even he ran out of anything to say.
In place of words, there was only silence, and nervous snippets of conversation were cut off for lack of anything to say.
Unless they weren't after the ships.Shizue hoped she was understanding the sounds right, because what it sounded like was the roar of engines just below the sound of the siren, then crashes, shouts, fighting.
She wondered what Island would do when it saw that most of the ships were gone. Turning around could have been an option, but if they were still fighting the ninja near the front, that would mean that they were stuck.
...Until she a shed?Outside, in the darkness, the streets were chaos. As they moved closer towards the harbor, the screams could be heard from fall off, the shouts and yells. Chills ran down Shizue's spine as she searched, desperately. Not too high. Being high up might protect them for a short time from enemy Genin, but ultimately, time wasn't on their side. The more time a fight took, the more likely reinforcements from one or both sides would come. It needed to be over fast, and so Shizue searched until she a shed on a very small patch of dirt that no doubt someone called their yard. She gestured, and Rika nodded as they hid just behind it. They'd have a view of the road at least, that was for sure.
Dammit Rika, Stinger's the tank, not you!Waiting. Watching. And when the time came, attacking with all they had. Shizue understood the principle. Depending on their foe, ambush might be the only chance to kill them before it bogged down into a battle that she and her friends couldn't win. When two Genin darted past, apparently not seeing out of the ordinary, the four of them struck.
There was time for only a few details. Both male, one short and muscular, the other with a thick pouch of kunai. Close combat and ranged, probably. All the detail needed. They'd planned for this: pick one target and kill them. Rika threw a spread of shuriken, leaping out of cover. They dodged in a shocked bout of instinct, but it's just the start, and Genta had an extra moment: his aim was far better, as was Stinger's, as it shot another kunai.
Two meaty thunks, two hits. Arm and belly. The first enemy genin gave a shout, poison coursing through him, as Okiie slammed a Water Shuriken into him, sending him stumbling back, bleeding heavily, but finally able to return the attack, throwing a kunai in a practiced motion. It buried itself in Rika's arm as Okiie reacted immediately, and flashed through the handseals for a Breakthrough.
This gave me some weird mental imagesA simple plan, knock them down, finish them off. The second Genin could have dodged, but instead he leapt for his teammate, sweeping both of them up. He crouched, prepared to just, just as the gust slammed into them. He tumbled, losing his grip on the first genin as they crashed into the ground, the first genin clamming against a sign post before he finally stopped.
Good teamwork on their part...which would have worked better if we actually had normal team numbers.Shizue's fingers danced as she prepares to send Stinger forward, but Rika acted faster, wrenching the kunai from her arm and leaping down at the second genin, slashing, trying to keep them off balance. Her slashes don't do much, but the other genin is forced to desperately parry blows, the silence of the street broken with the grunts and shouts of combat. Even in that desperate moment, he was protecting his comrade, Shizue realized, by trying to draw attacks.
Then let him, Shizue decided. Her heart was pounding, but her fingers were steady, and Stinger crossed the distance, stabbing and slashing, faster than it ever was before. A few hits get through the other genin's solid defense, but none of them sounded like they were fatal, for all that Shizue couldn't see much. But she could see how he rolled out of the way of yet another of Stinger's blows and rose, bitter smile on his face, to run through a few familiar handseals.
Ow.His own Breakthrough, powerful enough that Shizue could feel the distance even from a distance, slammed and cut into Rika, Genta, and Okiie, who hurled against the side of the house where Shizue sound with a miserable thud. Stinger still stood, his design and Shizue's protection keeping him steady, but even Shizue was off balance, shocked, and the first enemy genin took advantage of the moment of disorientation to attack Rika, slash after slash just barely held off. She's hurt, but she's fighting back with more skill than expected, and the enemy genin is just distracted enough that Okiie's desperate charge, kunai and hand, forces him to retreat, break from the attack rather than risk being caught unawares.
Pity that didn't connect.In the dark, Genin scuffle, and Shizue decided not to have Stinger join the fray. Rika, Okiie, and Genta at a distance...what they're forgetting is the second genin. Instead, Stinger darts forward, as fast as it can, interrupting handseals with a quick slash that forces them to defend themselves, knife to knife. Surprisingly, they hold, with only a few blows making it through, but they could only hold out so long, as long as Shizue could force them to fight close up, with no room for jutsu.
A team huh.With a shout, the first Genin collapsed, bleeding heavily, moaning and shifting, scrabbling for a kunai. Rika kicked it away and then stepped on his hand, eyes hard, sandal grinding in, as Genta darted forward, triumph in his face. And then shock. Shizue followed his gaze, as the second Genin let out a laugh of relief.
Three new arrivals were barreling down the street. They wore Island forehead protectors, and looked about as old as Shizue. The other thing that was obvious was that they were family. Same eyes, same hairstyle, even the girl, and same weapon. A pair of Kamas, the mark of some Island clan or another.*
Zenzo is a Special Jounin.This is extremely anomalous. What kind of Special Jounin can outright disrespect a full Jounin?
They haven't had it yet...
Ah, okay, durr, still paranoid, but not that paranoid anymore.
Zenzo stormed in carrying a large scroll and looking as if he had sprinted the whole way there. "I was in the shed, and what is going on here?"
It had been a half dozen minutes, and everything was as it had been before. Yumiko was sitting at a desk, and when she saw Zenzo she rose and sneered, "What is it, Zenzo? Shouldn't you be coordinating things with your civvie docs?"
"I have done so, but I had asked you to help set up the beds and basic supplies for the field hospital. Instead it's a dump! If the attack came within the next hour or two, we wouldn't have anything set up at all."
"It won't come in two hours, and I had better things to do than haul around a bunch of boxes and beds into place," Yumiko said, "Orders have come down from on high."
"You could have just ordered one of the Genin…" Zenzo paused. He looked at her for a long moment and asked, "What orders?"
"We're going to be the jaws of a trap, lure them in. Was just about to send people scurrying to get the civvie ships out of harbor. When the time comes, we're gonna get them stuck in here, mines planted behind them, and just slaughter them."
"Whose orders?" Zenzo asked, though from the way he was biting his lip, he had seen the same thing Shizue had. If there was a traitor, these orders could be fake, or they could be real but the enemy knew all about them. This could be a mess.
"What level of encryption?"
Yumiko snorted, "Didn't have time for encryption, so they just sent it as is. Came with Yaramachi-san over there."
"No encryption," Zenzo said. He seemed beyond speech, as he just wildly gestured for a moment before groaning and glancing around the room. When his eyes lighted on Shizue, he finally said, "You! And...you and you," he pointed to Genta and Rika, "Come with me. I need your help setting up the field hospital."
He swept out of the room, so fast that by the time Shizue could react, he was gone.
"I didn't know…" Genta said, quietly, looking around the shed. Dozens of beds, not assembled, had been dumped around, there are boxes and crates full of supplies unopened, and the whole place looks as if it had been abandoned for months, rather than just recently deposited. "This is bad, isn't it?"
"Yes," Zenzo said, "All of this is rotten. I'm going to need your help if we're going to salvage this. We have to assume this is going to go very wrong, but we need to do triage. Just," and here he took a breath, "One thing at a time. First off, we need to get this field hospital set up, because provided everyone's not dead, we're going to be drowning in wounded. Rika, you are to tell your father that any men he designates high value are to have secondary priority, so he should get together a list. People of tertiary value will be treated only after all primary and secondary subjects are. The civilian doctors will have to tend to them. You three, and Okiie as well, are to...well, it'd be best if you kept out of the first line, you know?"
"I was going to suggest," Shizue said quietly, "That we deploy near Rika's father, a little way's back, so we can interfere then."
"If there IS an attack," Genta said, "They could win just by attacking the ships and ambushing Yaramachi if he's drawn out."
"And there'd be little we could do about it," Rika pointed out, frowning, eyes darting around as if there was a solution here.
"We'll find a way, but I need to keep on the watch. I can't give any orders," Zenzo said, unrolling the scroll and cutting his thumb before smearing the blood all over it. IVs appeared, sitting on the scroll, and then boxes of pills, sealing tags, medical equipment, more and more of it filling the room. "But for now…"
The three genin hurried to try to get the room ready on time, and that meant hours of tiring, annoying work. Yet at the end of it, a functioning field hospital had been set up, and luckily the attack had not come yet. The lights were now on, the beds prepped, and Zenzo stood there examining all of it.
"Thank you for the work, kids. You should get going. How about that idea Shizue had had. I order you to follow that, feel free to take your other friend as well," Zenzo said, still looking around the room, "If we survive this, we will have a lot more data on how the traitor operates, and what sabotage they can bring upon us."
"No," Rika's dad said sternly, staying in the door, "I won't allow you to use my house as a base."
Rika stared at him, and after a moment his mustache twitched and, with a slight smile, he said, "My neighbor, on the other hand... my mansion is likely to be a target, second after the ships that are still clearing out, but still a target. My neighbor *will* agree to host you." He stretched out his arms, bending down, to give Rika a brief hug, "I didn't expect to see you again so soon...may we meet again before too long."
Which was how they wound up drinking tea in a lovely living room while glancing out the windows every five minutes for the attack to come. There was only a single maid- the owner of the house (whose tastes apparently ran to the extravagant) seemed to have left. Apparently he has a small bunker out near some more internal farms, which was no doubt part of the reason why he'd left only a few servants to watch the place. And why most of those had run off, leaving only a single employee that Rika's father had to bully into letting them stay there.
So the four Genin had their own personal servant, who prepared a very small meal for them, and plenty of tea, and no doubt if they'd asked for sake she would have brought it out too. She didn't seem the sort who was foolish enough to argue with ninja, it wasn't how one got ahead in life.
They couldn't see the harbor, but they could see the lights, and all of them had heard the plan. When the attack came, the lights would be turned off--there was even more reason now, when surprise was needed. For an hour, and then two, the lights stayed on, illuminating the night which slowly drifted into the early morning.
At first, Shizue and her friends tried to talk about the situation, and yet soon they would find that there was a point of exhaustion. All they had was speculation, and they didn't want to air too much of said speculation in front of a woman who might blab it to the wrong person. And even what they did know couldn't be advanced much.
The whole plan looked fishy, and yet they couldn't just bail on it, couldn't just run.
They were just Genin, and the traitor could easily be sending everyone there to their deaths. Shizue even briefly contemplated the possibility that the traitor had somehow caught on and would target Shizue and the others. And if it was Zenzo, they'd always been dead, and this morning would merely be when they learned about it, here on a battlefield where their deaths would be very easy to explain.
It wasn't that long before they talked about minor matters, but Genta seemed closemouthed about his training, except that he was enjoying it, and Rika didn't want to talk about her father. Shizue didn't want to talk about her date with Okiie, and there was only so long Okiie could try to make jokes and quiz Genta on whether he'd found his elemental affinity or what it might be before even he ran out of anything to say.
In place of words, there was only silence, and nervous snippets of conversation were cut off for lack of anything to say.
Yet it wasn't any sort of relief when the lights coming from the harbor flickered off. From that far off, all that could be done is listen, and wait. In the inky darkness, they would all have had to be far closer to see much. So they listened instead. Shouts, screams, but the sounds didn't get closer, not in the way they all hoped they wouldn't.
Shizue hoped she was understanding the sounds right, because what it sounded like was the roar of engines just below the sound of the siren, then crashes, shouts, fighting.
She wondered what Island would do when it saw that most of the ships were gone. Turning around could have been an option, but if they were still fighting the ninja near the front, that would mean that they were stuck.
A minute passed, then two, and then there was a flicker of light. A fire jutsu, or maybe lightning. Then the shouts grew closer. If they were going to move it had to be now, and, gathering their effects in a moment, they went out the door.
For all that they had decided little enough, they had a plan of action. They'd find a place to wait, and then ambush their foes if possible. The element of surprise could come in handy, and with Rika's knowledge of the town and Shizue's skill at hiding, hopefully they could remain unseen long enough to strike.
Outside, in the darkness, the streets were chaos. As they moved closer towards the harbor, the screams could be heard from fall off, the shouts and yells. Chills ran down Shizue's spine as she searched, desperately. Not too high. Being high up might protect them for a short time from enemy Genin, but ultimately, time wasn't on their side. The more time a fight took, the more likely reinforcements from one or both sides would come. It needed to be over fast, and so Shizue searched until she a shed on a very small patch of dirt that no doubt someone called their yard. She gestured, and Rika nodded as they hid just behind it. They'd have a view of the road at least, that was for sure.
Waiting. Watching. And when the time came, attacking with all they had. Shizue understood the principle. Depending on their foe, ambush might be the only chance to kill them before it bogged down into a battle that she and her friends couldn't win. When two Genin darted past, apparently not seeing out of the ordinary, the four of them struck.
There was time for only a few details. Both male, one short and muscular, the other with a thick pouch of kunai. Close combat and ranged, probably. All the detail needed. They'd planned for this: pick one target and kill them
Rika threw a spread of shuriken, leaping out of cover. They dodged in a shocked bout of instinct, but it's just the start, and Genta had an extra moment: his aim was far better, as was Stinger's, as it shot another kunai.
Two meaty thunks, two hits. Arm and belly. The first enemy genin gave a shout, poison coursing through him
as Okiie slammed a Water Shuriken into him, sending him stumbling back, bleeding heavily, but finally able to return the attack, throwing a kunai in a practiced motion. It buried itself in Rika's arm as Okiie reacted immediately, and flashed through the handseals for a Breakthrough.
A simple plan, knock them down, finish them off. The second Genin could have dodged, but instead he leapt for his teammate, sweeping both of them up. He crouched, prepared to just, just as the gust slammed into them. He tumbled, losing his grip on the first genin as they crashed into the ground, the first genin clamming against a sign post before he finally stopped.
Shizue's fingers danced as she prepares to send Stinger forward, but Rika acted faster, wrenching the kunai from her arm and leaping down at the second genin, slashing, trying to keep them off balance. Her slashes don't do much, but the other genin is forced to desperately parry blows, the silence of the street broken with the grunts and shouts of combat. Even in that desperate moment, he was protecting his comrade, Shizue realized, by trying to draw attacks
Then let him, Shizue decided. Her heart was pounding, but her fingers were steady, and Stinger crossed the distance, stabbing and slashing, faster than it ever was before. A few hits get through the other genin's solid defense, but none of them sounded like they were fatal, for all that Shizue couldn't see much. But she could see how he rolled out of the way of yet another of Stinger's blows and rose, bitter smile on his face, to run through a few familiar handseals.
His own Breakthrough, powerful enough that Shizue could feel the distance even from a distance, slammed and cut into Rika, Genta, and Okiie, who hurled against the side of the house where Shizue sound with a miserable thud. Stinger still stood, his design and Shizue's protection keeping him steady, but even Shizue was off balance, shocked
and the first enemy genin took advantage of the moment of disorientation to attack Rika, slash after slash just barely held off. She's hurt, but she's fighting back with more skill than expected, and the enemy genin is just distracted enough that Okiie's desperate charge, kunai and hand, forces him to retreat, break from the attack rather than risk being caught unawares.
In the dark, Genin scuffle, and Shizue decided not to have Stinger join the fray. Rika, Okiie, and Genta at a distance...what they're forgetting is the second genin. Instead, Stinger darts forward, as fast as it can, interrupting handseals with a quick slash that forces them to defend themselves, knife to knife. Surprisingly, they hold, with only a few blows making it through, but they could only hold out so long, as long as Shizue could force them to fight close up, with no room for jutsu
With a shout, the first Genin collapsed, bleeding heavily, moaning and shifting, scrabbling for a kunai. Rika kicked it away and then stepped on his hand, eyes hard, sandal grinding in, as Genta darted forward, triumph in his face. And then shock. Shizue followed his gaze, as the second Genin let out a laugh of relief.
Three new arrivals were barreling down the street. They wore Island forehead protectors, and looked about as old as Shizue. The other thing that was obvious was that they were family. Same eyes, same hairstyle, even the girl, and same weapon. A pair of Kamas, the mark of some Island clan or another.*
"Hiroto-san," one of the boys shouts, "Are you okay?"
Hiroto leaped backwards away from Stinger. "I am now, Minato-kun. Ding ding, round two," he said, his voice bitter as he surveyed the four of them, "Kill the fuckers who hurt Ryota-san."
So, now here's a pickle. It's currently four on four. Hiroto is currently moderately injured, about as badly injured as Rika. Everyone else here is either at full health (the three Clansman, Shizue) or at least higher than that (our other heroes). What does Shizue do? Choose one.
[] Fight.
-[] Time to use Dizzy Spell, give everyone on her team a leg up.
-[] Go after the fresh enemy Genin, try to force them to engage with the creepy puppet.
-[] TARGET ACQUIRED. IDENTITY: "Hirota-san". GOAL: E L I M I N A T E
-[] Have Rika drop a smokescreen before they hightail it, or try to.
--[] North, back towards Rika's father's house. On the other hand, it could lure them into attacking the very people Shizue wants to protect, and there could be a chance of running into enemies, but at least it's away from the main fighting, right?
--[] South, back towards the harbor. This would mean potentially going right back towards the worst fighting, but it could also mean linking back up with allies. And the red, just on the horizon...is that fire?
-[] Finish off the downed enemy Genin first...if left there he might live to fight another day.
*) If you took Provincial, I'd give an infodump on the history of the clan. But, alas.
Two things to point out. The first is the I aprove of the tactic, killing one of them immidiately would make this fight so much easier.
The second and perhaps more important thing is that they are not wounded. They reach this far without fighting someone else. Is the first line spreaded too thinz or were they already defeated and they fell back? Or maybe we are closer to the battle than we expected.
Should we be worried this is yet another team that has not seen any fighting yet?
Actually, quite wrong.RUTHLESS and also quite right. I want to think he would be finished too if we choose fighting?
...
Incidentally, the fate of the entire Quest hinges on the next few dice rolls.
I don't think this is the end. Shizue has some solid DETERMINATION. And no path traveled with sufficient DETERMINATION ends badly. Ever.
Yipe. Well...at least it will be full of epic! That's a nice consolation, right?Okay, I have officially finished with the rolling for the fight. Tomorrow, I will begin to write...
...7 pages of rolls.
Just finished reading this quest up until now and then I saw this. NowI'mjusthopingeveryonedoesn'tdie.Okay, I have officially finished with the rolling for the fight. Tomorrow, I will begin to write...
...7 pages of rolls.
Just finished reading this quest up until now and then I saw this. NowI'mjusthopingeveryonedoesn'tdie.
That just proves dreams don't make sense, damnit (that, and that other people apparently die in dreams that don't seem to be nightmares. Bah).
As long as it doesn't wind up shorter by dint of "your friend is now a head shorter"
The Laurent, I'm sorry to inform you that you are THE CHOSEN ONE. The prophetic dreams have begun. Beware the hamburger, and shun the cerise ketchup. You know not the affairs you have stumbled upon. Beware...Well, I just died in a dream of mine. Do I count? Still alive, though.
Shot by some crazed wacko. Rather anticlimatic, I'd hoped I'd convinced them not to do it by my youth and how bad it'd look, so he was like 'Oh, okay' and then he walked around the corner. Then he popped out behind it, you know, like 'NOT!' and started firing.
There were puffs of smoke or something, and stuff, then I died. Also there was a cult leader and my mother also on the couch. We'd just finished eating burgers.