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Post by Tsubasa Masumi on Aug 1, 2013 16:37:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] dear lucid, my time is right to dance away while the bullets fly you know they come so close, so close will you fight for your agenda or will you fight for air? Masumi was used to taking on missions where there was a reasonable amount of delay between receiving the assignment and leaving to complete it. With this one, however, time was imperative in catching up to the culprit that had fled with a wealthy family's golden jewelry - he had a head start, but not much of one, and the chunin would easily be able to catch up with him. The description she had gotten from the distraught lady of the house wasn't very, well, descriptive, but how many brown-haired green-eyed men would you find carrying around a pack full of stolen jewelry? Not many, of course.
Instead of traveling at a rather leisurely pace, as she would do if she didn't have a moving target, Masumi was practically flying down the road leading from Iwagakure in the hopes of covering ground quickly. She wasn't pushing her limits - there really wasn't need for that; her top speed far outpaced any civilian and most other chunin, but she didn't know exactly how far she had to go and didn't want to run the risk of tiring herself before she found the thief.
If she hadn't been on a mission, she would have really been able to enjoy the run. Her speed was her most prized skill, and running was one of her favorite activities - speeding past the blurred surroundings, finding the simplest joy in being fast. Running was one of the few things the chunin truly loved, and if anything ever happened to where she could no longer run, it would kill her.
But for now the chunin had to focus on the task at hand, searching for the thief, which, of course, sucked some of the joy out of her favorite activity. words: 300 | tags: --- | notes: one of five | credit: akemi of btn
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Post by Tsubasa Masumi on Aug 1, 2013 17:18:08 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] dear lucid, my time is right to dance away while the bullets fly you know they come so close, so close will you fight for your agenda or will you fight for air? Masumi reached a small, ramshackle town about an hour and a half after leaving Iwagakure. She stopped by briefly to ask the inhabitants if they had seen anyone acting suspicious, specifically a brown-haired man toting around a bunch of gold necklaces and a ruby amulet. None of the townspeople had anything useful to offer, which wasn't surprising; if the culprit was going to stop anywhere, it wouldn't be a place like this, where he'd be noticed near immediately because he would stick out like a sore thumb. It had been worthwhile to make the stop regardless, because someone could have seen him even if he hadn't stopped in the town and given her a better time frame to work with. Alas, this was not to be, and so she took to the road again.
She made stops like these at every town and village she came across, and only rarely did she get any information. Even less of that information was useful; she really, really had not needed to know that the thief spent half an hour in a restaurant bathroom, making loud noises the entire time. However, even that particular piece of information helped her put together a fairly accurate timeline and see about how fast he was traveling. If he was staying roughly on the same path and hadn't somehow increased his pace, she would be able to catch up with him in approximately forty-five minutes - assuming no delays on her end, and she was going to up her speed a little just to be on the safe side.
The road was clear, free of anything that might deter her, and there weren't even many people traveling; it was nearing darkness now, she realized, so she supposed that made sense. Hmm. Until now she hadn't really noticed how late it had gotten. words: 313 | tags: --- | notes: two of five | credit: akemi of btn
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Post by Tsubasa Masumi on Aug 1, 2013 17:29:06 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] dear lucid, my time is right to dance away while the bullets fly you know they come so close, so close will you fight for your agenda or will you fight for air? The robbery had taken place around two o'clock in the morning; the family had discovered the theft around ten o'clock in the morning; and she'd been assigned the mission around noon, and had left half an hour later. She'd really been on the road that long? It didn't seem like she had. But oh well, she was closing in on the target. Now was not the time to think about how the day had wasted away.
From the way he was traveling, she assumed he was not a shinobi - for if he was, he wasn't a very fast one. She knew genin that could run faster than this thief. Now, in some cases, assumptions like that could be very dangerous. But she truly did not believe the man was a shinobi; he would have been long gone by now if he was. And even if he happened to be a little more skilled than she anticipated, it wasn't going to pose a problem. She could handle any civilian, any genin, and most chunin, so unless this guy was a slow as molasses jonin, she wasn't going to have a hard time.
There, in the distance - she'd spotted him. He was unaware that she was there, and it was going to stay that way until she was practically on top of him - an easy feat to accomplish by upping her breakneck pace to her limit and - in an act of much effectiveness but little finesse - tackled him, sending them both tumbling off the road. He swore very loudly, and in his little rant, Masumi heard some particularly crude swears she'd never heard before.
"Quiet yourself, and perhaps I might be convinced to spare your life." Masumi told him, using a deceptively mellow tone. words: 302 | tags: --- | notes: three of five | credit: akemi of btn
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Post by Tsubasa Masumi on Aug 1, 2013 17:47:23 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] dear lucid, my time is right to dance away while the bullets fly you know they come so close, so close will you fight for your agenda or will you fight for air? At first, he didn't know how to react; he'd frozen and given her the terrified expression of cornered prey, prey that knew its life was coming to an end. Then he glared and began to struggle, trying to push the girl off of him. "I don't know what you want, you crazy bitch, but I don't have it!"
It actually took quite an effort to hold on to him. He was a big, burly man, and she was rather petite; even though she was much stronger than she looked, she still very nearly got shoved to the rocky ground. Sighing, she palmed a kunai and held the blade to his throat, which - as she had expected - stopped him right in his tracks. It was one thing to be threatened with death, and another thing entirely to have your death staring you in the face.
"On the contrary. I believe you do." she replied quietly, staring directly at him, which was kind of unnerving. He figured he should probably comply with whatever she wanted him to do. Little girl she might be, but a fucking scary one.
"What is it, then? You want all my cash? You can have it." he offered, though he'd seemed to come to the realization that she wasn't just some 'crazy bitch' mugging random people. "Come on. Tell me it's something like that."
"You know what I am after, but I will tell you anyway. The jewelry. The gold necklaces and ruby amulet you stole this past morning." Her tone was accusatory, and he flinched. "Tell me where they are."
"In my pack. They're in all the different pockets. I split 'em up." he told her. Eying the kunai nervously, the man asked, "Are you going to let me go?"
"You didn't hide any of it, or leave it with someone else?" He shook his head. "Tell me the truth, or I will kill you."
"It's all in the fucking pack, lady." he muttered. "Now, let me-" words: 341 | tags: --- | notes: four of five | credit: akemi of btn
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Post by Tsubasa Masumi on Aug 1, 2013 18:18:53 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] dear lucid, my time is right to dance away while the bullets fly you know they come so close, so close will you fight for your agenda or will you fight for air? He never got to finish his sentence. Satisfied that she had truth, the chunin slit his throat. The mission description had said she was allowed to deal with the thief in whatever manner she chose, and she had chosen his death, the one surefire way to make sure a thief never stole again.
She removed the pack from the corpse before dragging it as far away from the road as she could. There was a rather steep cliff on this side, and if she shoved him down into it, it could easily look like his death had been an accident - fell off the cliff, snapped his neck, and perhaps an animal would find the body before anyone else and maul him so the blood wasn't suspicious.
After quickly surveying her clothes to make sure she hadn't gotten covered in blood - there were a few spots on her shirt, but nothing that wouldn't come out - and brushed the dirt off herself before checking out the contents of the pack. The ruby amulet was on top, and she moved it to her pack before continuing to rifle through his things. She came up with all eight of the missing necklaces, which were placed by the amulet in her bag. She then tossed the pack off the cliff like she had the body; it tumbled down to lay next to the corpse.
Perhaps that wasn't the best way to dispose of a body, but it worked well enough, and it wasn't like she was going to get in any sort of trouble for it.
Now, it was back to Iwagakure, to return the stolen belongings to their rightful owners. The return trip to the village was going to take a while longer; she was planning on going at less of a breakneck pace. There was no need to rush, after all. words: 313 | tags: --- | notes: five of five | credit: akemi of btn
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