Guard Duty Makes You Wrinkle So Be Sure To Use Baby Oil [Mission]

Age : 29 Posts : 3145

Mission Details:

Missions were the absolute worst, even if a girl was assigned to your team. Well, it was a definite plus and the only real thing Masaru was looking forward to, to be honest; the fellow male in his team, however, was another story entirely. The third wheel of this particular party. Whilst the youth certainly didn't apprecaite that, he couldn't help but feel pity for the 'other guy'. After all, many egos have been crushed in the presence of the 'smoking-womansier' - Murakami, Masaru. Add drops of alcohol to the mix, and you could look forward to even more crushing of personas and loud-mouths. If the personality was particularly strong, the Chunin always had a secret weapon - the cigarettes! Not many, could oppose the (literally) breath-taking black smog. And if they could, then bless them! They were worthy of his testosterone-filled company.

Masaru was already taking control of the situation. The weather today had been particularly hot - suffocatingly-so in fact - thus requiring the Chunin to take drastic action; of course, he wouldn't have chosen to do as he did, had a 'female' not been selected for his team. Yet of course, one had been and the youthful man was making most of the moment. In what was a bold move, the youth had removed the usually present black suit jacket and the navy blue tie; he unbuttoned the majority of his shirt, so that in turn, the majority of his muscular chest was showing. How naughty. In an absent, oblivious act, the youth swept his long black bangs away in a quick, smooth action uncovering the mysterious gray irises that had been hidden by the thick, messy hair. His eyes surveyed the currently calm and serene countryside surrounding his person; in fact, he was searching for the girl and the 'third wheel'.

Although some would deem this another testosterone-driven action, Masaru had also resorted to smoking almost as soon as he had arrived at the location where the mission would be soon taking place. A volcano. Fuck, was it a difficult journey to get to the very top where the feeble fence stood; although Masaru had been loyal to the tourist trail, it was still considerably difficult for him to climb the giant 'rock' - his clothes had not been making it easier either. Perhaps because of them - the thickly, layered garments which had covered his body and caused the skin's surface temperature to crescendo drastically - it had become a must, to take the layers off. This is why, as the Chunin casually sat on the very fence which he was supposed to guard, he didn't have his trademark jacket or tie on - both were put away, far to the side, were neither could be interacted with. The 'unbuttoning' was another matter entirely; it was an entirely purposeful action.

Unexpectedly, Masaru was the first on the scene. Although the highest in rank and the dubbed leader of this particular task, the Chunin found himself rather surprised at this turn out. It was horribly early after all, as the group was expected to arrive before the tourists did; by all standards, it was considered crazy to be awake at such an hour. Six o'clock. SIX!? He couldn't help but yawn loudly and unscrupulously. Where the hell was his team? Or rather, where the hell was that 'other guy'?! Masaru was fine with the girl being late, though if she was too late, the risk of him falling asleep or leaving, was imminent. So although he was willing to forgive her for such a little mistake - perhaps flashing her assets was a 'righteous' punishment - should she be too late, even he - a faithful man - would lose the source of inspiration he so badly needed, to be even remotely bothered about some idiots who don't understand the basic fucking concept of not falling into the boiling, ridiculously dangerous and hot - hot, hot, HOT! - volcano.

Age : 30 Posts : 1012

His very first mission. Munenori. wasn't used to being told to do things. He was the opposite of his nature to be honest. He did what he wanted to, when he wanted to. But to be commanded by another higher figure, and a male at that. It just made him feel like he was in the Hidden Rain again. He was only told minor details of the actual mission. He only knew the sex of his teammates as well as location. The time, he could care less about. He would of gotten up earlier if it wasn't for him getting used to this timezone. Ever since he first came here to this village, he's been looked at strangely for being Kaguya. Munenori didn't care what others thought of him. He learned to harness his feelings like that, but he will talk back to show he doesn't ignore it.

Stepping out of his little apartment, Munenori got hit by the heat. "Of all days. Let's just hope we get this done." He brought up his hands to his hair. Pulling it up into a pony tail slowly. This would make Munenori be happy about two things. One; It wouldn't be so hot on him, and two; If he did have to end up fighting, no one could grab his hair. His emerald eyes pierced into the horizon of the village. He wasn't on the move to impress someone, he just wanted to get this done so he could return back home to sleep. He hasn't met any other Kaguya in the village yet, which he didn't mind. What's so wrong with being the only one he knows of? Nothing. He pulled up his mask to cover the lower portion of his face. From the bridge of his nose, down. It wasn't a hard material, it was silicone. So it was easy to breath through.

He pulled the shoulders of his cut off black shirt that laid across his body. Trying to loosen it up from his sweat that already dripped off his body. He bent down, placing his left shin on the ground as he fixed his forehead protector on his right knee. Tilting it and pulling it tightly for the mission ahead. Standing up, he brushed his left shin off from the dirt that collected on his skin. He stretched for a moment. Leaning side to side, forward touching his toes. He needed to get his body limp, and just ready for anything that may happen. After a few seconds of making his body get ready for the task ahead, he headed towards his mission area.

Upon reaching it, he saw a man sitting on the fence. Munenori didn't care if he was late."Kaguya Munenori." He briefly said towards the man. He didn't like the overall look of him. Cigarette in mouth and just his over all look. Rolling his eyes, he blew a puff of air into his hair. Blowing the bangs from his eyes as he looked behind the fence at the volcano. "Guarding a volcano? Really? Who would be idiotic enough to try and jump over a fence into boiling magma?" Munenori was losing faith in this village. If someone was stupid enough to try to jump in the lava, Munenori would help push them in. Honestly, if it was even against the rules he would do it to prove a point. Walking near the fence, he placed his fingers through the holes, looking at all the signs covering the area.

The heat was nothing to play off of. Lava mixed with the already humid morning. That was not something Munenori expected. "Where is the girl? Did you take her somewhere and scare her off? Maybe it's that breath of yours. Actions?" He was trying to get on the nerve of this man on purpose. Munenori hated when he was under someone. So he was going to make it hell for the leader. Jumping up towards the top of the fence, He placed one leg on the other. Waiting for someone to cause trouble and the other member. Whoever, or whatever she might be.

Age : 37 Posts : 2201

So as much as she liked going on missions and being able to let her work lead to something good, then Kirima really disliked it when she was -assigned- to a mission. Just the thought of being ordered to do something she had no interest in doing, sent the girl fuming. So was it any wonder that she was stomping towards the destination where she was supposed to meet her 'team members'? Her hands were buried inside of her short's pockets, probably in order for her not to punch something or someone, and all the while as she was walking with an obvious grudge; Kirima was wondering how her 'team members' would be. According to the little info she had gotten on them, they were two males named Kaguya Munenori and Murakami Masaru. Neither names of which she was familiar to, but she did recognize the ability of the Kaguya clan and frankly was rather curious as to see that male's potentials. The other one, she had no idea about. All she really cared for though was that neither of them would get in her way or pretend to be some knight in shining armor. Or worse, a flirting jackass. But she didn't really have a big enough ego to convince herself of neither, as surely they would have better looking girls all over the place to flirt with; and then Kirima would be left alone.

Now usually she liked warm weather and the sun, but today was just like she had stepped through the scorching gates of Hell. Well, obviously that was mostly because she was also getting rather close to a freaking volcano. But still. It seemed that the sun had decided that today it was going to be roasting a few people, including the grumpy redhead that was glaring around her with a fierce gaze which made her blue orbs seem like two narrow slits. If anyone would even think about doing something against the rules today, like say cross the protecting fence to get a closer look at the volcano, then Kirima would most probably be the person that would push them in. And not regret it.

Groaning out, she fanned her hand in front of her face, grimacing slightly as she felt her white tank-top cling to her slightly moist skin, and a few wayward fiery red bangs of her hair were starting to stick a bit against her forehead and the back of her neck. She felt very happy about wearing shorts at this moment, and she also felt very happy to have left her leather jacket at home. But all in all, this was not something she was approving of. At all. Luckily, it didn't seem like her shirt was see-through, or so she honestly hoped, and besides if she would catch anyone staring it was a sure thing she'd pluck their eyes out.

She wasn't really -late late-, but fashionably late. Probably not enough to irritate anyone that was close to her own age, as she was sure both the other individuals were, but it might have been late enough to piss off any grown up that wanted to make a good example. Or whatever it was they were trying to do most of the time. As she came into view, she halted and looked over the two individuals she was supposed to work with on this wonderfully scorching day. First she looked over the guy that was probably their -leader-, as she noted that by first glance he seemed to be overly confident (and she also noticed a bit of a challenging posture from the other guy). And well her other clue might have been that she knew that the Kaguya had not been assigned as the team leader. And it was fairly easy to see that this guy, Murakami Masaru, was far from being a Kaguya. He had raven black hair and interestingly grey colored eyes. She rather liked that neutral color, as it was far from being obvious against his dark hair. Now as for the rest of his appearance, she noted that he was probably fairly tall even from his sitting position; probably tall enough to win her own 5'7". Which was a shame really, as she enjoyed it when she managed to be taller than the males around her. Gave a bit of a ... satisfactory feeling. His shirt was unbuttoned almost all the way down, but she barely even registered that with her gaze. Like she was purposely avoiding checking him out, because obviously she was not one of those love sick teenage girls. In fact, she tended to fight nail and tooth against that.

Then after that short inspection, her blue eyes traveled towards the other male, the one that was clearly the Kaguya as he had the traditionally white hair and from what she could tell he also had beautifully emerald green eyes. Now he also seemed like he was taller than herself, and the girl almost frowned. Damn it, were they both going to kill her fun? He was wearing a mask that hid some of his facial features, making her wonder if he had more scars to hide like the one that was marking over his right eye. Neither the mask nor the scar did anything to hide that he was to be considered very handsome, just like the other male, and Kirima's eyebrow almost twitched. Since she just -loved- working with spoiled pretty boys. Please please please let them have a brain inside of those pretty heads of theirs. Lastly she noted the clan's marking of the red dots above his eyebrows, before her gaze was dragged towards the black haired male again. Her gaze narrowing a bit at the cigarette, before she spoke out while her left hand was placed on her hip and the other went up into her messy hair for a slight ruffling while she let out a sigh without trying to mask her annoyance and irritation towards everyone and everything that day.

"Hanzoku Kirima here for duty, or whatever." Her petite nose wrinkled against the faint smell of smoke that was advancing slowly her way. "Let's hope that people wont choose this day to be complete retards, as I'm in no mood to deal with stupidity in this damn heat." There was really nothing she wanted more at this moment than a cold shower and a change of clothes, as she felt sticky and disgusting. And like most feline creatures, or part feline, she had always been very clean even if she did nothing to try and look 'cute'. "So, is there any particular place I should guard, or are we going to be simply walking around and glaring at anyone that has any thoughts of doing what they shouldn't do?" She looked to the side, and noted to her pleasure, that very few people were around.

Age : 29 Posts : 3145

The first 'teammate' to arrive on the scene was the fellow male. Even from a distance, the clear intent and the purposeful air about the man had Masaru convinced that he was one of the trio tasked with guarding this bloody place. And he was correct enough; the Chunin could always tell what men wanted or were after. In this case, and it was reasonable enough, that particular fellow was keen to finally arrive at the top or near-top of the volcano, to play king of the hill with the big boys. Or rather play with a big boy and a sweet, pure, innocent, beautiful little feline thing. Masaru would soon dub that description as best suiting for the third member of their little get-together.

The male member was a tall, white-haired individual - his bangs and locks were so long, that Masaru would have believed him to be a female, had he not tied them into a pony tail at some point in the unfortunately long journey up, or perhaps even before that. There was nothing wrong with a little femininity. His face seemed to be covered by what seemed to be a mask - what an idiot. His fashion sense was acceptable, though Masaru was jealous at the prospect of wearing a t-shirt and shorts himself. Hence, his fellow male's choice to adorn his body with such 'summer' clothes was not particularly positive in the Chunin's book. Had he done the same, Masaru wouldn't mind the intelligent dressing-choice at all. However as it stood - him being clad in fairly formal garments that unfortunately were not cut out for the heat - Masaru's dislike (which was already considered standard in case of the very majority of the male 'race') grew exponentially.

Upon arrival, the Chunin noticed two more details. The first, were the Clan markings - red tattoos - present upon the forehead area or there abouts; the man before him was a Kaguya, it seemed. The other, were the emerald eyes; jealousy, once again, was heavy in Masaru's heart. His own gray irises were starkly dull to those green gems. He hated how unique the other man seemed.

The teammate's attitude didn't help. Although at first, the comment in regards to the volcano hit home and had Masaru smile briefly and agree with a cheery remark of "That's what I thought", the conversation went seriously downhill from there. In what appeared as a challenge, the Kaguya asked where the 'girl of the group' was, and then suggested that Masaru had hurt her or somehow had scared her away; the negative comment aimed at his smoking, also struck a nerve. In response, the Chunin's eyes turned to and glared at the 'genin'. "Maybe it was your stupid mask, you wanker" his voice rung sharply, breaking the silence that had settled briefly after the Kaguya's spoke his mind. It had seemed at first as if Masaru wouldn't indulge with a response, yet he couldn't help himself nor was he willing to allow this nobody to slander his name or honour. It was thus a crude, but a sharp and deadly response. Without an interest for the other male, at least no further interest, Masaru's gaze turned to the figure that was coming into view now. He didn't even bother to check for a reaction.

The sexy figure appeared before them soon enough, her top soaked with sweat. HOT! Although she might have thought that it was still very capably hiding her assets, clearly, all the use for clothing was lost via the perverted power of the temperature. Masaru couldn't help himself and wolf whistled loudly, his previously painfully clear grimace (directed at the Kaguya) turning swiftly into a wide grin. This addition he approved of wholly.

Like a bullet, he was off the fence and strolling towards the girl, playing the role of a man so overconfident that it showed in everything he did, rather all too well; Masaru had dropped his cigarette, as he noted her clear look of disapproval at the drug. Without a hesitation or thought for courtesy (then again, what he was about to do was a sign of courtesy in itself) the man gently took hold of her hand and placed a tender kiss on its surface. "Ah mademoiselle, it is a pleasure to finally see you arrive. That 'imbecilé' was driving me mad" he spoke, his accent fashionably foreign, though of course, that was merely an act. Everything about the moment was exaggerated; he expected the girl to punch him at any moment - fiery redheads were the clear stereotype she seemed to be a part of. Clad in clothes that had once no doubt been respectable but were now stained and corrupted by her sweat, the girl was armed with a killer body and a strong, agile form. In fact, knowing that the other man was a Kaguya, Masaru found himself realizing that the trio were all Taijutsu-focused. That was an interesting observation; they were all individuals with unique traits, not at all similar, yet bound by a very strict art that dictated how a person should be and live.

His tone changed, as he replied to her comment regarding the mission they were assigned to. "Beats me" was what Masaru said, the words casually leaving his lips, without a hint of the elegant, foreign accent he had faked merely moments ago. "We can make an example of the Kaguya" he added. Was that a joke, or was Masaru serious? That seriously depended on what was to come.

Age : 30 Posts : 1012

Munenori had no emotion from the words that escaped the chuunin's lips. It didn't affect him at all. He is used to being bullied or talked about behind his back. This is just another day in the life of this Kaguya. Jumping off the fence, he watched as the man went about the female that arrived. Folding his arms, he pressed his back into the fence. Munenori didn't ignore the fact that the teammate was moderately attractive to him. But this is a mission. He had to take it seriously. As the man kissed the woman's hand, Munenori shook his head. "You need to pay attention the fact of our mission. Do not lollygag around and hit on everything that moves." Munenori couldn't believe he was put into this team with an Over dramatic-testosterone driven so called leader. If he knew this would of been the outcome, he would of not even came.

Hearing the remark about not knowing the mission details and picking on him made Munenori slightly giggle. Slowly he pulled down his mask, showing the scar that ran down his left cheek. That was the only thing to tarnish his face. Everything else was flawless. Walking towards the two, he placed his arms to his side. "You are the leader. Yet you know nothing of the mission? Do they give high ranks to total idiots? From where I come from. IF that did happen, the teammate killed the leader, and took control." Munenori was really meaning to get on this man's nerve. Even if it didn't succeed, it was the honest truth. Munenori had no problem killing a leader to prove a point. His eyes turned over towards the woman, now that he was closer.

The very first thing he noticed was her red hair. It was an odd color for him to see, since all he knows his white hair. He was sort of in awe of it. He did not expect such a color to fit a personality so well. She was fiery, blunt almost. Munenori didn't want to state it, but he did enjoy the little sass in her voice. Tilting his head, he bowed slightly as he introduced himself, unlike the brute beside him who made the moves on her. "Kaguya,Munenori. Just call em Mun." He said with his husky voice. It was a simple and to the point. He didn't do any of the movements towards the girl like the man did. Once he got a good look at her, he noticed her tan skin as well. It was something he never seen before as with her hair. He didn't make a movement obvious that he was intrigued by her skin. Not a flaw at all. She, considered by Mun was something that he only heard stories about.

He pulled up his mask, covering his nose again as he walked back over to the fence. Placing his back to it once again. His emerald eyes pierced back to the leader of the group, as he sighed slightly. "Did you not read the mission details when you were assigned this?" He looked around the area, noticing something. "I can give you a hint though, Lover boy. There is nothing here guarding the gates. what does that mean? We need to cover the area and make sure people don't become complete and utter fools that come near this. I want to get this done so I can get back to training." Mun didn't care if the leader did know what to do, he was just getting off topic.

Age : 37 Posts : 2201

In less than a heartbeat, the black haired male had made his way over to Kirima. And before she could do much more than utter a small 'huck' sound of surprise, and barely taken a step backwards while trying to process what was going on; He had taken her hand in his and placed a tender kiss upon it. He. Kissed. Her. Freaking. Hand. And of course, she had to turn red. Like, for a few short seconds (who felt like forever to the girl) her face was as red as her hair. ~~"Ah mademoiselle, it is a pleasure to finally see you arrive. That 'imbecilé' was driving me mad"~~ The twitching of her left eyebrow was very visible now, as the redhead wasn't even sure how to react for a moment there, while the blushing was leaving rapidly. Her rage was so obvious, that it would most probably be overly amusing for both the others. The girl literally looked like a pissed off cat that had just been dumped into a bathtub filled with water. Her fiery hair was almost sticking up in a comical way, while she clearly had to fight with everything she had against her own temper. All that was really missing was her hissing. Kirima had been warned time and time again not to attack her team members. Show respect. All that bullshit. But here she was, having her hand -drooled- on, while some damn playboy was trying to work his charm on her. "Mind if I get my hand back?" Her upper lip was drawn a bit back in a snarl, revealing some of her sharp and pearly white teeth. Her eyes were shooting blazes towards Masaru as she promptly pulled her hand towards herself and with a clear look of disgust, started to rub the imaginary saliva off against her clothing. At least he'd dropped the cigarette. "You don't know? Well that's certainly helpful." Kirima didn't comment on what he said about the other male, but she inwardly rolled her eyes. Because if they would start fighting; she wasn't sure if she would pull them apart, leave or murder them both. What a damn hassle this situation was turning into.

The Kaguya was responding, giving Kirima an excuse to stop glaring holes into Masaru while she nodded to the other ones words. This 'leader' of theirs should -really- chill out for a few minutes. No matter how handsome you were, if you invaded Kirima's personal bubble then you were in for it. And most probably earned yourself an enemy for life. Or at least until you managed to make amends. The Kaguya pulled down his mask, revealing that overly gorgeous face of his. Geez, Kirima felt a bit awkward by now. It was weird when you were surrounded by guys that were most probably within the ranks of the prettiest ones of the village. And then she was just .. herself. More than over shadowed by a couple of .. dudes. Great. It wasn't something she was used to do, putting herself down for her looks of all. But really, just who had decided to make her life a living Hell? As the Kaguya kept approaching, Kirima almost jumped a bit further back, sort of expecting another personal attack while he was on the move. But for the moment, it seemed that his only goal was to verbally abuse the player a bit. ~~"You are the leader. Yet you know nothing of the mission? Do they give high ranks to total idiots? From where I come from. IF that did happen, the teammate killed the leader, and took control."~~ Her head tilted to the side while she pictured herself and that white haired male overthrowing this Masaru.. and maybe nail his body up somewhere as a warning for those that were thinking about breaking the rules. Not bad.. not bad at all.

Upon his greeting, Kirima nodded towards him and felt very glad he didn't come too close. A very polite fella it would seem, or so she would have said if he wasn't already almost at the throat of their 'leader'. She sighed, feeling like this day was going to be the worst. "I sincerely hope I wont have to pull you off each other like rabid dogs." There was something so... irritatingly amusing when guys started this whole 'mine is bigger than yours' issue of theirs. And this was like a grand display of such a thing. And she was stuck in the middle of it. Flah. She wondered how to easily get away, and hopefully let her frustration out on a tourist that was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Deciding to move a bit closer to the gates in order to get a better view of the area they were supposed to be guarding, she walked past Masaru without so much as returning his greeting from before, or even acknowledging his name. But purposely bumped her shoulder hard against his while she passed him, and a venomous glance was cast his way for a split of a second. "Touch me again, and I'll make sure that you will be the first one to fall into that volcano buddy." The words were clipped, her voice was tense but loud enough for both the males to hear; just like she was doing her very best in order to -not- punch the living shit out of Masaru. Shame. It would have been nice to be able to say she'd get along well with the team leader. But thanks to her late forgiving nature along with the temper and awkwardness, and his player attitude, then that was not likely to happen. What she didn't need right now, was another reason for someone in the higher ranks to decide that she wasn't fit to be a part of mission. She really needed the experience, and thus had to make sure she would still be assigned to them. And that meant she wasn't allowed to maul any of her teammates and most certainly not her team leader. No matter how much that sucked.

The early birds of the tourists were already starting to slowly show up, not a great deal of number, but this meant they would have to start getting busy with watching out for any signs of rule breaking. And Kirima found that an excellent excuse to flee the presence of Pretty and Prettier over there, as she felt very overwhelmed. "Go figures I'd be put on a team with two male models." Her muttered voice was lost in the morning breeze while she turned and leaned her arms against the fence. She still couldn't believe she had blushed, but it seemed to happen every single freaking time she was caught off guard in any way. Damn social awkwardness!

Age : 30 Posts : 1012

It's been 2 weeks :/ Chris still haven't posted. What do we do? ]]

Age : 29 Posts : 3145

Masaru took one fall after another. Whilst the Kaguya idiot spoke freely, the girl sought to annoy the youth further with her obvious and painfully clear rejection of his person. Frankly, he was fully expectant of such happening, though that didn't mean he felt any better. Although the usual response centered around physical pain being dealt to his body following or followed by verbal abuse, this more pacifistic and near-diplomatic approach from Kirima was refreshing, if not surprising. The chunin had, after all, imagined her to be a hothead; unlike the white haired imbecile, whose mouth moved endlessly spitting out worthless babble that did not even register with the 'leader', she actually had a brain behind that flashy face and beauty of a body. Would you look at that. Indeed, what the Kaguya said was quickly deleted - wiped clean - in one ear and out the other. What Kirima said acted to stab and chip away at the man's pride - an arrogant and self-loving creature, which was unrivaled in its size and ability to get back on its feet untouched. So really, no damage was being done there.

The youth waved away the Kaguya, speaking to the girl, loudly enough for the fellow male to understand. He made it clear that to him, the other 'man' was as good as invisible or non-existent. "We'll work on a three-warning basis. Tell everyone in sight that they can't go past the fence. Should they remain persistent, remind them again" the chunin explained, his voice toneless and his attitude toward the mission blatantly lazy. He seemed oblivious to the importance and responsibility that such an official task bore; clearly, he wished to be as far away from the volcano as possible. "Then warn them that you will use force if they don't stop. And bam!" the youth enounciated the noise, emphasizing what was to happen next. For this section of his orders, he looked directly at the Kaguya, as if seeking to subtly threaten; to Masaru, the three-warning rule already existed between the two and 'Mun-chan' was edging closer and closer to breaking it. "Use force, basically." With that said, Masaru moved away from the group, seeking out a cigarette from the depth of his trouser pockets.

After finding the drug, he placed it gently among his tender lips, biting a little as he fumbled for the lighter. In what was a smooth flurry, the little metal object was brandished and fire erupted soon enough, finding comfort upon the surface of the rolling paper. The youth's face and his expression was masked by the smoke that discharged; the drug was smoldering happily and likewise, the chunin puffed away, mirroring the very sense of bliss the fire felt. He was absent-minded in his choosing of a direction in which to walk in; although the fence remained within a step or two's distance, Masaru found his eyes drifting eagerly to the young maid, rather than the tourists that appeared on the horizon. She really was something else.

Age : 30 Posts : 1012

ooc: sorry, i got busy with work xD.

Mun rolled his eyes at the commands that Masaru gave him. "Oh now you start acting like a leader." He said, rolling his shoulders against the fence. He tilted his head up slowly, placing his fingers through the holes of the fence as he pulled himself up, throwing himself to the top of the fence. The balls of his feet where barely on the fence as he squatted looking over the people. [color=blue]"It's just a mountain of fire. I don't see the point of coming here."[ /color] He said to himself. It was loud enough for the girl to hear, but just a whisper for the other male. Tilting his head left and right, he looked over at the people coming in and around the fence. Pulling on his mask around his nose, his emerald eyes peered down towards a little boy climbing the fence below him. Taking a deep breath, he sighed. "Hey! Hey kid!" He yelled shortly just so he can get his attention.

"HEY! YOU DON'T NEED TO CLIMB!" He started to yell with a roar. He didn't care if it was a kid, or an elderly person. He was going to do his job first. The boy just ignored Mun, and Kept climbing. At this point, Mun was more than aggravated. He clenched his fist as little bone spikes came off his knuckles. Gritting his teeth, he jumped off the fence, approached the boy from underneath as he tapped his back. "It's my last request kid. Get down before i make you get down." Pushing his white hair off his face, he wiped his forehead with his sleeve, forming a wet spot on the black shoulder string.

(sorry for the short post, just trying to get things started again.)

Age : 37 Posts : 2201

A three warning basis? Yeah she could work with that. And preferably only using the last option. While their team leader sought to get another cigarette from his pocket, Kirima was already walking a bit ahead along the fence. With a cat-like agility, she jumped up onto the fence and balanced herself while walking slowly along it while looking around for anyone that was in the area. Already she spotted 3 kids who seemed to be up to no good, as they ran ahead of their parents while giggling and shouting encouraging words to each other. Still they hadn't noticed the redheaded girl who was now perched upon the fence, watching them with unwavering eyes. Like a lioness on the prowl, watching the defenseless and clueless antelope advancing closer. "And just where do you think you are going?" The three boys, who were on the span of 6 - 8 years old, jumped up with startled sounds while they quickly spotted out whom was watching them. Just as Kirima had thought, they had made their way towards the fence just a bit to her side and were seemingly way too eager to start climbing it. Just what are their parents doing? With an irritated scowl, she scanned the area and surely enough noticed the grown-up idiots who were a bit further ahead, completely lost in each other's chatting while they most probably expected someone else to babysit their brats for them. And unfortunately for everybody, that 'someone else' who had gotten the role of keeping an eye on those kids, was Kirima.

"We are just walking. And so what?" The seemingly oldest boy puffed out his small chest, while clearly thinking he could defy anyone he wanted as long as his parents were around to make sure no stranger would whoop that spoiled butt. "Seems to me that you are almost onto the level of climbing, hmm?" Kirima let her feet dangled down from the fence, before dropping down onto the ground without making a sound. "Yeah well you were climbing also!" Touché brat, touché. "Well the difference between you and me, as that I have graduated from the ninja academy and I don't still have snot hanging from my nose." Their scowling faces turned a bit red, and for a moment Kirima actually thought to her amusement that they would start crying. But instead, it seemed like her words had sparked some sort of a rebellious flame within the kids, as they suddenly lunged up towards the fence and started climbing up on it like monkeys on drugs. "Hey! If you are interested in becoming roasted then do it on someone else's watch!" With a growl she sprung forward and grabbed onto the shirt of the one who had managed to climb the highest on the fence, and with her other arm she was defending against a stick that was flailed wildly at her by the oldest kid. Paaaatience... breeaathe..

"Wait a second! Don't you know it's dangerous to be here?! Ouch you sonuva-" As soon as the stick scratched her cheek, the girl saw red. Within a second, she had snatched that stick free and thrown it over the fence, before she moved with lightning speed and grabbed all three of the protesting brats. "If it were up to me, I'd let you dangle down from here and slowly become a roasted meal for rats!" Her muttering words were low enough to only reach the ears of the kids, as Kirima stomped towards the parents with two brats under her right arm and one under her left. "If you bite me, I will bite you back! Harder!" Her teeth snapped alarmingly after that threat, and it seemed like any biting intentions were put to halt. "You!" The redhead was upon the parents now, who all stared wide-eyed at what was going on. Dropping the kids to the ground, she still held onto the collars of their shirts while talking (more like yelling loudly enough for anyone near the volcano to hear).

"I just saved your kids from becoming a deep fried take-out meal so you better start looking more after them from now on! If I so much as see them looking at that fence over there, I swear to God...!" The threat was left hanging in the air, as she let go off the kids and pushed them towards their parents. "Wait a minute here young lady.." A woman about twice the size of Kirima shook her finger angrily towards the girl, but got silenced as Kirima held her palm outwards. "If you decide to have kids, at least have the decency to care enough about them to make sure they aren't in danger." That surely shut up the woman, and made all of them blush and look away. Yeah Kirima was sure they weren't bad people, but she disliked idiotic things like this. Not wanting to waste another minute there, she stomped off and brushed her hand against her tender cheek that had gotten scratched earlier. With an amused look she noticed the Kaguya in her team, where he seemed to also be battling with a kid. I do hope he doesn't intend to impale that brat, I'm pretty sure we wouldn't get anything paid then. Leaning against the fence, she watched as those she had just yelled at were scurrying away; clearly intending to get as fast away from her as possible. And there it was again, that small and almost unnoticeable feeling. Like someone was squeezing on her heart. She really missed her own parents every day, but never really noticed it as much as when these moments happened. When she was actually presented with a family, and even had to witness a flaw in it like today.

Sighing, she looked around again, and grumbled while rolling her eyes as she spotted an elderly man who seemed highly interested in what was going on at the other side of the fence. Waiting a bit, she watched him with one eye, as if to determine if he was actually going to go closer than allowed or not. And while waiting for that, she glanced at her team mates to see how they were doing.