- Mission Details:
Name: Hunt Missing Children
Rank: C-Rank
Participants: Sun Village
Type: Plot Mission (leads to future plot event)
Reward:
Solo: 20 EXP
Group: 25 EXP, 20 Ryo
Location: Sun Village
Details: For the past few months, in the Sun Village, young children having been going missing. It started with just a few here and there, but now it is becoming a real epidemic. The village has been put on high alert regarding these missing reports. You have been tasked with scouring the village for any clues or signs of these missing kids. Find tracks, clues, follow rumors, do what ever you can to get a lead on where these kids might be. (You can not find a missing child, just clues to one.)
Requirements: Solo must make a 600 word post.
Group- Each person must post at least twice, with a 1000 word count total.
Sojiro moved down the street as his thoughts wondered about the things happening in the village around him, unsure about which parts of the village he could trust and which he couldn't. The man had done his best to try and keep to himself and not go around sounding like a madman, but it was getting harder the more facts that he found. There was one place that he could always trust to take his mind away from the dreadful thing hanging on his head, a bakery run by a sweet old woman by the name of Mrs. Nash. It was her famous, secret menu item called the Scorpion Tail Casserole that had gotten Sojiro to call in love with the place, though the rest of her goods were unrivaled by far! The shinobi would move into 'Pastries with Pa-Nash' to be greeted by the smell of fresh goods assaulting his sensitive nose. It was his favorite thing to experience, the old woman behind the counter more than happy to see the young man!
What followed was just the usual exchange of small talk between the two of them, the old woman insisting that Sojiro sit down and enjoy some food that she had extra. While he was enjoying extra pieces of cookies and cakes, Mrs. Nash would explain that they were leftover from her Baker's Dozens that she made while cooking. Of course, Sojiro was proud of his ability to cook food but he wasn't much of a baker, so he didn't really know what the phrase had meant. The old woman humored him while drinking some tea, explaining to the young man that a baker's dozen usually refers to when they make a thirteenth pastry. This is so they can try their own product to see how it is, and see if it is good enough to go out and sell it to people. It made sense why Mrs. Nash never minded feeding Sojiro and his friends if they came by, she had extras for days and was more than happy to share. There was something about this sweet old lady that Sojiro couldn't get enough of. After another hour or so of casual chatting, the man would leave the bakery while eating one of the Baker's Dozen muffins that he had been given.
For a moment, Sojiro had been clear of the burdens of the village and he was enjoying himself. Of course, as he walked down the road and towards the slum, where his father's home was located at... That was when reality had struck him. There was a pit that formed in his stomach as he looked at a light post, at a piece of paper that was fluttering in the room. It hadn't been there when he walked by earlier and... Now it was. Sojiro swallowed the muffin in his mouth but let the rest of it fall from his hand, hitting the ground as he walked towards the paper, "A Baker's Dozen..." Sojiro would mutter underneath his breath as he looked at the poster for another missing child. This one didn't look any older than ten years old, with short blonde hair that curled around her chubby face. Blue eyes smiled back as Sojiro looked at the poster and there was suddenly an anger bubbling inside of his stomach. He would take the poster and put it in his pocket, he'd add it to the wall of others back at home. It was clear that he wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight, there was no way. How could they always be one step ahead of him? There had to be something he could do.
What followed was just the usual exchange of small talk between the two of them, the old woman insisting that Sojiro sit down and enjoy some food that she had extra. While he was enjoying extra pieces of cookies and cakes, Mrs. Nash would explain that they were leftover from her Baker's Dozens that she made while cooking. Of course, Sojiro was proud of his ability to cook food but he wasn't much of a baker, so he didn't really know what the phrase had meant. The old woman humored him while drinking some tea, explaining to the young man that a baker's dozen usually refers to when they make a thirteenth pastry. This is so they can try their own product to see how it is, and see if it is good enough to go out and sell it to people. It made sense why Mrs. Nash never minded feeding Sojiro and his friends if they came by, she had extras for days and was more than happy to share. There was something about this sweet old lady that Sojiro couldn't get enough of. After another hour or so of casual chatting, the man would leave the bakery while eating one of the Baker's Dozen muffins that he had been given.
For a moment, Sojiro had been clear of the burdens of the village and he was enjoying himself. Of course, as he walked down the road and towards the slum, where his father's home was located at... That was when reality had struck him. There was a pit that formed in his stomach as he looked at a light post, at a piece of paper that was fluttering in the room. It hadn't been there when he walked by earlier and... Now it was. Sojiro swallowed the muffin in his mouth but let the rest of it fall from his hand, hitting the ground as he walked towards the paper, "A Baker's Dozen..." Sojiro would mutter underneath his breath as he looked at the poster for another missing child. This one didn't look any older than ten years old, with short blonde hair that curled around her chubby face. Blue eyes smiled back as Sojiro looked at the poster and there was suddenly an anger bubbling inside of his stomach. He would take the poster and put it in his pocket, he'd add it to the wall of others back at home. It was clear that he wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight, there was no way. How could they always be one step ahead of him? There had to be something he could do.