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sunshineverse2015-05-21 04:39 pm
abluntwind) wrote in sunshineverse2015-05-21 04:39 pm
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Rasa is dead, ring the bells and celebrate
Who: Temari and Rasa with mentions of Kankuro and Gaara.
When: April 30th to May 1.
Where: The Eastern stretch of desert between Suna and Alnokura.
Note: Ding dong Rasa and his guards are attacked.
The summons was received as all Daimyo missives were, with little pomp and a great deal of annoyance. In late April the Daimyo summoned Rasa to Alnokura before the first week of May was concluded. Schedules were shuffled and missions reassigned as Anbu did their due diligence to ensure the safety of the Kazekage on his journey.
The Kazekage even went so far as to select his own children as his guard for the trip. Each a jounin and the most well-known in their specialties. It was a sound selection to his mind. Show the Daimyo a united front from the ruling body of Suna for whatever cockamimie reason they needed to meet this time. Temari would fill easily the role of bodyguard, she’d been jounin the longest and had the most experience in general. Meanwhile, the boys would play rear guard, giving the illusion that he was travelling with only one bodyguard.
On the last day of April, Rasa and Temari headed out for Alnokura. For the middle of spring, the desert was already quite hot in the day. Warmer than the light heat of winter, but cooler still than the height of summer. Not that it kept sweat from beading along the hairline and the hem of clothing after a few hours of hard walking.
It wasn’t unusual for the desert to be quiet, especially at the height of the day, but as day gave way to evening and the pair reached the pre-arranged site for camp, Temari dug out her scroll to send instructions to her brothers. Keen eyes not missing the disapproving look from her father, but like most looks from him she ignored it. The lack of common night sounds could be nothing. Or maybe there was a surprise sandstorm on the horizon; all the same she’d rather they were prepared than not.
Carefully encoded and sealed were very simple instructions, “Be on your guard.” Satisfied she put the scroll away and picked lightly at the small evening meal. All the while tacitly avoiding eye contact with her father. They had little to talk about on the best of days, and her diplomatic assignments were progressing nicely and according to the schedule she’d already apprised the man of. When asked as much she responded to that effect. Details, for the moment were not something Rasa needed, especially since any minor snags she was encountering (and there was only one because very little could ever go completely smoothly without making her jumpy) would be easily remedied when they returned to Suna.
She’d keep watch until her brother’s caught up and then they would rotate for the remainder of the night before she and Rasa would break camp early in the morning. Not quite dawn but early enough to keep to their planned schedule.
All is quiet when they arrived, just as it had been during the day. She murmured a status report in hushed tones and gladly lay down on her small bedroll for the few hours sleep she was likely to get before her next shift. Assuming that Gaara didn’t flat out take over the entire thing because he couldn’t sleep typically.
Funny how all that had been mere hours ago.
As planned Temari had left with Rasa to continue the next leg a few hours after daybreak. They’d been making good time actually until what had appeared to be common mercenaries slid from the shadows of an outcropping. Not very threatening until two became seven or eight, which multiplied again after she dropped a couple.
And maybe it was strange but everything seemed to just explode from there. She’d done alright at first. Keeping them at bay and away from her Kage like she was supposed to. And then one of them must have slipped under the sweep of her fan or something because sounds of Rasa fighting echoed in her ears. She knew that was a failure on her part but so far the would-be ambushers hadn’t caused a great deal of damage or shown any real capability to be difficult beyond numbers.
Numbers they could handle between them. Numbers were only a problem if they had hidden reinforcements. That didn’t seem to be the case here, but there was a flash momentarily blinding her and when Temari could finally see well enough again it was clear that dodging out of the way was all she could do to keep from taking a sword to the chest, her balance off and her vision still a little spotty from the flash. She couldn’t be sure if the mercenaries had used a seal or they’d figured out some way to make things to explode without the aid of chakra. All the same the blinding light was having her re-evaluate just how capable they were, and she was sure Rasa was doing the same.
But first she needed to get this guy out of close quarters range. Snapping her giant fan closed she shifted its weight so that she could use it as a club, fending off sword strikes with the hardened outer edge. She dropped down under one of the swings, her fan coming up to smack him hard in the nose with a great deal of force. Another attacker came in from the side, likely thinking she was off-balance so low to the ground with her fan angled upward.
Rushing forward to capture her, Temari let the end of the fan drop and used her legs to push up vaults up over the jointed end, the fan coming up and opening in one smooth motion to send razor sharp gust of wind at the scuttling attack. Whirling around she sent a second toward the man whose nose she’d broken.
That brief streak of luck didn’t lack as even with two attackers incapacitated at the very least, though dead would be preferable. But the ambushers kept coming, and while she wasn’t unfamiliar with crowd control she’ was too far from her Kage, and he was the most important objective. A glance to check on Rasa shifted her attention and she felt a kunai slide into her thigh twisting painfully into her skin. Pulling back she summoned Kamatari and with hurried words sent the summon off to get her brothers, gaze already scanning for her father in order to regroup.
He was slumping though, weak in appearance, and that worried her. She hadn’t dealt with a great deal of the ambushers which meant the Kazekage had and that was problematic and worrying at the same time. In her haste to get to her father, Temari was snared with a rope around her ankles taking her down and she had to watch with an ambusher hovering over her as the remaining group closed in on Rasa.
By the time Gaara and Kankuro arrived there were only a few ambushers left taking their time cornering a bleeding Temari. Her fan was lying broken on the ground and without her primary weapon she was limited in ways of defense. Her chakra was already fairly low, and as well as bleeding from the various cuts she had gotten through the fight, her right arm was dislocated and hanging uselessly at her side.
She was just about to get fried by a bolt of lightning when a wall of sand rose between her and the jutsu, announcing her the arrival of her brothers. At first it looked like it would be just the usual wall of sand towering above her, and then a head formed at the top a familiar hairstyle appearing on the back of the head. The ambushers saw only the stern face of her mother as the lightning fizzled against the sand. She’d puzzle about that, but right at that moment the ground was looking a mighty nice place to collapse. The last of the ambushers were slaughtered by Kankuro and Gaara, and between them Rasa’s corpse and Temari’s injured body were brought back to the village for healing and, in the case of the corpse, preparation for burial.
When: April 30th to May 1.
Where: The Eastern stretch of desert between Suna and Alnokura.
Note: Ding dong Rasa and his guards are attacked.
The summons was received as all Daimyo missives were, with little pomp and a great deal of annoyance. In late April the Daimyo summoned Rasa to Alnokura before the first week of May was concluded. Schedules were shuffled and missions reassigned as Anbu did their due diligence to ensure the safety of the Kazekage on his journey.
The Kazekage even went so far as to select his own children as his guard for the trip. Each a jounin and the most well-known in their specialties. It was a sound selection to his mind. Show the Daimyo a united front from the ruling body of Suna for whatever cockamimie reason they needed to meet this time. Temari would fill easily the role of bodyguard, she’d been jounin the longest and had the most experience in general. Meanwhile, the boys would play rear guard, giving the illusion that he was travelling with only one bodyguard.
On the last day of April, Rasa and Temari headed out for Alnokura. For the middle of spring, the desert was already quite hot in the day. Warmer than the light heat of winter, but cooler still than the height of summer. Not that it kept sweat from beading along the hairline and the hem of clothing after a few hours of hard walking.
It wasn’t unusual for the desert to be quiet, especially at the height of the day, but as day gave way to evening and the pair reached the pre-arranged site for camp, Temari dug out her scroll to send instructions to her brothers. Keen eyes not missing the disapproving look from her father, but like most looks from him she ignored it. The lack of common night sounds could be nothing. Or maybe there was a surprise sandstorm on the horizon; all the same she’d rather they were prepared than not.
Carefully encoded and sealed were very simple instructions, “Be on your guard.” Satisfied she put the scroll away and picked lightly at the small evening meal. All the while tacitly avoiding eye contact with her father. They had little to talk about on the best of days, and her diplomatic assignments were progressing nicely and according to the schedule she’d already apprised the man of. When asked as much she responded to that effect. Details, for the moment were not something Rasa needed, especially since any minor snags she was encountering (and there was only one because very little could ever go completely smoothly without making her jumpy) would be easily remedied when they returned to Suna.
She’d keep watch until her brother’s caught up and then they would rotate for the remainder of the night before she and Rasa would break camp early in the morning. Not quite dawn but early enough to keep to their planned schedule.
All is quiet when they arrived, just as it had been during the day. She murmured a status report in hushed tones and gladly lay down on her small bedroll for the few hours sleep she was likely to get before her next shift. Assuming that Gaara didn’t flat out take over the entire thing because he couldn’t sleep typically.
Funny how all that had been mere hours ago.
As planned Temari had left with Rasa to continue the next leg a few hours after daybreak. They’d been making good time actually until what had appeared to be common mercenaries slid from the shadows of an outcropping. Not very threatening until two became seven or eight, which multiplied again after she dropped a couple.
And maybe it was strange but everything seemed to just explode from there. She’d done alright at first. Keeping them at bay and away from her Kage like she was supposed to. And then one of them must have slipped under the sweep of her fan or something because sounds of Rasa fighting echoed in her ears. She knew that was a failure on her part but so far the would-be ambushers hadn’t caused a great deal of damage or shown any real capability to be difficult beyond numbers.
Numbers they could handle between them. Numbers were only a problem if they had hidden reinforcements. That didn’t seem to be the case here, but there was a flash momentarily blinding her and when Temari could finally see well enough again it was clear that dodging out of the way was all she could do to keep from taking a sword to the chest, her balance off and her vision still a little spotty from the flash. She couldn’t be sure if the mercenaries had used a seal or they’d figured out some way to make things to explode without the aid of chakra. All the same the blinding light was having her re-evaluate just how capable they were, and she was sure Rasa was doing the same.
But first she needed to get this guy out of close quarters range. Snapping her giant fan closed she shifted its weight so that she could use it as a club, fending off sword strikes with the hardened outer edge. She dropped down under one of the swings, her fan coming up to smack him hard in the nose with a great deal of force. Another attacker came in from the side, likely thinking she was off-balance so low to the ground with her fan angled upward.
Rushing forward to capture her, Temari let the end of the fan drop and used her legs to push up vaults up over the jointed end, the fan coming up and opening in one smooth motion to send razor sharp gust of wind at the scuttling attack. Whirling around she sent a second toward the man whose nose she’d broken.
That brief streak of luck didn’t lack as even with two attackers incapacitated at the very least, though dead would be preferable. But the ambushers kept coming, and while she wasn’t unfamiliar with crowd control she’ was too far from her Kage, and he was the most important objective. A glance to check on Rasa shifted her attention and she felt a kunai slide into her thigh twisting painfully into her skin. Pulling back she summoned Kamatari and with hurried words sent the summon off to get her brothers, gaze already scanning for her father in order to regroup.
He was slumping though, weak in appearance, and that worried her. She hadn’t dealt with a great deal of the ambushers which meant the Kazekage had and that was problematic and worrying at the same time. In her haste to get to her father, Temari was snared with a rope around her ankles taking her down and she had to watch with an ambusher hovering over her as the remaining group closed in on Rasa.
By the time Gaara and Kankuro arrived there were only a few ambushers left taking their time cornering a bleeding Temari. Her fan was lying broken on the ground and without her primary weapon she was limited in ways of defense. Her chakra was already fairly low, and as well as bleeding from the various cuts she had gotten through the fight, her right arm was dislocated and hanging uselessly at her side.
She was just about to get fried by a bolt of lightning when a wall of sand rose between her and the jutsu, announcing her the arrival of her brothers. At first it looked like it would be just the usual wall of sand towering above her, and then a head formed at the top a familiar hairstyle appearing on the back of the head. The ambushers saw only the stern face of her mother as the lightning fizzled against the sand. She’d puzzle about that, but right at that moment the ground was looking a mighty nice place to collapse. The last of the ambushers were slaughtered by Kankuro and Gaara, and between them Rasa’s corpse and Temari’s injured body were brought back to the village for healing and, in the case of the corpse, preparation for burial.