Hunting for eggs

Ryuko was laying in her bed still half asleep. Currently she was wearing nothing but a simple white nightgown and her hair was disheveled from sleeping the last seven or so hours. She was awake now, well sort of anyway but she couldn’t quite work up the will to get up out of bed and start dressing herself, but at the same time she’d slept long enough that she couldn’t get back to sleep either even if she wanted too.

With a heavy sigh she covered her eyes with the back of her hand. It was unusual for her to be so lackadaisical but lately she’d been in a bit of a rut. After her traitor of a sensai had vanished the squad she was supposed to be apart of had fallen to pieces and without them it was hard to work up the will to continue getting up in the morning.

It wasn’t hard to see why a rift had formed. Natsuru had been injured during the last mission and had been recovering and Shimiko’s brother had died leaving her a wreck emotionally to the point she’d been hospitalized.

Ryuko blamed herself, she should have been their more for them but instead had been so side tracked with her medical training and crafting that she’d barely seen either of them and only found out that something had happened to Shimiko weeks after the fact when she’d gone looking for someone to go on missions with her. She had some nerve on her to be calling herself their friend in this situation. Some friend she was.

Allowing herself to continue to wallow in despair like this wasn’t going to accomplish anything. At the very least she should go see Shimiko in the hospital. After all she was a fully trained medical ninja now. Maybe not the best in the village but if there was anything she could do to help her friend get back on her feet then she ought to be doing that instead.

Suddenly she felt a lump by her right leg that hadn’t been their before. Startled her eyes shot open and she lifted the covered to find a strange red colored egg with pink stripes had appeared out of seemingly nowhere.

Her mind raced as she tried to think of possible explanations from where it had come from. A genjutsu? No why would anyone bother making her think she was seeing an egg. Her eyes widened in shock and horror as an other possibility came to mind…. Could she have laid it in her sleep?

But wait hadn’t they told her at the convent that children where born when two people who loved each other a lot held hands and really wished for it to happen? She didn’t think humans laid eggs, at least normally but then again she was a vestal. Technically speaking that meant she was married to her god Hakkin while she was in his service. Could this be possibly be a blessing from him?

“Oh great platinum dragon swimming in the sea of stars, please grant thee thy servant a measure of your wisdom.” she intoned a prayer reverently hoping for a vision to give her guidance. Suddenly she had a flash of inspiration. There where more of these eggs, and her god wanted her to find them.

But as soon as the flash started, it also ended giving her little idea of where to begin looking. Perhaps if she communed with her god on a deeper level he could point her in the right direction. There was several ways to get in touch with her spiritual side as it where. She could preform an elaborate ceremony but that would take lots of time, and she had a feeling she didn’t have much before the eggs would vanish.

Another method involved intimacy but since Ryuko was lacking a partner in that department so that wasn’t an option since she was about just grab someone off the street to get kissy face with. So instead she’d have to settle on a simpler option, alcohol consummation. Booze was one of the best mediums on earth for a medium to get in touch with their spiritual side short of some very race hallucinogenic herbs.

“Praise Hakkin.” Ryuko uttered as she bowed in reverence. Finally after languishing in idleness for so long she finally had a purpose for herself, a holy mission to fulfill.  She didn’t really know why her god wanted her to collect these eggs, but who was she to question him.  If he wanted her to do something it had to be important, simple as that.

Picking up the egg that was laying on her bed Ryuko carried it over to her desk and placed in on the fanciest pillow she had.  It was a gift from her god after all so it had to be treated with the appropriate reverence.   She was sure it would be important down the line if she took good care of it. Perhaps it’d even hatch into a baby dragon for her to look after.

Taking a brush she quickly tided her hair then gave her lip a slight bite as she considered what to wear.  Her usual shrine maiden outfit was good for her general duties.  It was high class enough to be worn while tending to the Nariko but flexible enough to be useful in combat, but she wasn’t sure it was the best option to go for while on a search and retrieval expedition.  

Luckily she had just the right outfit for the occasion.   Padding over to her walk in closet which was large enough to be a full sized room in and of itself she was met by a maid sitting in a chair by the entrance.  The maid upon seeing her stood up and gave her a polite curtsy which Ryuko returned with a warm smile.  Her servants where like family to her and she dearly treasured them.  

Ryuko explained what she needed at which the maid gave a mirthful giggle seemingly pleased by her masters good mood.  It had been a long while since they’d broken out one of the more exotic outfits in her collection and it’d make for a good change of pace.  

The maid disappeared into a row of clothing and Ryuko could hear rumming from the back for a few minutes before the maid reappeared carrying the desired outfit as well as a second egg, this one with much more simplified colors then the first, a puzzled look on her face from finding such an odd object in an unexpected place.  

“Curiouser and Curiouser.” muttered Ryuko who was wondering if their was a rhyme or reason for the eggs appearing where they where. With only two samples so far it was too early to make any conjectures or for a pattern to emerge.    There was only a sense that the less decorated and fancy the egg was the less crucial it would be.    She had a feeling there where lots of plain ones about but her god wanted her to find the special and rare ones since they would contribute more to his cause.

Being a noble Ryuko wasn’t usually allowed to dress by herself.  Her maid helped her slip out of her nightgown but she was well used to such things and didn’t find it the least bit embarrassing as long as it was just amoung girls.  If a man happened to stumble in while she was changing she’d assuredly beat the ever living shit out of him with extreme prejudice.

It took a few minutes to get dressed. First her maid slipped on her white silk underwear and bra and then finally the fancy necklace Natsuru had given her, the greatest treasure she owned truly a jewel worthy of it’s the name ‘amulate of kings.’

The rest of the outfit looked like something out of a noir novel. A beige deerstalker cloth hat with a light brown dress, fishnets and black boots covered by a darker brown trench coat. On her face a simple monocle with a silver rim that doubled as a magnifying glass and in her right hand she held a small pipe, though instead of Tobacco it was loaded with a blow bubble solution.

It was the perfect ensemble for a womon on the hunt for clues that she had imported from overseas. Sherlock himself would be proud of her. If only she had her own Watson to accompany her. Sadly she’d be going to areas that where no place for a maid so she’d have to go alone for now.

“It seemed like it was a bright and sunny day, but looks could be deceiving as storm clouds brewed in the sky. Not unusual, given the country. My case had gone cold so I headed towards my favorite dive, hoping to catch a lead.” Ryuko spoke out loud as she left her house making he way from the nicer areas of town towards the market place until she came upon what passed for the seedier part of town.

“They say that if you walk down the right back alley, you can find anything. Unfortunately for me all I’d find waiting for me was a low rent bar. Where the wine runs cheap and the people run cheaper.” she narrated as she passed the large red banner advertising the bar at the ally entrance way and made her way to the front door.

Unlike the first time she’d been here this time there was a large bouncer in a beat up looking tuxedo who grunted in annoyance at the sight of her. “You again Toots? You’re too young to be at this place, I thought I told you to scram.” he said, his voice rough and horse as he did his best to sound intimidating.

“Ach komm schon.” exclaimed Ryuko in announce. Nariko was supposed to have made an exception for her so had this guy not gotten the memo? She would have thought prehaps the change in outfit meant he hadn’t recognized her if not for the fact his words gave away the fact he knew perfectly damn well who she was.

“Don’t you know who I am?” She asked her voice dripping with annoyance. She hated to play that card but desperate times called for desperate measures. “tis is I Ryuko Shizu Von Rose. Vestal to the third Raikage Nariko herself.” She explained. Given how widely practiced her religion was in this country and how famous her family was the average person would surely step aside for her. But it seemed this man wasn’t quite average.

“Von what? I don’t know what a Vestal is and I don’t care. The law says no children allowed and until the third herself tells me otherwise I ain’t about to make no exceptions. Now get going before I have to make you” said the bouncer with a low growl as he cracked his knuckles threateningly.

Standing at over 6 feet and weighting over 250 pounds with rippling muscles the man had arms that where almost as thick as tree trunks with legs to match and towered over the much younger and smaller and yet she didn’t seem frightened in the slightest.

The bar might serve shinobi only that didn’t mean the emploies themselves where all ninja. she could tell the bouncer himself wasn’t on, just someone tough looking they’d hired to scare normal civilians and underage gennin away. If she’d been an E-rank fresh out of the academy it might have worked, but considering she was actually C-ranked she knew he didn’t stand a ghost of chance against her.

Still she was a vestal which meant she didn’t want to solve all of her problems with violence. As satisfying as punching him out might be it wouldn’t exactly be very wise, not to mention causing a ruckus here could put the ninja inside the bar on alert which was the last thing she wanted. Should she cast a genjutsu on him perhaps? No it’d probably be better to save her energy for the actual egg hunting.

She had a few ideas about how to increase her odds of finding them. One was creating a shadow clone but just the act of making one would burn half her chakra which would limit how much she could use her clear mind technique to increase her perception. She’d need it to bring her perception in line with her other stats so she could go full speed without overlooking anything.

In fact this was a perfect training opportunity for her to raise her natural perception up so that it was in line with the rest of her body. If she could see as fast as she could move she wouldn’t need to burn chakra for her eyes to keep up and when she did boost it it’d be raised to an even better level.

“Take it easy gov. Haven’t you heard? The Third is making kumo great again and that includes allowing gennin to drink!” said Ryuko adopting her best impression of a cocknee accent as she held up her hands in a mock surrender gesture and took a step back to give the man room so he wouldn’t think she was trying to crowd him.

But the bouncer wasn’t buying it and took a step towards her in an attempt to place a hand on her shoulder so that he could escort her out of the alleyway.  The man might not be able to beat her in the brains or agility department but he was strong enough to give her trouble if he actually managed to grab her.  

Well at least she’d tried to talk her way out of it first rather then going straight for the proverbial  jugular as it where.  If she was going to be met with force then she would respond back with force.  Darting under his hand she closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. Before the man could react her fist dug into his gut with surprising force.

The man started at her, his face conveying his disbelief that this could be happening before he started to topple over.  Ryuko reached out a hand grabbing him by the collar of his shirt just before his face collided with the hard pavement.  Bad enough she’d had to knock him out cold like this but the last thing the poor guy needed was a concussion.

Now it was time to make an entrance. Walking over to the door dragging the bouncer behind her she could hear the loud music coming from inside. Music that came to a sudden halt she she gave the door a stiff kick opening it with a loud bang.  

Ryuko could feel the burning gaze of the men inside as she casually picked up the bouncer and dropped him on the nearest unoccupied table as if he was just a very large sack of potatoes.  But being that they where off both off duty none of them really wanted to bother dealing with her and simply went back to their drinks once they realized she wasn’t really here to cause trouble.

The music resumed as Ryuko sauntered over to the barkeeper and slipped onto one of the barstools.  Considering how hard this place had been for her to get into prehaps one of the eggs she was looking for was here. On a whim she activated her clear mind technique boosting her perception and glanced around the room hoping she would spot something out of the ordinary.

“Your order miss?” asked the bartender, a kindly looking old gentleman with a full white beard who seemed completely nonplussed at the rough treatment of one of his employees.  Ryuko took a second to think about what sort of booze a detective might order.   Her first impulse was to order a martini shaken no stirred but somehow that felt like she was getting the wrong genre.

“Whisky, on the rocks.” she said figuring it was better to go with something simple rather then try and have them whip up some random cocktail.  She knew just enough about booze to know how quickly a good drink could turn bad when you didn’t know what you where ordering.

*searching for eggs
Perception D to C
3 chakra for Clear mind upkeep
77/80 chakra remaining

As Ryuko requested the drink the bar tender fetched a lowball glass from the cupboard, grabbed a pair of tongs, opened the ice box to retrieve two clear ice cubes and set them in the glass before presenting the empty cup before Ryuko. With the same sense of urgency she turned his back grabbing a bottle of middle shelf whisky, this particular brand being commonly known to be served in well-stocked establishments and well known among the drinking community for its quality, and reasonable pricing. He'd pull the cork off and tip the neck of the bottle letting the deep amber liquor cascade from the lip and onto the glass's base. As the whisky filled the glass the notable crackling was heard as the ice adjusted to the room temperature liquor. What was left was a short glass filled with two ounces of sweet, fiery oak rapidly chilling and diluting as the ice cubes began to do their work. Whisky was a standard for good tastes, and could be enjoyed alone or with food.

As the eye-grabbing display came to an end, the bar keep spoke. "That will be seven-hundred ryo, ma'am." Before Ryuko could speak a charming, baritone voice mused from her flank. "I'll take care of that, don't worry. And give me the same, will ya, Takama?" The man extended a stack of two thousand ryo, covering both of their drinks and a tip. The man was rather young. He was not much older eighteen. He seemed like a natural charmer, dressed well and fashionable. The bar keep gave a tender smile, knowing the man's intentions. He cashed out the fare in the register, though as the drawer opened Ryuko would catch three colorful eggs. A yellow egg, a pink egg, and a blue egg with pink stripes. They were resting in the coin space within the register drawer. Though she would only catch a glimpse of that before it closed. Her attention would be grabbed directly by the young stud, who invited himself next to her. "It's not often you see a girl with such a mature taste. You caught me by surprise there with your drink." The man let out a warming chuckle before raising his glass to his lips. "Miyabi Fujisaki, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." After his greeting the man would tilt his glass back taking a sip of his drink.

Ryuko was mildly impressed as the bartender put on a little show of serving the whisky. Apparently serving a drink could be more then just about what was put it it. Being that she was underage and only drank for religious reasons she didn’t have much experience procuring alcohol for herself so this performance was something of a first for her.

She’d never actually had whisky before either and almost jumped from her seat from the unexpected sound of the ice cracking. Hoping nobody had noticed how nervous she was she opened her mouth to thank the bartender as he slid the shot glass her way only to be cut off as a stranger interrupted saying that he would pay for her drink.

She was so shocked by the gesture the that she nearly failed to catch the glass. What was this… what was the opposite of dame again? What was this dude doing? Why on earth would he want to pay for her drink? She wasn’t exactly what you’d call fitly rich like her father but it wasn’t like she couldn’t cover it.

Outside of her family Ryuko had almost no experience with man within her own relative age range. She couldn’t even begin to guess at his intentions and felt somewhat weary but not overly so given Nariko’s advice that not all of them where lunatics and that she should try and get to know some.

The man was older then her, but not by such a large margin as to be too intimidating to talk with, and the fact that he was well dressed and groomed went a long way. She just had to keep calm and try not to totally spill her spaghetti and everything would be fine.

Then there was her other problem to consider. The barkeeper had some of the eggs she was searching for in his cash drawer, but how the heck was she going to get him to give them to her without making it look like she was trying to rob him?

Taking a sip of her drink to clam her nerves, Ryuko could feel her throat burn lightly as the liquid slid down it. It was a little heavier then she was used to, but thankfully was sweet enough that it wouldn’t be a problem. She hadn’t been given much, but then again her objective here wasn’t to get wasted, rather just tipsy enough to make it easier to commune with her god.

“My name is Rose, Ryuko Rose at your service. I’m a…” She paused a split second. Should she really be introducing herself as a detective after he’d just called her mature? Wouldn’t he think she was being childish for going around role playing at her age?

“I’m just taking a short break from my mission actually.” she said as she resumed her introduction deciding to wing it a bit . “There’s been a rash of strange colored eggs appearing all over town out of nowhere. Just like the ones we just saw in the cash drawer.” She said gesturing with her free hand towards the register.

“I’ve been tasked with investigating and collecting them.” At this she gave the bartender a kind smile as if to say his cooperation in handing them over to her would be appreciated. “I’m particularly interest in finding any with a metallic sheen. It’s the only type I’m lacking a sample of. You wouldn’t have happened to see anything like that around, would you Fujisaki-senpai?” she asked sweetly hoping that as her senior he'd have a lead for her.

The young man maintained a good eye contact with Ryuko presenting a convincing attachment to what she had to say. He nodded and acted upon his part. "Colorful eggs, you say? I can say I've seen some on my way here. In fact, those you just saw in the register are mine. I work here with my father, Takama." Drawing a cigarette from his shirt's front pocket he placed one in his mouth fixing its position using his lips and teeth to get it centered before offering one to the girl. If she rejected, Miyabi would simply place the pack back in his coat pocket and light his using a zippo. If she accepted he would light hers first before his, then following to store his things back where they were. He would take a slow, deep, drag of the cigarette. His throat and lungs burned from the inhale, though being somewhat used to smoking he tolerated it even holding the smoke in for a brief moment before exhaling in a cloud up in the air. As the nicotine surged through his body he felt relaxed, body heavy and head light. Coupled with the whisky his nerves were calmer than ever.

"I give you those eggs if you want...though you have to do something for me." Extending his free hand he set it on top of Ryuko's empty hand, his supple palm resting on her hand and thumb stroking the back of it. "I want to spend the night with you. We can have a few drinks, head up stairs, have fun, and by dawn I can retrieve the eggs you want from the drawer and you'll be on your way. That's all I ask of you. What do you say?" It could not be argued that the man was very charismatic and charming, almost as if he has had lots of practice with talking smoothly. He had no nervousness and his words flowed like gravy. He would take another dram of his whisky glass washing down his words and the taste of smoke from his mouth. Pressed the cigarette against the ash tray he pressed out the ember leaving what would be half of what was remaining standing at a canted angle.

This dude named Miyabi was full of surprises. Not only had he seen some eggs already but apparently the ones she’d seen in the cash register belonged to him, not the bartender like she’d been assuming. But the even bigger surprise was that the two of them where related.

“Wait he’s your dad?” She said unable to conceal her astonishment, mainly because it seemed so odd for to her to see a child be on a first name basis with their parent. “Working the family business together huh… must be nice.” she said sounding wistful. The closest thing she’d come to that was being used as a mascot of sorts during meetings which let her dad get a sweeter deal and shop her around to potential suitors at the same time.

When he took out a cigarette and popped it into his mouth before offering her one, Ryuko politely declined with a look of mild displeasure on her face. Smoking was a flithly habit and try as she might she couldn’t completely hide her disgust from showing. She was tempted to launch into a lecture, but considering she was trying to get information out of him, decided giving him the business about how bad they where for you wasn’t worth putting him off.

Miyabi went on to say that he could give her the eggs if she wanted. Though for the sounds of it he wasn’t exactly going to be giving them to her for free. She wondered what he could want from her, but was willing to play along for now as long as what he was asking for was reasonable.

When he took his hand and placed it on top of her own, Ryuko’s face turned a deep shade of crimson red and she reflexively pulled away out of embarrassment. For someone who regularly got touchy freely with her friends she wasn’t quite sure how to feel about being touched like this by a stranger. Attempting to holding hands in public when they had just met was being incredibly forward and it was making her heart beat a mile a minute from a mix of nervousness and excitement.

All he wanted for the eggs was to spend the night with her? That almost sounded too good to be true. There had to be some kind of hidden catch, but what was it? “Fun you say? Like paying games?” she asked innocently. “I’ll have you know I’m pretty good at chess.” she said naming the most sophisticated sounding game she could think off

Miyabi chuckled warmly at her naivety. He couldn't help but find her persona as adorable. "No, silly." He said, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "I mean to make love." He washed down his words again with another dram of whisky, inevitably finishing off what he had left in his glass. He set the glass down and stared at the bottles along the wall of the bar. "It's innocent in nature. You don't have to acknowledge me and see me as someone any different. And I'll tell you what. If you do this for me, I can show you where to find a Silver egg. Or I think it was platinum. Certainly within that color scheme. I can give you what you want and more, if you just do this for me. It's a win-win, yeah?" Although Ryuko had her suspicions about him, there was an odd sense of trust she could not precisely put her finger on about the man. He was honest and telling the truth regarding his part of the deal, even so much as to believing the location of a silver or potentially platinum egg.

Ryuko felt herself feeling more then a little confused and uneasy at Miyabi’s words. She felt like he was telling the truth about where to find a rare egg but it was the rest of what he was saying that she found more then a little off putting.

He wanted them to make love? But how was love made in the first place? She didn’t really know much but that it was something special, something sacred. The fact he said she wouldn’t have to see him as any different for it felt off. Like it was too detached for it to be called something like love in the first place.

He was saying it was innocent in nature but why where her instincts screaming at her that it was anything but? Taking another sip of her drink she racked her head trying to think of what to do. She was a priestess for Hakkin’s sake, there where certain rules she had to abide by. She had the sense that if she went along with what he wanted she’d be breaking the most important of them.

“Fujisaki-senpai, I know that I don’t seem like it right now with the way I’m dressed but I am a Vestal of Hakkin.” She explained with a kind but gentle smile. The Detective outfit she was wearing was extremely conservative compared to the other ones they had at the costume store she had gotten it from, but it still wasn’t her shine maiden outfit which made her identifiable on the spot as someone you generally wouldn’t want to flirt with if you valued your life.

“As such I have taken a vow of chastity so that I might better devote myself to my studies. Breaking such a vow would have…… rather severe consequences for the both of us.” She explained the latter bit in the gravest of tones she could muster.

“As punishment for violating my oath I would be buried alive. Tis needless to say your fate would not be any kinder. Did you know that the paramour of a guilty Vestal is usually whipped to death in the village square?” she asked her face completely straight.

What she was telling him was actually the punishment Vestals would face in another land, another time overseas, but it wasn’t entirely off from the truth. If anything the punishment for messing with her would be even steeper in reality since Dragon’s where not known to take kindly to people tampering with their treasure. Death would be entirely too merciful.

“There’s nothing I could do to save myself but perhaps if I begged enough I could convince the Raikage to spare your life since I am her assistant after all. Thought I’m afraid she’d still have to castrate you afterwards.” Ryuko said as she finished her drink and placed it down on the table with a loud clink.

Her smile which had started out so sweet had turned cold. It was now so maligned that it was almost like a poisonous flower blooming in all its glory. The kind of smile that would send chills down the spine if you imagined the kind of malice that could be bubbling under the expression. A malice that wasn’t being projected externally to the surface, but kept very subtle underneath. An unspoken threat not to fuck with her which was a little more literal then usual in this case.

“Besides which even if I didn’t have a vow I don’t have that much time to spare. I did say this was just a quick break from a mission didn’t I? A mission I should be getting back to if you could just please tell me to find the rare egg already.” she said as she went to stand up.

“Your assistance in this matter would be most appreciated.” she said her voice returning to it’s usual warm manner as she held her hand out towards the register signaling to the bartender to hand the eggs inside over to her.

“Of course you might be tempted to leave me empty handed since I just turned you down, but I don’t imagine the Raikage would be very happy to hear about your refusal to aid in an official operation….” she said, a hint of sternness to her voice. Not that this really was an official mission, but the fact she was Nariko’s assistant was true enough and she wasn’t afraid to leverage that for her own befit when it suited her.

“And just in case that isn’t incentive enough, how do you think she would feel if she where to discover the fact that you where soliciting a minor? Just because I’m now legally allowed to drink doesn’t mean I can consent you dolt. However I’d be willing to overlook your offense just this once if you tell me where the rare egg is….” she offered as a bone chilling smile came back to her face that promised if he lied to her their would be hell to pay.

Ryuko might be naive, but she certainly wasn’t stupid. She was usually a very nice girl but because she was so nice that made her all the more dangerous if you got on her bad side. Right now she was on a quest given to her directly by her god, and wasn’t in the mood to be toyed with.

The man had been on thin ice dealing with her to start with given her innate uneasiness with that gender. But he had crossed the line, and thought she didn’t quite fully understand, she knew he had tried to take something important away from her which was why she wasn’t hesitating in the slightest to threaten him in return.

Miyabi was almost taken away by the first thing she said. This talk about being a vestal of some God he didn't even know of. As Ryuko went off his posture was almost defensive leaning back in a slight recline. She rambled on about her religion and whatever obscure forms of punishment they executed by "sinning" which was ironic considering they were in a bar. As far as Miyabi knew, drinking alcohol was a sin. Her rant spiraled into punishment from the Raikage and mentioning she was a minor. His eyes lit up in astonishment as he interrupted her. "Wait wait wait hold up....you're a minor?" Miyabi removed Ryuko's cap. It was to his surprise to hear this news. The uniform made Ryuko seem more official than she did. Her reverence to the Raikage made sense, too. "Well, you could've had me by surprise. It's just not often I see underage people running around my tavern. Generally the bouncer takes care of that...'' He said, passing quick glance over to the unconscious door guard. "But I guess he won't be bouncing anyone anytime soon."

Taking a deep, sincere sigh Miyabi lifted his head towards the ceiling. "Well, no more putting it off I suppose." He said, standing up from his stool and heading behind the counter. Pressing a few buttons forced the register to open up. There the three eggs sat in their slots. "They hold little value to me. It's not often you see naturally colored eggs scattered about town. I picked a few of them on my way here and kept them in the register. I had a feeling they had value to someone special...and here you are." He said passing a charming grin to the vestal. He palmed all three of the colored eggs and handed them to Ryuko. "I presume you want the silver egg as well?" Reaching into his coat pocket he revealed what was actually a pure silver egg having a decent market value on its own, but a spiritual value to it as well. Something that made the egg not worth pawning off.

"And there you have it. Four eggs. That's all I have to offer you." Pushing the register shut the sound of change ringing and the drawer locking assured the register was locked firmly. "I hope you don't take this misunderstanding too serious. In exchange for taking my eggs, I just hope you don't become a stranger here and are willing to put this behind us. We will always value you business and presence, Vestal Ryuko." He would pass the young girl one final smile, this one weaker than the others before taking over the counter as bar tender. It was the perfect end to a bizarre situation. Miyabi resumed being the charismatic host as usual while Takuma retired for the night. Ryuko was left with a bounty of colorful and metallic eggs before her, a mission well done.


Miyabi Fujisaki
Strength: A
Constitution: A
Stamina: B
Speed: B
Coordination: A
Intelligence: B
Perception: B

The second Ryuko mentioned she was a minor Miyabi’s tone changed so fast it nearly made her head spin.  Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.  It was enough to make her feel kind of bad for blackmailing him as he obediently handed over the eggs from the register.

To tell the truth she’d been bluffing a bit about the whole minor thing.  She didn’t actually know what the age of consent was set at and had simply assumed that since she couldn’t drink without special permission from the Raikage that meant other adult things would logically speaking be off limits as well.

Here she was ruining somebodies day and costing someone else their job and for what? A small handful of brightly colored eggs?  But this was what her god had wanted her to do so she supposed he knew best in the end.  Surely a set back for the now former bouncer today would lead to a brighter future tomorrow.

“Yes please.” she said as Miyabi asked her if she wanted the last egg before handing it over to here. This is it, this was what Hakkin had wanted her to find for him.  She could tell it was special just looking at it.  

If left here it would have likely faded away or been left to rot in somebodies basement in obscurity, but in her hands she could ensure it would get the reverence it deserved.   She would take it to the local church of Hakkin and build a shrine for it there so it could be displayed for all to see.

“Many thanks senpai.  This deed shall not go unrewarded, May the blessings of good fortune and prosperity be upon you.” she said relevantly.  She was going to have to make sure to put in a good word with Nariko about this place.

“Tell you what, next time the whiskey’s on me.” she said as way of replay confriming that she would be back again before leaving.  As she made her way home she whistled as she skipped along the road, happy as a clam from completing her mission. Boy was she going to have a story to tell Natsuru at the party.

[exit]