Spiaggia's Quest: Raitaro is Missing! (Spiaggia)

[RAI INAZUMA]

It was a fairly normal morning in the Inazuma Family Dojo, everyone was awake, hustling about as they got everything ready for the day but one thing kept on making them pause. There was no sign of Raitaro. Now, they automatically drew their own conclusions, ranging in possibilities (from he spent all night playing video games and slept in to he transformed into an apeman and was still prowling the mountains of Japan) but upon realising he hadn't returned for breakfast, a worrying notion came to mind. Security was lax last night, surely no-one would dare? Rushing to the scene of the crime, the family soon found that Raitaro's bed had been slept in but with a minor struggle he'd been taken from it! Examining for clues, they found very few but the truth was obvious now. Someone had kidnapped Raitaro!

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Waking up in a dungeon is unpleasent at the best of times, wearing only a flimsy pair of shorts for sleeping in and some sandals was exceptionally nasty. The cool stone of the floor and the traditional stylings bemused him for a moment until Raitaro realised he was genuinely being held captive and, more importantly, he was being held captive in a legitimate old school Japanese castle. The 'Narrow Corridors' and 'Chanbara' type. He groaned, knocking his head against the wall, looking at the solid iron bars he didn't fancy his chances at an escape attempt. This was the point where he should by all rights be panicking, but he instead sighed and scratched his nose. The voice of his captors rang out from a shadowy patch beyond the bars
"Why are you not afraid?"
""I dunno, I haven't got a phobia of cages?"
"You are imprisoned... you could well die here as many Mafioso have" Raitaro grinned at this
"Doubt it."
"You didn't even designate a chain of succession, tell me, how do you expect Spiaggia to rally without their leader?"
Raitaro smiled again, knowing exactly what his answer was

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"Call the guardians" Denshichiro was flustered, panicking "Maybe they'll be able to find something we missed", Ayame did as he suggested and was on the phone in minutes while Shinnosuke swimply kept his dread down. He'd lost Saya to the Mafia world, he prayed he would not lose Raitaro too...

((OOC: OK! So while I'm on holiday until next Saturday (14th) this is where Raitaro is. Tied up in a dungeon. You guys get a week to go find him and tear sh*t up. Have fun))

[Shandou Iroka]

Iroka received the call and was surprised. Raitoro had been kidnapped? The new boss man was missing? That was just weird. I mean the old spiaggia had its troubles, but the leader, as far as he could remember, had never dissapeared or been kidnapped. He leapt and dashed across rooftops with agility beyond that of most humans and eventually arrived at the dojo. He did not enter through the door like most people, but through an open window. He seemed to be the first one here.

With only the briefest bit of conversation he entered the scene of the crime and stood at the doorway. This was the area where it was least likely he would find clues, nor would he damage clues. He focused and began to channel his cloud flames. He did not need his ring for this, but it aided in the ease of it. Tiny hairs extended from his head, invisible to the naked eye (unless you were REALLY good at seeing small things) and began to move over the room. He was looking for anything odd or unusual that could work as a clue. There had to be something.

He knew what was supposed to be in these rooms and extrapolated onto that what he expected to find in the average womanizers bedroom. It had been a while since he'd been here, but there were some things he didn't forget. He'd had a lot of fond memories at the dojo with Saya and the others.

To his surprise and joy he came across a small piece of material. He pulled it over to himself and looked at it closely. It seemed to have been torn off someone's clothing. It didn't seem like the type of thing Raitoro would wear, at least not from what he'd seen and heard and it wasn't a material you'd find in the inazuma dojo. He examined it for a moment. It was quite high class material, but it was an older style. So whoever had taken it could possibly be wearing older style clothing. It was not a lot to go on however.

]"I wonder where the others are." he said to himself as he continued to probe the room. Clues were difficult to come by, but he was sure that there had to be something. After a while he'd found some more odd items, but they didn't really paint a picture. All he could guess was that some wealthy people who were a bit eccentric had kidnapped him. That or that was what they were trying to appear as. The kidnappers had most likely come in through the window so he slowly walked across, probing as he did to make sure he hadn't missed anything and slowly opened the window. Perhaps there was something here he could find.

[Sheeka Rithan]

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[Rin Shirayama]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,350,true][STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;][/style][/classy][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: justify; font: normal 11px arial; line-height: 90%; padding-bottom: 10px] It was probably one of the few times that Rin hadn't had much to say, but as she paced the outskirts of the dojo, some of the lower ranks seemed to be rather weary of the Rain Gaurdian and with good reason. There was a look about the young woman that looked like she was ready to kill in the next split second, like a hurricane ready to break loose on the one's responsible for this fiasco and any unfortunate souls that happened to get in the way. Then again, if there was anyone Rin was mad at the most, it was herself. It was the Gaurdians' job to protect the boss and they'd screw up royally. Rai had been taken right out from under the noses when she'd been gone and now there was no telling what had happened to him. It didn't help that Feren's revelation about what had happened to Saya continued to play through her mind like a broken record. No, history would not repeat itself, even if she had to chase these bastards to hell and back, she was going to find her and take back her boss. Despite the anxiety and agitation, Rin was doing her best to keep calm. They couldn't afford the guardian's panicking now. As she moved along the outside of the Rai's room though, Rin spotted the tale-tail discoloration of the soil where the footsteps had been. Allowing her finger to graze the darkened soil, it was then that something hit her as she ground the dust between the tips of her fingers. It couldn't be, but if there was a chance... Snatching the phone from her belt, she hit one number and was immediately greeted by a familiar voice, though quickly pushed the matter aside in haste. "Voi! I don't have time to explain. I need to know the location of every large building within a days radius of Namimori that was built prior to one hundred years ago." Rin explained, though grimaced slightly at the answer. "I don't care, just get me the damn location and stop wasting time!" She snapped in order, though it didn't take long for a devilish smirk to cross her lips in anticipation. "I see. Thanks." With that, Rin snapped the phone shut and stuffed it back into her pocket. Making her way inside, she stopped at the door to Rai's room where Sheeka and Iroka were still snooping around for what few clues may have lingered to the identity of the thief. Although, truthfully, Rin cared little for a name that was about to be carved into someone's gravestone when she found them. "Voi, I might have a lead. However,...." Rin began seriously, though there was something more disconcerting about her words. "There's no way I can break in alone. I've got a plan, but I'm going to need some cooperation." She explained, though it was almost strange to hear Rin asked for help, no matter how dire the situation was. Either that, or the situation had simply become so grim that she had chosen to swallow her pride for once. "What do you say, Sheeka-san? Can you use that thing well enough to cover me?" She asked calmly, knowing how fond he was of his weapons and doubting he would have little qualms with trying out the new gun. Although, there would be very little room for error, especially given how dangerous the odds were if the enemy realized what they were planning to do. "What about you, Iroka-san?" She questioned seriously, though it seemed obvious enough. The two had never got off on the best foot and their views of the world couldn't be more different, but dire circumstances made for strange bed-fellows and Rin would need all the help she could get. "I'm not ordering you to follow me, but for Rai's sake, acknowledge that come hell or high water, even if it's the last thing I do, I intend to get Rai back and bury these bastards." Rin explained, managing to control her tone, despite the rage that seemed to churn beneath the surface. It was the closest thing to pleading the swordswoman had ever come to, but there was a sincerity to it that few heard very often. She couldn't stomach the thought of loosing someone else, not after her parents death and certainly not someone that she considered a friend. [/style][STYLE=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font: normal 11px arial; line-height: 90%; background-color: #000; color: #dedede]tags: The Spiaggia Family words: 731 notes: Finally~ Sorry for the wait, was sick. [/style]

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