So... the rumours are true.
The small boat Migoya had borrowed slowly drifted towards the large masses of islands that was, well were, the lands of Water. Once known as a tropical oasis, beautiful and used as a holiday getaway, it now glistened white and the howls of the wind bit deeply through Migoya's thick white overcoat. He remembered many years ago Kiri-nin coming to Konoha for trade, their capability and skills regarded highly amongst even the arrogant Leaf nin. He remembered treating one of them - a Haku - who was suffering from a nasty rash, mostly caused by the unwise decision to jump into a hot pool. The memory brought a smile to Migoya's face, hidden behind the thick scarf.
His red gaze scanned the landscape, looking for any indicators of where he needed to go. Stories spoke of the hidden village being inside the volcano, and that there were caverns and the like that one had to traverse in order to find the entrance. The small villages here however were abandoned, their inhabitants long gone with anything of worth. No, he needed to press onwards to find what he was looking for.
Normally he would have preferred to travel under the cover of darkness, but the weather here was… completely unusual. Travelling towards the volcano actually seemed to cause the freezing temperatures to plummet even further, and despite the fact that he was an immortal being even he felt the cold.
Sheesh. This place isn’t half god's-cursed. Why the hells would you want to set up shop here?
Migoya kept moving forward as his companion crept up onto his shoulder, the little wooden puppet looking thoroughly miserable.
“What do you mean God's-cursed. We survived the worlds tree… how is this different?”
Well, for one the tree had spirits that were ‘trapped’. The ones here seem… frozen. Stuck. Like, not wanting to go anywhere.
Migoya looked over to his friend, his face showing a measure of perplexion.
“Frozen? Is this one of your jokes... “
Nope. And no I’m not going to sing a rendition of let it go either. Nah - they are just wondering around, doing the same old things. Though - they are coming from over there so maybe thats where your village thing is.
It always concerned Migoya that he could not see part of the world, being ‘spiritual’ in nature. The spirit tree had shaken him to the core and he did not want to relive that type of experience again. Still, if there was a place that his family could bunker down, this strange outer region would be great to act as a bulwark.
The pair ventured for some time, the bitter cold biting at them and quickly letting them feel unwanted - this was not a place for anyone. They walked past villagers, travellers, merchants - each frozen in place as if struck immediately by some sort of ice attack.
Soon, they reached what they could only guess was the Gates of Kirigakure - a series of caverns that led into the volcano proper. Walking across the threshold Migoya noted some of the guards still at their posts, and stopped reflexively. Something drew him to this place, as if part of him was left here long ago, in a different time. He absent-mindley touched the ground in a certain place, as if remembering great loss.
Um… its creepy here. Can we hurry up.
Migoya nodded, regaining his feet and pressing forward. Navigation through the volcano was rendered easier now that the guards were frozen in place. Most looked like they hadn't expected the deep freeze, but every now and then a face full of terror would appear - people who had obviously been trying to escape this… well, whatever this was. There were also fresh footprints in the snow… someone had just been through here recently. He would need to be on guard.
The caverns soon gave way to the village proper. Nestled in the crater of the apparently extinct volcano, Kirigakure was once one of the prime villages for shinobi. Powerful, wealthy, and full of ancient traditions. Full of life. Now… it was an icy wasteland. Towers rose through the snow, buildings stood encased in white along with the population… a population encased in ice. It was terrifying.
Migoya breathed inwards at the site, a measure of fear penetrating his hearts. Even Mikki was quiet - clearly he was moved by something more than what Migoya could see.
It was clear - this was not the place for his family to move.
“Mikki… this place. We cannot linger. The cold… it is not normal.”
Well dir stupid. All the spirits here are wandering around and screaming. This place… we shouldn't be here.
“I know… but we need… we need to record this. We need intel - something.”
Mikki would have rolled his eyes if he had any. Stupid Migoya - always sticking his nose in where it was not wanted. The puppet watched as Migoya pulled out a camera - some old thing that when he spoke to it was rather snobby.
Well. That tower over there looks important. How about I meet you there? There's some creepy radio signal thing that's telling us that is cold here and that darkness comes soon. Pretty cool. I'm gunna check that out.
Migoya nodded, his mind focused on recording this place just in case others wanted to come here. A warning.
He continued to walk down into the village proper, the cold increasing as was the unnerving feeling he was being watched, and not by the numerous dead eyes of frozen villagers. Stopping by what appeared to once be a supply shop for shinobi, he picked up several Mist shinobi flak vests, as well as some Kirigakurian headbands, placing them into a storage scroll. Leaving some yen on the table - he was no thief - he left the building.
Walking through the streets continued to become more unnerving. He swore he could hear the sounds of children playing from what probably was the academy building. We walked past the hospital, knowing full well that he might have enjoyed a peek but knowing the danger of his curiosity. No - he needed to get to this main building…
Now he could hear the messages that Mikki had been speaking about… a strange voice playing awful music and screeching about the doom coming in and how cold it was going to get. There was a large radio tower here, so logic dictated that it was where the noise emanated from, and obviously was where Mikki was heading.
The cold was creeping in, and time was now limited. Migoya turned away to run towards what appeared to be the only upright tower - a crystal tower. He sped, his chakra stopping him from slipping on the ice, but it still was a difficult journey. Pushing open the large tower doors, two things were apparent… security, shinobi, workers - all were frozen in an instant. Each stood doing their daily jobs, some even talking to one another, and now they were blocks of ice, unblinking for what may be an eternity.
Secondly - for some reason the interior of this building was still powered and was… warm. Well, not warm, but was not the bitingly chilling frozen death-type cold that was outside. A normal person would still freeze to death, but for Migoya… well, it wasn’t death-dealing but was still uncomfortable.
You took your bloody time Mikki muttered, scrambling over a desk and kicking off a tin of pencils. Radio tower was a… well… you will see. Anyways - I think what you want is over here.
“How did you get here so quickly… I mean, I just got here.”
This place, well, its frozen like I told you. You living things just, well, time just takes longer for you. Oh, and theres demons here so you dont want to hang around. Yeah.
“Demons?!? What the fu”
Ssssh moron. Do you want them to hear you?
It was now Migoyas turn to roll his eyes and mutter silently. Demons… friggin hell. What happened here? Mikki started to direct him towards a stairway, which he followed. The flights of stairs were only made difficult due to the layer of ice on them, but soon they had reached several floors up to what could only have been a level dedicated to research - or at least a library of some sort. Frozen shinobi, reading, guarding and talking once again carried the blank looks of death, frozen in place for time.
Yeah… Scratchy said this is what you wanted.
Migoya, looking over the scrolls in front of him pondered. “Who is Scratchy?”
The radio DJ guy. Well, he isnt a guy anymore. He’s one of me, but I dont think he knows it yet.
“What… he’s a moron?”
Mikki threw a book at Migoya’s head, who nimbly avoided it.
Some time past, and the pair had seemingly collected a series of scrolls, some containing jutsu native to Kirigakure, maps, as well as histories of the area, tales of a group called the Seven Swordsmen, and the bloody Mist. Mikki had also grabbed some camera footage, it was damaged, but it did contain some information including images of two very familiar people - Ziren and Maki...It was sufficient to provide an accurate account of the area, yet nothing detailed about what had happened here recently. Suffice it to say, that was a mystery for another time.
Their bounty stored in another storage scroll the pair quickly descended to the bottom of the building. The sun was setting on the horizon, and both knew that this was one place they most certainly did not want to get stuck.
They ran like little girls. They heard the screaming, the wailing. The temperature dropping.
They ran. They did not look back.
Soon, the boat would take them onwards towards their next journey.
WC: 1638
The small boat Migoya had borrowed slowly drifted towards the large masses of islands that was, well were, the lands of Water. Once known as a tropical oasis, beautiful and used as a holiday getaway, it now glistened white and the howls of the wind bit deeply through Migoya's thick white overcoat. He remembered many years ago Kiri-nin coming to Konoha for trade, their capability and skills regarded highly amongst even the arrogant Leaf nin. He remembered treating one of them - a Haku - who was suffering from a nasty rash, mostly caused by the unwise decision to jump into a hot pool. The memory brought a smile to Migoya's face, hidden behind the thick scarf.
His red gaze scanned the landscape, looking for any indicators of where he needed to go. Stories spoke of the hidden village being inside the volcano, and that there were caverns and the like that one had to traverse in order to find the entrance. The small villages here however were abandoned, their inhabitants long gone with anything of worth. No, he needed to press onwards to find what he was looking for.
Normally he would have preferred to travel under the cover of darkness, but the weather here was… completely unusual. Travelling towards the volcano actually seemed to cause the freezing temperatures to plummet even further, and despite the fact that he was an immortal being even he felt the cold.
Sheesh. This place isn’t half god's-cursed. Why the hells would you want to set up shop here?
Migoya kept moving forward as his companion crept up onto his shoulder, the little wooden puppet looking thoroughly miserable.
“What do you mean God's-cursed. We survived the worlds tree… how is this different?”
Well, for one the tree had spirits that were ‘trapped’. The ones here seem… frozen. Stuck. Like, not wanting to go anywhere.
Migoya looked over to his friend, his face showing a measure of perplexion.
“Frozen? Is this one of your jokes... “
Nope. And no I’m not going to sing a rendition of let it go either. Nah - they are just wondering around, doing the same old things. Though - they are coming from over there so maybe thats where your village thing is.
It always concerned Migoya that he could not see part of the world, being ‘spiritual’ in nature. The spirit tree had shaken him to the core and he did not want to relive that type of experience again. Still, if there was a place that his family could bunker down, this strange outer region would be great to act as a bulwark.
The pair ventured for some time, the bitter cold biting at them and quickly letting them feel unwanted - this was not a place for anyone. They walked past villagers, travellers, merchants - each frozen in place as if struck immediately by some sort of ice attack.
Soon, they reached what they could only guess was the Gates of Kirigakure - a series of caverns that led into the volcano proper. Walking across the threshold Migoya noted some of the guards still at their posts, and stopped reflexively. Something drew him to this place, as if part of him was left here long ago, in a different time. He absent-mindley touched the ground in a certain place, as if remembering great loss.
Um… its creepy here. Can we hurry up.
Migoya nodded, regaining his feet and pressing forward. Navigation through the volcano was rendered easier now that the guards were frozen in place. Most looked like they hadn't expected the deep freeze, but every now and then a face full of terror would appear - people who had obviously been trying to escape this… well, whatever this was. There were also fresh footprints in the snow… someone had just been through here recently. He would need to be on guard.
The caverns soon gave way to the village proper. Nestled in the crater of the apparently extinct volcano, Kirigakure was once one of the prime villages for shinobi. Powerful, wealthy, and full of ancient traditions. Full of life. Now… it was an icy wasteland. Towers rose through the snow, buildings stood encased in white along with the population… a population encased in ice. It was terrifying.
Migoya breathed inwards at the site, a measure of fear penetrating his hearts. Even Mikki was quiet - clearly he was moved by something more than what Migoya could see.
It was clear - this was not the place for his family to move.
“Mikki… this place. We cannot linger. The cold… it is not normal.”
Well dir stupid. All the spirits here are wandering around and screaming. This place… we shouldn't be here.
“I know… but we need… we need to record this. We need intel - something.”
Mikki would have rolled his eyes if he had any. Stupid Migoya - always sticking his nose in where it was not wanted. The puppet watched as Migoya pulled out a camera - some old thing that when he spoke to it was rather snobby.
Well. That tower over there looks important. How about I meet you there? There's some creepy radio signal thing that's telling us that is cold here and that darkness comes soon. Pretty cool. I'm gunna check that out.
Migoya nodded, his mind focused on recording this place just in case others wanted to come here. A warning.
He continued to walk down into the village proper, the cold increasing as was the unnerving feeling he was being watched, and not by the numerous dead eyes of frozen villagers. Stopping by what appeared to once be a supply shop for shinobi, he picked up several Mist shinobi flak vests, as well as some Kirigakurian headbands, placing them into a storage scroll. Leaving some yen on the table - he was no thief - he left the building.
Walking through the streets continued to become more unnerving. He swore he could hear the sounds of children playing from what probably was the academy building. We walked past the hospital, knowing full well that he might have enjoyed a peek but knowing the danger of his curiosity. No - he needed to get to this main building…
Now he could hear the messages that Mikki had been speaking about… a strange voice playing awful music and screeching about the doom coming in and how cold it was going to get. There was a large radio tower here, so logic dictated that it was where the noise emanated from, and obviously was where Mikki was heading.
The cold was creeping in, and time was now limited. Migoya turned away to run towards what appeared to be the only upright tower - a crystal tower. He sped, his chakra stopping him from slipping on the ice, but it still was a difficult journey. Pushing open the large tower doors, two things were apparent… security, shinobi, workers - all were frozen in an instant. Each stood doing their daily jobs, some even talking to one another, and now they were blocks of ice, unblinking for what may be an eternity.
Secondly - for some reason the interior of this building was still powered and was… warm. Well, not warm, but was not the bitingly chilling frozen death-type cold that was outside. A normal person would still freeze to death, but for Migoya… well, it wasn’t death-dealing but was still uncomfortable.
You took your bloody time Mikki muttered, scrambling over a desk and kicking off a tin of pencils. Radio tower was a… well… you will see. Anyways - I think what you want is over here.
“How did you get here so quickly… I mean, I just got here.”
This place, well, its frozen like I told you. You living things just, well, time just takes longer for you. Oh, and theres demons here so you dont want to hang around. Yeah.
“Demons?!? What the fu”
Ssssh moron. Do you want them to hear you?
It was now Migoyas turn to roll his eyes and mutter silently. Demons… friggin hell. What happened here? Mikki started to direct him towards a stairway, which he followed. The flights of stairs were only made difficult due to the layer of ice on them, but soon they had reached several floors up to what could only have been a level dedicated to research - or at least a library of some sort. Frozen shinobi, reading, guarding and talking once again carried the blank looks of death, frozen in place for time.
Yeah… Scratchy said this is what you wanted.
Migoya, looking over the scrolls in front of him pondered. “Who is Scratchy?”
The radio DJ guy. Well, he isnt a guy anymore. He’s one of me, but I dont think he knows it yet.
“What… he’s a moron?”
Mikki threw a book at Migoya’s head, who nimbly avoided it.
Some time past, and the pair had seemingly collected a series of scrolls, some containing jutsu native to Kirigakure, maps, as well as histories of the area, tales of a group called the Seven Swordsmen, and the bloody Mist. Mikki had also grabbed some camera footage, it was damaged, but it did contain some information including images of two very familiar people - Ziren and Maki...It was sufficient to provide an accurate account of the area, yet nothing detailed about what had happened here recently. Suffice it to say, that was a mystery for another time.
Their bounty stored in another storage scroll the pair quickly descended to the bottom of the building. The sun was setting on the horizon, and both knew that this was one place they most certainly did not want to get stuck.
They ran like little girls. They heard the screaming, the wailing. The temperature dropping.
They ran. They did not look back.
Soon, the boat would take them onwards towards their next journey.
WC: 1638
