The sand bit at his partially exposed face despite the cloak covering up most of it. Scalding wind bit at his body as he looked from over the hill and down into the valley of dunes and towering rock spires before him. How he had come to be involved in this mission he wasn't sure. Barely even a day's time had passed since he put his papers in for reinstatement, let alone applying for a mission, which he hadn't done in the first place. Something told him his companion may have had something to do with it, and in a moment of clarity, away from her usual drunken stupor, managed to remember Nori to pull him into this rescue operation. Irony would have it that Nori's gear was identical to what he had been wearing when he had last run into Bijou; the garments practical for the harsh weather of Wind country. His armor had instantly lost its shine from the dust and dirt. At his waist was a recently-forged katana from a local weapon smith, so that he wasn't completely unarmed when going out on a village-sanctioned mission.
Gusts of unforgiving wind deafened all out in the sandstorm. A hand reaching up to his ear, he tabbed the receiver to his headset earbud, "The ruins are located somewhere in this valley. They're probably covered due to this storm. We'll need to split up in order to find it in this muck."<i></i> His other hand gestured to the eastern side. After giving a polite wave, he descended down the steep slope, boots sliding through the ever-shifting torrent of sand as he headed west. Nori had passed through this area on his trip in, well before the wealth of sand had drown the area into a brown smear. Unfortunately, so many of the land markers were now completely missing and he couldn't make heads or tails of the terrain now. One hand pulled his cloak close to him and he moved in bursts of speed, tufts of sand sprouting up where he had been before being carried back into the storm's girth.
A researcher had gone missing coming out here. Wind Country was a treacherous place and it was easy to allow the elements to overtake one's self. A common person out here to study the ruins could easily become lost, but the first shinobi to be sent out here had also failed to report in. The weather was bad enough that they could have ended up trapped somewhere, or even devoured by the maelstrom itself. It was their job to find the ruins, find what clues they could and make an accurate report of the situation. At the very least, if the two before them had perished, word could be given to their families.
Let the hunt begin...
WC: 468
Gusts of unforgiving wind deafened all out in the sandstorm. A hand reaching up to his ear, he tabbed the receiver to his headset earbud, "The ruins are located somewhere in this valley. They're probably covered due to this storm. We'll need to split up in order to find it in this muck."<i></i> His other hand gestured to the eastern side. After giving a polite wave, he descended down the steep slope, boots sliding through the ever-shifting torrent of sand as he headed west. Nori had passed through this area on his trip in, well before the wealth of sand had drown the area into a brown smear. Unfortunately, so many of the land markers were now completely missing and he couldn't make heads or tails of the terrain now. One hand pulled his cloak close to him and he moved in bursts of speed, tufts of sand sprouting up where he had been before being carried back into the storm's girth.
A researcher had gone missing coming out here. Wind Country was a treacherous place and it was easy to allow the elements to overtake one's self. A common person out here to study the ruins could easily become lost, but the first shinobi to be sent out here had also failed to report in. The weather was bad enough that they could have ended up trapped somewhere, or even devoured by the maelstrom itself. It was their job to find the ruins, find what clues they could and make an accurate report of the situation. At the very least, if the two before them had perished, word could be given to their families.
Let the hunt begin...
WC: 468