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sunshineverse2015-04-10 03:02 pm
heartofthestorm) wrote in sunshineverse2015-04-10 03:02 pm
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Who: Kirigi Yamata, Kirigi Kouran, Itezora Clan Summon Rabbits and Rabbit Boss
Where: Odoriyama, Land of Ice
When: March 2nd
The climate of Ice never failed to impress upon Yamata the fact that, more than any other he had experienced throughout his travels, he adapted to her in a blink and was best suited to her, the cold a welcome respite from heat dry, humid, and scorching. It was a small comfort in the face of a sea of tidings delivered to the Kirigi siblings on various notes at their last rendezvous with one of their agents on the nineteenth of February, the most alarming of which had been news of the decimation of one of Ice's prominent shinobi clans, the Itezora. That had seen him call for an impromptu trip to their homeland, in which he and Kouran had arrived without ceremony on the twenty-eighth of February after a small series of necessary protocol to protect themselves, their identities, and their points of contact within their country.
A short period of rest had been permitted, after which the matter of a private debriefing had been breached alongside a more personal checking of his country. Rumors of the Itezora's fate had seemed to lend itself to fact, however, and it was for that reason that he had set out for Odoriyama with Kouran to ascertain the truth for themselves. A "bye" scrawled in a child's handwriting at the contact station at the mountain's base had greeted them well before the scattered gravemarkers at the sight of the village near its peak, where the ruins of residences had been left with flowers now old and near frozen. A sight gruesome in its own way that felt eerily familiar and worse still that it stood as a confirmation to a great loss for the country.
Perhaps not entirely, though.
Leading the way down the mountain, Yamata was mostly silent in thought. There was a survivor. All signs pointed to it. By way of information gained through their network, he was certain no civilian had taken to the peak, which meant the country had yielded yet another not wholly unlike himself, their honorable mother, and Kouran.
"Tch. You know what this means," he said, the snow and ice beneath his feet bowing beneath his every step as he led the way to the mountain's base. He didn't look back, confident Kouran followed him with equal ease.
Where: Odoriyama, Land of Ice
When: March 2nd
The climate of Ice never failed to impress upon Yamata the fact that, more than any other he had experienced throughout his travels, he adapted to her in a blink and was best suited to her, the cold a welcome respite from heat dry, humid, and scorching. It was a small comfort in the face of a sea of tidings delivered to the Kirigi siblings on various notes at their last rendezvous with one of their agents on the nineteenth of February, the most alarming of which had been news of the decimation of one of Ice's prominent shinobi clans, the Itezora. That had seen him call for an impromptu trip to their homeland, in which he and Kouran had arrived without ceremony on the twenty-eighth of February after a small series of necessary protocol to protect themselves, their identities, and their points of contact within their country.
A short period of rest had been permitted, after which the matter of a private debriefing had been breached alongside a more personal checking of his country. Rumors of the Itezora's fate had seemed to lend itself to fact, however, and it was for that reason that he had set out for Odoriyama with Kouran to ascertain the truth for themselves. A "bye" scrawled in a child's handwriting at the contact station at the mountain's base had greeted them well before the scattered gravemarkers at the sight of the village near its peak, where the ruins of residences had been left with flowers now old and near frozen. A sight gruesome in its own way that felt eerily familiar and worse still that it stood as a confirmation to a great loss for the country.
Perhaps not entirely, though.
Leading the way down the mountain, Yamata was mostly silent in thought. There was a survivor. All signs pointed to it. By way of information gained through their network, he was certain no civilian had taken to the peak, which meant the country had yielded yet another not wholly unlike himself, their honorable mother, and Kouran.
"Tch. You know what this means," he said, the snow and ice beneath his feet bowing beneath his every step as he led the way to the mountain's base. He didn't look back, confident Kouran followed him with equal ease.
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Really, the fact that there was a survivor at all was the only good note about this.
She followed after her brother, careful not to stumble and fall. "We need to look for them, don't we?"
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"Aa. The Itezora are one of the principle shinobi clans of this country," Yamata replied, his tone level. "We can't afford to lose them."
Not now and not in the future. It was more than a slight inconvenience that this incident had come to pass at such a time. He had hoped to gain the support of the Itezora clan in ending the warring period the shinobi of Ice still clung to; and yet, that possibility seemed significantly slimmed for someone's efforts. That the who and the why were unknown to them was a matter to be dealt with par the course. With any luck, their child giant would have the answer and, really, it had to be a child judging by that handwriting at the contact station. What a setback.
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Not that she didn't believe they couldn't find the child, but as it was they didn't have much of a clue where she was. Maybe tracks? But the snow might have covered them back up already...
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He wasn't concerned about their discovery. A few choice bursts of wind would reveal those impressions well-preserved for the solidity of the snow and ice. In such an isolated location, while caution was necessary concerning the exposure of his bloodline, it was also unlikely that others would stumble upon them.
The next jump was a leap, and a long one.
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"Then let's start there."