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Tidal Wave! [Mission]

A central trading hub for the south-western portion of the world, Tea Country has become synonymous with the term "trade" mostly due to the positioning and success of its capital Kurosawa City. Most of Tea, despite the imagine that comes to mind for most people when they think about the country, is in fact rural farming communities which-- surprise, surprise --grow tea and much of Tea Country's wealth is responsible for it. The particular type of tea which is farmed and exported out of Tea Country is a native species of oolong tea which, for reasons which have been as of yet been uncovered by any interested parties, will only grow in the particular conditions found in the strangely schizophrenic climate of Tea Country.

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Tidal Wave! [Mission]

Tue Aug 06, 2019 12:14 am

The boat reached the furthest port on the west side of Tea by the following morning. The trip had taken a full night’s travel and had been completely uneventful despite vocal concerns of another freak tidal wave. Only a handful of the soldiers hidden among the merchants knew that Kasen had a special property that kept the waters from barring their way; not that she had been needed. The crossing had been simply calm. Yet as the large boat pulled into the country at the dawn, it was clear the group would have their work completely cut out for them.

For starters, there was no longer a pier for the boat to even dock. The small village, if it could be so called, was very much gone. Bits of house and pier bumped up against the side of the large sea vessel as it rolled in. Many of the merchants had grim looks on their faces, as there were a couple who once had business here, but the soldier disguised or otherwise were already stretching out parchment across a table and dropping the anchor.
A young man, in his late twenties, was clicking his pen over and over again, while staring down the parchment that had been rolled out. A loud call had been made up to the group to gather and begin talks on how they would proceed to rebuild. Yet, while the others talked, or bickered, the youth just kept clicking his pen until it finally touched point to the paper. Before anyone could stop him he had already stroked out the rough design for the fishing hub.
An older man, appearing to be in his early forties, snatched the page away before the youth could scribble any further and started to draw breath to scold him; until a side-way glace caught the image. It was beautiful. In the few seconds he had moved his pen the youth had drawn a detailed graphic of what he had envisioned for the village. It looked as if he had spent the previous night working on it, and perhaps he had in his head, but the older male couldn’t admit it wasn’t worth trying. It only took another ten minutes before the crowd agreed that the boy’s drawing made for a great rebuild. Before long it was being passed around to architects to begin drawing up actual blueprints and supplies needed.

While the merchants were starting to pool their knowledge and skills together to see who got to do what, some of the soldiers of Suna were already running across the surface of the water with medical supplies to see about the wounded and those stranded. It didn’t take long for them to find a group of depressed fishermen who had seen the boat and gathered at the shore in morbid curiosity. As soon as some of the veterans touched ground on the beach they knew something more than a disaster was afoot. There was a…feeling, in the air. The despair they tasted wasn’t just one of a home and life being taken away by a force of nature; something bigger weighed heavy on the fishing village’s shoulders. Two figures out of the fishermen stood out. One was a lanky teenager who looked like he was constantly haunted by ghosts with the level of paranoia in his eyes, and the other was a bear-like man with his arms crossed, giving the vessel of help a stern glare.

[Here we are! From here you can decide to begin RPing repairs or looking deeper into the mystery a couple of the soldiers are already discussing on the beach. The repairs for the village will take at least three day’s time, can you solve the mystery and help them? What of the second village? You can make up NPCs if you need to further your RPs for Merchants or Soldiers.]
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Re: Tidal Wave! [Mission]

Tue Aug 06, 2019 10:48 pm

The peer was gone and there was no place for them to dock. With a sigh Akazukin walks up to the front of the boat guns in hand. She shows no fear as she was confident in her actions. A sly smile could be seen on her face as she approaches the helm. Standing just a couple of feet on the figurehead of the boat she lifts her musket a points it straight at the broken peer. “Land ho.” The barrel of the gun seems to glow as she focuses quite a bit of chakra into her weapon. The clock in her one eye was spinning backwards like crazy. Whatever she is about to do was bound to be impressive. Combining the powers of her Tokeigan with her World Shatter jutsu, she does the unbelievable. Wood and metal begins to move in mysterious ways. It was like watching the great collapse in reverse. Shards of wood came back together, beams standing back up and boards would lay back down and nails would return to their places. In a minute the peer would be whole once more.

This would likely be the limit to Akazukin’s inference with the rebuilding process as just doing this much causes her to nearly faint. The young man had made such a nice design and she would hate to put his efforts to complete waste. Not to mention it would take quite a bit out of her to rebuild the whole village that way. However, if the citizens of Tea really wanted things to return to how it was she could be convinced, though she would figure that most of them would prefer something new over something old. Once the ship dropped anchor and tied to the dock a disguised soldier would lend a shoulder to Akazukin as she disembarks.

Using her musket like a cane she walks over to the two men that stood out. She address the bear-like man staring at the boat first. “I’m a medical shinobi here to help. Where do…” She pauses for a moment. “is he going to be alright?” Akazukin was clearly referring to the lanky teenager always looking behind him. She was starting to wonder if raiders found out about the villages weakened state and attacked recently. Some people love to prey on the weak and a village like this would be a sitting duck after a tidal wave.
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Re: Tidal Wave! [Mission]

Fri Aug 16, 2019 3:25 am

The trip to the village that had been hit by the tidal wave wasn't very long. In fact, most of the trip, Kasen had simple ridden upon Same sitting and watching the ocean life as it passed, occasionally glancing at the boat overhead and seeing the shimmering light of the moon as night came and went. The tides were surprisingly calm despite everything that had happened. Kasen pondered in what ways she could help the villagers as she did so. Beyond the medical expertise that she had, she felt like there was more she could do beyond just help medicinally, but the issue was figuring out what that purpose was. As the endless depths of the ocean drew into the evident shoreline, Kasen breached the surface and Same pulled up next to the boat. Kasen's cerulean eyes took in the village with a sense of shock and sadness. The small village was practically in ruin. The streets were saturated and covered in the corpses of marine life and littered with destroyed buildings. Kasen climbed off the shark, her feet making light splashes as it touched the water's surface. A moment later, the shark had disappeared from beside her with a large splash, the form dissipating as the chakra that formed her receded back into Kasen. The blue haired woman stood on top of the water for a moment, just taking everything in. She saw several members that were on the boat disperse and start to work rather quickly. She hopped onto the dock and ran up to grab her medical supplies bag from the boat.

Surveying the area once more, the mednin walked over to what looked like a small makeshift clinic that had been setup and placed her supplies down. While many citizens appeared to have minor wounds or were simply regrouping after having lost their home, some of them seemed to have more extensive wounds. Kasen would do her best to patch some of them up before moving on to more complex restoration efforts. Some people had already set up there working on the villagers, so she approached the clinic and greeted some of those there. "Hi, my name's Kasen. I just arrived with the aid they sent from Suna. I hope it's alright I assist with the medical efforts." A couple of them nodded and pointed to a makeshift bed that she could see patients at. The first person that approached her was a young man with blonde hair and green eyes. He approached slowly, appearing to be in quite a deal of pain, clutching his side. It appeared that his home had collapsed while he was in it and one of the foundation pillars had splinted and grated a large open wound on his side. Kasen furrowed her brows. She knew a few medical practices that could potentially help with this sort of extensive injury, but nothing nearly effective as her healing waters. The blue haired woman withdrew a small vial of water and called it forth. The water moved with her chakra control and entered the wound, a light glow forming on it. Quickly, the skin started to stitch back together. "There we go, that should be feeling better soon." Kasen smiled at the young man, but he had looked at her in an almost nervous way. In fact, Kasen hadn't noticed at the time but things had gone awkwardly quite. She looked up and noticed everyone staring at her. A few had almost frightened looks on their faces. There was some whispering that had struck up, calling attention to what had just happened. They wondered if she could control small amounts of water, if perhaps she could cause something like the tidal wave to occur. Or even worse, if others like her could do the same.

While it was more or less her specialty, Kasen didn't want to create a sense of discomfort to the villagers. She quickly placed the vial back into her bag. Things from now on would need to be done with the run of the mill stuff only. Kasen called for the next patient, and luckily, despite the exchange that had just occurred, people still seemed to value help over their suspicions. Using her knowledge of medical jutsu and overall medical practices, she was able to help a few more people that came by with more extensive injury. When a small lull in patients happened, Kasen looked over at the other two members of Suna that had come on this mission. They seemed interested in something to do with the fisherman on the docks, but Kasen couldn't exactly understand why the focus was there, but whatever it was, it seemed like they had the situation under control. "I'll be right back, but you're in good hands until then. I'll just be on the beachfront." Perhaps her attention could better serve somewhere else.

Leaving her post at the clinic, Kasen proceeded over towards the beach where people seemed to be washing up. Many of them were not alive; having long since died of drowning or potentially worse. Kasen saw that some people had survived, but were barely managing to stay afloat on pieces of driftwood. Knowing that this task was something she could at least help with efficiently, Kasen called forth a pod of bottlenose dolphins that would be able to disperse and help those that were floating in the waters to the shoreline where several other volunteers would be waiting. This would take a while considering the vast number of people that were present; most likely due to having lived closer to the shoreline and being swept out when the tidal wave was receding back. They really had their work cut out for them. The more that they helped though, the better things would be. "Alright, let's keep up the efforts everyone."
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Re: Tidal Wave! [Mission]

Tue Aug 20, 2019 5:25 am

The Sunans and merchants leading had an idea of what to expect, but the good people of the small village did not. Help wasn’t something they were used to, being so on the outskirts. When the few survivors watched the destroyed pier realign itself all hell broke loose for a brief moment until ground troops were able to calm them back down. Kasen’s own efforts did little to assuage the fears of the people with her magnificent healing technique, but they at least seemed far more trusting of her than the person bending time and space. As far as most of the village was concerned, the gods were visiting them with a team of expert craftsmen.
The rare few men with heads on their shoulders were the group Azukin went to chat with, and upon questioning the youth’s delicate constitution, she was given a reply,
“I imagine he thinks you’ve come to punish us. After all, it was his idea to fish further upstream…”

A story was then told to the woman with the Tokeigan, rather she wanted to hear it or not. The bear-like man explained simply that a great deal of their small fishing village felt this was an act of the gods in punishment for their law breaking. As it was, this village was very young in comparison to the river fishing village a normal day’s travel North. This one was created in contempt for the one above them with the dream that having access to both river and sea would grant the creator a far more bountiful profit and without the greed of the other village’s leaders. It had started out as a novel idea, and sure enough held more profit. What started out as a single shack had turned into a small village of about twelve families, and life had gone on sweetly for some three decades. Then the village up North elected a new official, and with him came all sorts of paranormal events. Random children started going missing, thick washes of blood would flow out into the sea, and strange laws were being posted throughout the area declaring outrages things; such as when they were allowed to sleep and fish. Many of the youth were outraged and felt that the posted signs had to be a work of the new leader, and yet…of all the families that defied the laws, they were the ones dead or missing. Of the original twelve, only five remained, with one entire family having been taken away by the tsunami.
Now, the tidal wave itself was a tragic accident, however it coincided perfectly with the act of the pale youth having gone to fish up in the river where they were no longer allowed to tread.
“...and so basically, the kid thinks its his fault that the Inosukes’ house was washed away. Of course, I’m not from around here, and to me this looks like something along the lines of…well, that,” the fisherman pointed to the pier that was reverted back into a fixed state.

Kasen’s efforts didn’t go unnoticed either. Though the remaining families regarded her suspiciously, it wasn’t long before some of the elders were on the beach, pulling in the dead and trying to separate the wounded. Then after awhile a woman in her late sixties braved the waters to wade out to where the water-bender was and gently placed a hand on her shoulder to get the girl’s attention. When she turned her eyes would see an old thankful face. In her hand, in offering, was a charm. It was long and in the style of an old sealing technique. A trained eye could spot that, with just a few touches, the seal would actually do its job in warding off dark energy. As it was, right now, only aided in superstition. Yet the elder insisted that Kasen take it, speaking lowly,

“Please, take it, and be careful. The forces that run our lands are angry beings, do not let them see you…”

As she walked away one of the summoned sea creatures bumped its caller’s hip and lead her towards a corpse that was dead and bloated; but not by sea. It had stab wounds and a slit neck, the clear signs of an execution…but for what reasons?
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I'm just a man, I'm only flesh and bone
I can't bring it back on everything I've done
And now there's no-one else left to love
I'm used to the darkness

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