[Companion Mission] Low on the Totem Pole

[Mino]

The country of Water came by it's name honestly. Rain drenched it entire- the kind of rain that poets likened to despair- the kind of rain that made fishermen fear the water, that made denizens of the lakes and seas bold, that spoke to an aqua blue paradise- where all the world was enveloped in purity- where the hierarchy of beings did not include those who could dwell upon dry land.. for dryness was a concept foreign to the world.

In short: it rained. Hard.

Lightening flickered like the tongue of a snake to and fro- like the eyes of a madman watching flies buzz over a sea of the dead. Creating great spiderwebs of energy across the skies the flashes blotting out (momentarily) even the waxen light of the moon. Something that young Tsukiko could not entirely abide. As she watched the storm the creature of Mizuki could feel the conflict within it- briefly it felt like mother, shouting thunder in the darkness for a lost child- or perhaps lamenting its losses for lifetimes unlived. Whatever it was it touched something in her- this storm wasn't going to end, it wasn't natural, and something had to be done before it intensified.

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Visibility is terrible, and the lightening is so bad that wearing metal isn't advisable in the open. Ships at sea have 20 posts before they start getting destroyed, if you can quiet the storm before then, Kiri's defenses will not be harmed.

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[Sia]

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oh my god i didnt even know youd already taken the mission or id have posted long ago.

Rain. Endless rain. Sure, she lived in Water Country and sure the Mist Village at that...but this amount of rain seemed...unnatural. There was just something about it. Perhaps Tsukiko's keen sense into the supernatural, even in this world that was fueled by chakra. Her connection to spirits was uncanny and likely unrivaled throughout all of Kirigakure. Something just wasn't right here. To Tsukiko, the most obvious thing was the lightning. Sure, parts of it seemed natural enough but other times the formations simply didn't seem real. It was as though an artist had taken white ink and blotted it across the night sky. It was too abstract.

Her first thoughts were that someone had angered the gods and while that could very well be the case, she also thought of the residential spirits that she knew to linger around the miscellaneous islands inhabiting Water Country. Perhaps one of them had been kidnapped, or killed. Such a thing would throw off the balance of the area and cause such potentially catastrophic events, that much was certain.

As it was, Tsukiko found herself on a boat, determined to find the source of the problem. Someone or something was causing this chaotic storm and it was only getting worse with each passing moment. The rain poured down terribly hard and the crew of the ship was more on edge than she'd ever seen. She'd worked with them before on several occasions by now. She recalled their first trip together to a tower of the Lunar Goddess. They were skeptical about the trip, especially when some strange chakra-fueled forms began to try and take over the ship... But Tsukiko had protected them from that and later paid them rather well. They would do whatever she asked, her pay rate was just too good.

So the first destination was a known home to spirits. Particularly, these were associated with suiton and raiton.