Where Spirits Walk and Weapons Speak

Mission: Dark Envoy
Aiming to split the mission between Isuru and Kota
Isuru continuing from: What We Leave Behind and When We are Left Behind

Isuru regained his footing from the jump through the portal. He had leapt through, convinced that the woman was going to cause trouble elsewhere, and found himself staring at hundreds of spirits from Suna's past. Many stared at him in confusion as he tried to collect his bearings. A voice called out, “You know, we just left. Did you really need to follow us so soon?” Isuru looked up and found Sylvia and Morei walking towards him. "I mean..." Isuru started as he flushed and scratched his head. "I didn't really plan to come see you two. Since I am here, might as well enjoy it?" Isuru gave a shrug and grinned at the two. Morei punched him in the arm before giving a grin of his own. "Well, you don't seem very dead. So, either you broke something, or you screwed something else up." Sylvia giggled softly behind a hand as Isuru punched Morei back. "I don't always just break things you know!"

Sylvia spoke up and said, "no, you don't break things. You just end up bending them to the point we can't use them anymore. Remember when we had to pay to replace the sword you used to 'jump a little higher' to get on the roof?" Isuru blushed and shook his head, turning away from the pair with his arms crossed. "It was a good plan then and this was a good plan now. I was tracking down someone suspicious before I ran into you two." He glanced back and asked them, "Any sign of someone suspicious?" Sylvia raised an eyebrow and said, "yes." She waved a hand to one side, "every other person on this plane looks suspicious. You are going to need to be more specific."

Isuru looked more closely at the crowds of individuals gathered nearby. Many wore clothes from different eras and times. The crowds appeared almost as if they had been randomly mashed together to make a strange tapestry of Suna's evolution. He realized that picking one person out from the crowd would be a challenge, especially with the mass of spiritual energy glowing off their bodies. "This is not going to be easy..." he said softly as he turned back to the two. "Do either of you know anyone who is good at tracking?"

WC = 385

Mission: Dark Envoy

Kota tossed and turned. A film of sweat so intense it was practically drowning the sheets covered his body. To the outside world it looked like he was overheating, yet the archer would be freezing cold to the touch. Looking in someone could see the bright blue glow starting to spread out from underneath him. The stone given to him by his mother started to glow in pulses, it was the source of the light coming off of him.

The archer was normally a light sleeper. It was weird that he did not find anything wrong with the lights. Then again a similar hallucination happened after he drank that spiked water and thought he was kissing a legendary mermaid. In fact pulsing lights were not a thing he found abnormal. The pulses started to become shorter till it was just a solid light filling the room. The lack of pulses grabbed his attention.

The archer shot up, grabbing his pillow bow and spare arrow. He kept it near him in case of emergencies. Bleary eyed he was still trying to scan the surroundings for a threat. He could not find anything in the eerily washed room. The light that bathed the place started to gather in one spot. The stone came from underneath his mattress and hovered in the air. It was as if a beam of light shot out of it and started to form a door. The blue light circulated in mid air and made a hole. A hole through space that was filled with a thick mist. Kota could not even tell what was on the other side.

“Crap!”

The archer cursed and started to get dressed quickly. He was terrified but he had to check out the creepy cold, and faintly terrifying portal. It showed up in his bedroom from the rock gifted to him by his own mother. If he did not take it, who knew what he was gonna miss out on. The portal could be the key to resurrecting her from the dead. A part of him was still his mothers boy. She was the only woman Kota did not mind having in his life, she filled a hole in his heart. The rest of the scantily clad men filled a different hole inside of him.

Packed and ready Kota yeeted himself through the portal, bow drawn and ready to start shooting his arrows. The feeling was like passing through a veil of water that did not make him wet. It was a transition so smooth it actually surprised him. The first thing Kota noticed was how packed the place looked. Not to mention the glowing aqua portal he came through started to close. He put his drawn arrow back in the quiver, then grabbed the stone to put it away. He was nervous but still thought he could shoot on the fly. The first thing he wanted to do in a situation like this was scope the area and figure out what to do. A scenario that made him slightly sad, sober socialization could be such a pain.

“Hello! Does anyone know what we are doing here?” Kota yelled the words loudly to attract attention. He wanted to see who was paying attention and who could help. He did not want to stay in this creepy world forever.

WC: 556