Trouble at the Mines (mission)
Sept 11, 2013 11:29:37 GMT -7
Post by rabble' on Sept 11, 2013 11:29:37 GMT -7
The mining site itself was horrifying, to say the least. A disease had swept over them quickly and took hold on the employees there at an incredible rate, leaving them incapable of doing anything by the next morning. Only a day had passed since they had cut off communications, yet quite a large number of them had already passed on because their bodies couldn’t handle it. Still the majority of them were alive, but considering their state, they probably wished they weren’t.
Rasping gasps and pained groans were plentiful among the mining site, along with gurgled sounds that made it seem as if some were slowly choking on their own fluids, most likely blood or vomit. The main physical indication of the disease was the skin seeming to have eroded away, the surface tissue looking like a sponge more than anything where holes ate through the flesh. Some were worse than others, limbs having already fallen off and lying nearby on the ground limply. Blood pools were common as well, the most likely cause of a lot of the deaths being blood loss.
None of them had the strength to move anymore, which was why they hadn’t called out for help. Almost all of them were in their cots still in the living quarters because they had been sleeping, but there were some bodies on the outskirts of the mine, which looked like some had tried running away only to collapse.
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The Amekage hadn’t noticed any of this yet, having been as talkative as ever while they made their way out towards the mine’s location. “Y’know, I bet their radio tower is broken or something. But then again the person they sent to check what happened never returned, which was why they sent in a request for this mission. Hmm, at least we shouldn’t let our guards drop, even if this just ends up being a stroll through the country,” he mused aloud, not bothering to keep his thoughts in his head as usual.
“I’m glad that we’re out here though, if nothing else I can start working on remembering everyone’s faces. It’s probably best if I get to know as many of the village’s shinobi as possible, so that it’ll be easier to tell if anyone’s trying to infiltrate. That and it may work as a morale booster, right? The community should feel closer if more intimate relationships are established, I’d think,” Kyo just kept on rambling, not really even stopping to give the others a chance to respond to him. It seemed like he was basically just talking to himself, finally getting a chance to think on what he should do in the village instead of being up to his ears in work since he had been promoted.
As they neared the mine, there was a body in the brush about ten meters to their right who suddenly took a strangled gasp when he heard Kyo’s rambling. “Help me,” he cried out weakly, the kage completely oblivious because he couldn’t hear that well and didn’t have any scouting abilities whatsoever really, besides his natural senses. The man who had called for help trembled as he tried to stand to no avail, just groaning in pain and glancing in despair down towards his detached right leg. For the most part his body was still intact, but on his cheek and riding down his neck to under his shirt there was the red sponge-like marking, where the disease had eaten through his skin.
Rasping gasps and pained groans were plentiful among the mining site, along with gurgled sounds that made it seem as if some were slowly choking on their own fluids, most likely blood or vomit. The main physical indication of the disease was the skin seeming to have eroded away, the surface tissue looking like a sponge more than anything where holes ate through the flesh. Some were worse than others, limbs having already fallen off and lying nearby on the ground limply. Blood pools were common as well, the most likely cause of a lot of the deaths being blood loss.
None of them had the strength to move anymore, which was why they hadn’t called out for help. Almost all of them were in their cots still in the living quarters because they had been sleeping, but there were some bodies on the outskirts of the mine, which looked like some had tried running away only to collapse.
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The Amekage hadn’t noticed any of this yet, having been as talkative as ever while they made their way out towards the mine’s location. “Y’know, I bet their radio tower is broken or something. But then again the person they sent to check what happened never returned, which was why they sent in a request for this mission. Hmm, at least we shouldn’t let our guards drop, even if this just ends up being a stroll through the country,” he mused aloud, not bothering to keep his thoughts in his head as usual.
“I’m glad that we’re out here though, if nothing else I can start working on remembering everyone’s faces. It’s probably best if I get to know as many of the village’s shinobi as possible, so that it’ll be easier to tell if anyone’s trying to infiltrate. That and it may work as a morale booster, right? The community should feel closer if more intimate relationships are established, I’d think,” Kyo just kept on rambling, not really even stopping to give the others a chance to respond to him. It seemed like he was basically just talking to himself, finally getting a chance to think on what he should do in the village instead of being up to his ears in work since he had been promoted.
As they neared the mine, there was a body in the brush about ten meters to their right who suddenly took a strangled gasp when he heard Kyo’s rambling. “Help me,” he cried out weakly, the kage completely oblivious because he couldn’t hear that well and didn’t have any scouting abilities whatsoever really, besides his natural senses. The man who had called for help trembled as he tried to stand to no avail, just groaning in pain and glancing in despair down towards his detached right leg. For the most part his body was still intact, but on his cheek and riding down his neck to under his shirt there was the red sponge-like marking, where the disease had eaten through his skin.