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Marked for Death: A Rational Naruto Quest

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[X] Last Minute Action Plan

Hazou: Carry on running. Stay away from anything weird. Continue until you enter a new territory or something dangerous happens.

Back in Leaf:
  • Haru: The Hyuuga were buying scrip in bulk in order to cash it all out at once.
    • Forward trace: find who was the person who bought the scrip, and who they gave it to
    • Back trace: find people who cashed out scrip thanks to the Hyuuga.
    • Goal: identify clear malicious intent to crash our currency on behalf of the Hyuuga.
    • Also: really great work so far, keep it up.
  • Akane: How is the investigation going?
    • Have you dug up anything on the Hyuuga or Hagoromo, or other enemies we might have?
    • Relay information through to Mari as needed.
    • Keep Asuma informed.
 
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[X] Last Minute Action Plan

Hazou: Carry on running. Stay away from anything weird. Continue until you enter a new territory or something dangerous happens.

Back in Leaf:
  • Haru: The Hyuuga were buying scrip in bulk in order to cash it all out at once.
    • Forward trace: find who was the person who bought the scrip, and who they gave it to
    • Back trace: find people who cashed out scrip thanks to the Hyuuga.
    • Goal: identify clear malicious intent to crash our currency on behalf of the Hyuuga.
    • Also: really great work so far, keep it up.
  • Akane: How is the investigation going?
    • Have you dug up anything on the Hyuuga or Hagoromo, or other enemies we might have?
    • Relay information through to Mari as needed.
    • Keep Asuma informed.
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Damn, too late to vote for this :(
 
eaglejarl said:
Adhoc vote count started by eaglejarl on Mar 20, 2021 at 1:10 PM, finished with 47 posts and 3 votes.
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I've noticed a very strange trend where 50% of my plans win, on average. And it's the worst 50%. My apologies to the QMs that this what what you're associating with my planning.
 
Idea: we collaborate with Kagome and other Leaf ninja to create a "Noble Ninja's Guide to Survivalism in the Wilds of Fire," where we throw in a mountain of survival tips (which plants are bad to eat, which are good, which mimic each other, what camp layouts work best depending on where you are in Fire, recipes for Creaky Soup and other "easy to make wilderness recipe that won't make you vomit).

I don't think it'd be treasonous, and we'd publish it for at the cost of materials or just make it open source (Leaf Library, maybe?).
 
RandomOTP said:
Idea: we collaborate with Kagome and other Leaf ninja to create a "Noble Ninja's Guide to Survivalism in the Wilds of Fire," where we throw in a mountain of survival tips (which plants are bad to eat, which are good, which mimic each other, what camp layouts work best depending on where you are in Fire, recipes for Creaky Soup and other "easy to make wilderness recipe that won't make you vomit).

I don't think it'd be treasonous, and we'd publish it for at the cost of materials or just make it open source (Leaf Library, maybe?).
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I don't think Kagome or the team has spent much time camping in Fire. Iron, Tea, Snow, Mist, (and Lightening) all yes, but Fire no. I guess we could ask him if he was in Fire before he met Hazou, but my mental model of Kagome produced 10 minutes of incoherent screaming about "Hyuga stinkers" and "stinking eyeball cheaters" in response to that question. Since chakra beasts are very location dependent, maybe plants and other stuff are too. I dunno if the tips would carry over all that well. We could just have him publish a cookbook, he might like that.
 
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What a turnout. Just think, if you only got two other people to agree, you could have made anything you wanted happen.
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I mean, I have a few pet projects that the thread is lukewarm towards. But none of them are really appropriate right now.

I am sorry for the low turnout. I would guess that any students among the regulars are probably swamped right now. Other than that (I really should also check the discord), all I can really think is there isn't much to do about the cat-crossing but to, well, cross it. Same with investigating when we have leads that HDK about, so it's hard to make plans while not just assuming things Hazou shouldn't know. Isan certainly has more avenues for engagement. I just know I personally don't have much for that one, which is unfortunate.
 
Yeah, I think there's just no actionable things to do on the Cat side of things other than keep on running, and since it's a Sunday update, people were focused on Hazou's PoV.
 
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Chapter 421: Meeting and Departing
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    • The dogs had been moving slowly after what came to be called 'the lion incident'. Largely because they were taking care to stay inside the fire front and the fire moved a lot more slowly than a ninja. They were lucky that the wind had stayed mostly calm and had been at their backs when it was present; it kept the flames moving in the desired direction. Granted, it also meant that the smoke from dozens of miles of smoldering grasslands was blowing past them constantly, turning the air into a blue haze that necessitated wearing the Purifier masks constantly. The only good news was that they were able to skip activating the Tunneler's Friend seals—there was plenty of air available once it had been cleaned of the particulates.

    "I hate this," Cangue grumbled on the following morning. She sat down and lifted a paw to scratch at the mask but forced herself to stop for fear of dislodging it. She'd learned her lesson after the second time she ended up rasping in smoke and soot.

    "What?" Hazō asked. "Is it chafing again? I've got more of the salve and more padding if you need it." He'd picked those up shortly after waking up from his drug-induced nap, popping back to the Human Path and sending Gōketsu staffers scrambling.

    "It's fine," she grumbled. "A little sore, but that's all. Let's go." She returned to all fours and started stomping forward again.

    "But—"

    "It's not the chafing, it's the lack of scent," Canabisu said. "At least, I suspect so."

    "Yup," Canaut said. The giant dog was quiet and rarely used more words than necessary, but he'd become outright laconic lately and Hazō was worried.

    "What do you mean?" Hazō asked, confused.

    "Your Purifier seals do slightly too good a job," Canabisu said. "They cleanse most of the scent from the air along with the soot. It's quite disturbing." He cocked his head. "It doesn't bother you?"

    "The human sense of smell isn't anywhere near as good as yours," Hazō said. "We can't track with it. We mostly use it to identify spoiled food."

    All four dogs stopped in shock.

    "Uncle Hazō! I didn't know you were nose blind! You poor guy." Cantelabra, who had insisted on walking for a while, rubbed his head on Hazō's ankle and looked up with sad eyes.

    Hazō chuckled. "It's the way I've always been so I don't miss it," he explained. "It would be like me saying 'Cantelabra, I didn't know you were so short! You poor guy.'"

    "I'm not short! I'm still growing, and I'm going to be bigger than Canaut! I'm going to be as big as the Alpha!"

    Cangue snorted.

    Hazō barely heard her. He was too busy staring ahead of them. "Um..."

    "Look, the kid is—" Cangue stopped talking abruptly and looked where Hazō was pointing.

    For the last two miles they had been walking towards a modest hill. The soil on the hill must have been stony because the grasses there were short as a lawn instead of towering overhead like the rest of the prairie. Hazō and the others had all been keeping an eye on it, thinking that it would be a good place for lions or other cats to hide from the fire and perhaps stage an ambush, although they had kept going because it would also be a good place from which to see what was ahead. What they had not expected was for the hill to stand up and shake itself before striding towards them.

    The flames cowered away from the fur of what could only be the Cat Boss, refusing to approach any more than a civilian would approach the Hokage unasked. Hazō paled.

    The cat sauntered up and stopped a few dozen yards in front of them—which, given its size, was a comfortable conversational distance. It sat down and began washing one paw delicately, then rubbing across his (her? its?) ears to remove imagined flecks of soot. Its fur was tawny, matching the color of the tall grass that covered the plains—all except for white 'socks' on each foot, covering the paws and shins. Hazō could just make out curving claws hidden between the toes; he had the feeling that when extended those would be larger than himself.

    Canabisu cleared his throat and stepped forward. "Good afternoon," he said, almost completely masking the quaver in his voice. "I am Canabisu, ambassador of the Dog Clan. Our Territory is on the far side of Bear and we are journeying west in search of the Arachnid Clan. By what name or title may I have the privilege of addressing you?"

    The Cat Boss smiled, showing far too many needle-pointed teeth the size of Hazō's arm.

    "I am Nekkar," the Boss said. "I note that my territory is on fire."

    "Yes," Canabisu said. "Very regrettable. For our part, we've been doing our best to stay clear of the flames as we traveled, but we've been watching for survivors or anyone in need of aid. I hope no one has been hurt?"

    Nekkar chuckled, a nigh-subsonic booming that Hazō could almost feel in his chest. "If they have then they deserve it for their weakness."

    A little of the 'ready for utterly hopeless combat' tension went out of Hazō, to be replaced with a complicated mixture of confusion and disgust at a leader who would visibly care so little for their clan.

    "My attitude bothers you, two-legs?"

    "No, sir...uh...ma'am...um..."

    "Are you actually confused about my gender?"

    "Um..."

    "Please excuse him," Canabisu hurried to add. "He's a human and he comes from another world entirely unlike ours. He has had very limited contact with people, most especially with the varied and mighty Feline Clan. No insult was intended."

    "Hmmmmm..." The Cat Boss trailed off, eyeing Hazō the way Fifi often eyed a half-dead vole that she had dragged in from the garden and wasn't sure if she felt like torturing further as opposed to taking a nap. Hazō could feel himself sweating despite the moderate temperatures and the gentle breeze on his neck.

    "I suppose it shall need to remain a mystery," Nekkar said at last, smiling wider. "Be aware, human, that calling a Feline something that they are not is a great offense. We are what we are and no less. To call someone by a different name, or by a descriptor unearned, is how one goes about issuing a challenge."

    "We appreciate your forbearance," Canabisu said, nodding his head gratefully. "We—"

    "No, no. Let the human speak."

    "Um...yes, great Nekkar. Thank you for—" Canabisu coughed and shook his head minutely, eyes wide in fear. "—your forbearance," Hazō finished. It had to be safe if Canabisu had used it, right?

    "Indeed. So. The five of you have been crossing our territory since Bear?"

    "Yes, great Nekkar," Canabisu said. "We mean no harm and will depart as quickly as we can."

    "I note that you did not approach me for permission first." Something in the giant cat's words carried the image of faintly-rustling grasses that concealed sword-sharp claws and bloody jaws, of the terror of the night and foes unseen.

    "With all respect, Nekkar, we had no way to reach you."

    "You could have spoken to any of my children. They could have brought you here to me, where you could have made appropriate tender and polite request."

    "Your children were not terribly communicative, great one."

    "Oh? Do tell?"

    Canabisu hesitated. "We were attacked shortly after entering the Feline Territory. First by lynxes, later by lions."

    "I see. I take it you killed my children?"

    Canabisu sighed. "Great one, is it necessary to play these games?"

    A head the size of a hut tipped to the side in what, on a more normal cat, would have been an adorable and utterly unfelt confusion. "Why, Canabisu, whatever do you mean?"

    "You are the leader of the Feline Clan, great one. I feel certain that you know everything that happens in your Territory, much as our Alpha knows everything that happens in Dog Territory. You are more than capable of killing us all. Do you intend to do that and, if not, what is your intent here?"

    "Murrr...so fierce, little dog. I thought you were an envoy, a diplomat. Shouldn't you be offering me honeyed words and playing for time as you look for points of leverage? Ways to calm the righteous fury that no doubt burns in my heart at the callous way you butchered my young ones?"

    "There is no such anger, great one. One of the first things you said to us was that if any of your clan had been harmed by the fire then 'they deserved it for their weakness.' Your children attacked from stealth and we killed them regardless. They were weaker, we were stronger."

    "Yeah!" Cantelabra said. "You people su—"

    That was as far as he got before Hazō grabbed him and yanked the mask off the puppy's face so that he could clamp his muzzle shut. The little puppy wiggled and struggled in Hazō's grip but Hazō pulled him tight against his chest and held him there firmly.

    "One of your young, I take it?"

    "Indeed," Canabisu said. "Young and very foolish."

    "What do you suppose he was about to say? I would be very curious to know."

    "Mph mmrph mmmph!"

    "I imagine it was something along the lines of 'your people certainly were not as strong as us'. Very foolish indeed." He paused. "I should note that the lions who attacked us were, to the best of my ability to judge, quite young. It was hardly a representative test of the strength of Feline versus Dog. The young are by their nature impulsive and inexperienced. I feel certain that is the reason why they did not offer us the opportunity to come to you and request permission for our voyage."

    Hazō was frantically running through a mental list of what he had in his storage seals, desperately hoping to find an appropriate offering. He cursed himself in retrospect; he should have known that they would meet the Cat Boss—no, the Feline Boss!—at some point. He could have had massive portions of unusual foods, or giant balls of string, or entire bales of catnip. A macerated chakra buffalo might have been a good choice; it was one of Fifi's favorite non-hunted meals.

    "Tell me, little dog, why are you traveling across my land in search of the Arachnid Clan? What business could you have with creatures so strange and so far off?"

    "One of them washed up on our shores. They mentioned something about the 'Eaters'. Such things are children's stories, used to scare noisy little puppies into being quiet." He shot the still-struggling Cantelabra a quelling glare and the puppy wilted, going slack in Hazō's grip. Hazō didn't put him down but he slightly eased his grip on the puppy's muzzle.

    "Still," Canabisu continued, "the Arachnid are also children's stories. If one myth can prove to be real, why not two? Our Alpha felt that it would be good to investigate, if only to see if there might be an actual threat."

    Nekkar started laughing. The laughter went on, starting low and getting steadily higher.

    "You think the Eaters are the threat?" Nekkar finally asked. "Oh, little dog..." The Cat Boss shook their head. "This is far too amusing. Very well, I shall leave you to your travels." Nekkar stood up and stretched.

    "Great one," Hazō said, "if I may ask...are we likely to meet more of your children? If so, how would you like us to handle it?"

    Nekkar snorted. "I'm hardly going to herd them out of your way, now am I?"

    The Cat Boss turned and walked away, tail flirting as their body thinned into heat shimmer and vanished.

    "That wasn't an answer," Hazō grumbled.

    Canabisu sighed and lay down, a shiver traveling down his body as tension finally released.

    "I think we should sit for a bit," he said. "I definitely need a break." His saddlebag flipped open and a small paper packet floated out.

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    They traveled the rest of the day and slept on a skytower a mile in the air. In the morning Hazō woke up to the rising sun splashing across his face. He grunted and rubbed his eyes, then looked blearily around to find the rest of the party sitting near the edge of the platform. Cantelabra was sandwiched between Cangue and Canaut and the larger dog had a paw in front of the puppy to prevent him getting close to the edge. The younger dog was visibly unhappy about this but had managed to squinch himself enough to see around the paw.

    Cangue glanced back to see Hazō stirring. "Good morning, lazybones. About time you woke up."

    "Cut me some slack, Cangue. It's barely dawn."

    "How can you not want to be awake for this?!"

    Hazō looked vaguely around. "For what?"

    The tall dog looked down at Canabisu in exasperation.

    "She means that the view is truly lovely," Canabisu explained. "She's surprised that you wouldn't want to see it."

    "Huh? Oh." Hazō looked over towards where the sun's treacle fingers were petting leagues and leagues of prairie. The prairie flowed in shades of yellow and gold with small spots of greenery here and there, a living carpet from horizon to horizon. A large river and many springs wound back and forth, long ribbons of sapphire and emerald around which congregated tens of thousands of wildebeest and other animals. It was, indeed, a beautiful sight.

    Of course, it was no more beautiful than the sun rising across Gaikotsu Bay, the Kaizoku Sea, the Swamp of Not-As-Deathy-As-When-I-Was-A-Genin, or any of the other places that the team had spent the night atop a skytower. They had traveled a thousand miles from Snow to the southern isles without ever touching the ground, miles and miles of gray-green waves reduced to a flat sheet of grooved steel below. The forests of Fire Country had been an ocean of greenery with open areas for human settlements, tiny sparks of bonfires and columns of smoke rising into the sky. The dry soil and rolling sands of Wind Country, the marshes of Honey...after a time it simply became background noise.

    "I suppose it is." He stood up and stepped to the edge so that he could look down.

    "The fires went out," Canaut noted. "We'll want to watch out for ambushes again."

    Hazō tossed a trio of wooden disks off the platform. Several seconds later they touched the ground and bloomed into tiny red sparks which rapidly spread across the tall, dry grasses.

    "I wouldn't sweat it," Hazō said, covering his mouth halfway through a jaw-cracking yawn. "I need to pop back to the Human Path to check in. What do you guys want for breakfast?"

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    "Good morning, My Lord."

    "Morning, Gaku. How's it going?" He yawned. "Sorry. Yesterday was a little stressful."

    "Quite all right, My Lord. There is oatmeal with cream and honey in the seal to your left."

    "It's not from that last batch, is it? Someone needs to tell Ichiro that cloves are not a vegetable."

    "No, My Lord. Fresh this morning, and quite tasty."

    "Cool, thanks." He unsealed the oatmeal and dug in. "So," he said, gesturing with his spoon, "what's going on? How's the investigation going? How about those favors Ami gave us—or just updates from her in general? Have any clans tried to advance on our holdings or taken action immediately after the bank run? If so, what? We should look into that if we have time. Oh, and—" He caught himself and shook his head. "Sorry. I'm having some head monkeys."

    "Quite all right, sir." Gaku shuffled through his papers as an excuse to buy himself a few moments of thought. "The investigation is making some progress. Lord Haru discovered that the Hyūga were stockpiling our scrip over the course of a few weeks before the run but have found few cases of them spending it in large amounts. Approximately a week beforehand the Hagoromo started spending nothing but our scrip and the Hyūga stopped collecting it."

    Hazō raised an eyebrow. "Where did Haru hear all that?"

    "He was vague about his sources, My Lord. Would you like me to pressure him?"

    "Nah, it's fine. He can have secrets if he wants. For now, anyway. Compartmentalization isn't necessarily bad." He thought about that. "Actually...hm. Let me think on it. There might be some political concerns about the Clan Head not knowing what's going on, and it could raise his wagon factor too high."

    "...'Wagon factor', sir?"

    Hazō chuckled. "Yeah, it's the measure of how many things would go to Naraka if that person got run over by a wagon and died."

    "Ah, I see. Very droll, sir."

    Hazō rolled his eyes. "Right. Anyway, I might make an issue of it later but Haru probably wants to feel like he has some ongoing value. For now he can have his secrets although I might change that tomorrow after I've thought about it more. Anyway, the Hagoromo were spending nothing but our scrip?"

    "Yes, My Lord. For approximately a week before the bank run. We even found two records of them buying gold with it. Several million ryō worth of gold, all with scrip. From two separate goldsmiths. We have no record of them exchanging any of it with us."

    "Hm. That's not at all suspicious."

    "Indeed."

    He thought about it for a moment. "It's not conclusive. I need something I can take to Asuma. Keep digging."

    "Yes, My Lord."

    "Moving on, how is Kagome-sensei coming on that research project?"

    "He has been unable to work on it for the last few days, My Lord. One of his advanced students...Jinno, I think? Yes, Jinno. Lord Kagome is working with him on his first actual research project and they are close to a breakthrough." He looked down at his notes. "It's a...hm. A 'third-chord thermal activation chronostatic bilateral Tanaka projection'." He frowned and shook his head before dropping the paper on his lap and looking expectantly at Hazō.

    "It's a low-powered explosive activated by heat and it goes off three seconds after being triggered, meaning it doesn't have the adjustable trigger that most seals do. A good first research project." He pursed his lips in thought. "If Kagome-sensei is already letting Jinno do original research the guy must be seriously talented."

    "I gather that all of them have been working hard, My Lord."

    "I'd imagine." He shook his head in amusement. "Okay, what else? What about the favors from Ami?"

    "Lady Akane traded them to the Nara, who are currently putting together several reports for her. I haven't been given the details yet, I'm afraid. Right now she's in meetings with the Inuzuka. She sends her apologies for missing you, but she's been trying to get this meeting for days and this was the only slot they had available before Friday."

    "It's fine," he said, smiling to cover the stab of sadness at not seeing her. The report to Cannai was complete and Hazō needed to get back to the Seventh Path in the next few minutes. He was already feeling guilty about this stealing this time with Gaku to get reports on the clan's business.

    "Regarding your earlier question, My Lord: No, there have been no attempts on our holdings, although other clans have been rather standoffish. Not the Nara or their block—they have been quite open and friendly—but the rest of the clans. Well, aside from the Sarutobi. At Lady Akane's suggestion I approached their steward about a joint business venture into paper making. They were welcoming, open to the idea, and have been following up. No one else has approached us and requests for meetings have been put off. Always with a reasonable excuse but it's become a pattern. The meeting with the Inuzuka was the first break in the wall."

    "Hm. Probably waiting to see what we do after the bank run and they don't want to get dragged in."

    "I believe, My Lord, that we may have alarmed some people with our reaction to the Hagoromo's earlier insult against Lady Keiko."

    Hazō grinned with teeth. "Good."

    "Indeed, sir. Lady Akane has handled all of the day-to-day affairs so I have nothing urgent for you. The skyslider project continues and is making incremental progress. The team have discovered a ritual which convinces the spirits to bear the sliders somewhat farther and somewhat straighter before sending them spinning into the ground." He checked his notes. "Apparently it involves two bells and burning some herbs? I'm unclear on the details."

    Hazō shrugged. "As long as it works, that's all I care about. How about the koi?"

    "They are growing larger and seem in good health."

    Hazō sighed and pushed himself to his feet. "Sounds good. Thanks for keeping all the plates spinning, Gaku. I need to get back."

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    They waited until mid-morning before climbing down so that the ground beneath them would have a chance to cool. Even then, Hazō brought them down on an angle, taking significant extra time in exchange for traveling more distance in the safety of the air.

    They walked along, half a mile behind the flame front, and shortly before night they saw it: The border of Cat Territory. On the Human Path the border would have been a line on a map, its position uncertain. Here on the Seventh Path it was clear: There was a river, perhaps a mile wide and halfway across it the sky became a sickly yellow-green that seemed to suck away the light.

    Thirty yards from the riverbank the ground became sandy enough that the grasses had died out and there was nothing to burn. The team crossed through the last smolders and flickers of flame and walked to the river's edge. They stopped and considered.

    The water was wide and surprisingly fast-moving for such a massive expanse, flowing to the south. Hazō bent down and tasted it.

    "Salt," he said. "This isn't a river, it's part of the ocean." He looked north and south; the water stretched out of sight in both directions. "Either the continent ends here or this is a massive inlet."

    "North, south, or across," Cangue said. "North and south keep us in Cat Territory. The Boss was surprisingly non-aggressive for such a bunch of jerks but I can't help but think some of the littler ones might not like us too much."

    "What's that in the water?" Canaut asked, gesturing with his chin.

    Hazō looked where the dog was pointing and frowned. What he had assumed to be chop, or perhaps some barely-submerged obstacle, was moving slowly. There were multiple patches like that, scattered over an area a hundred yards long and thirty or forty wide. Whatever was down there was either absolutely enormous or there were a lot of them.

    "Would one of you who have the eyes of youth tell me what that brown smudge on the opposite bank is?" Canabisu asked.

    Hazō looked where Canabisu indicated but couldn't make it out.

    "That," Canaut said, "is a spider. And it's at least as big as the Alpha."




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    • Well, the Cat boss was surprisingly reasonable. Now I'm waiting for the shoe to drop and Nekkar to maul it into very tiny pieces…
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    Ah. Spiders. Right then, what we need is to make a seal to produce collimated light, then find a way to project it on the spiders. Cat problem and bug problem, solved.
     
    So we have spiders on the opposite bank a mile away, and something unknown lurking in the water? I think we should get a better look at the creatures in the bay, and then if they look nasty, drop some explosives in the inlet. Shock waves are insanely dangerous underwater. Assuming explosive tags kill via shock wave, that should take care of any hostiles in the vicinity. Do we have any waterproofed explosives? Kagome has wood disks that should be fine. If we don't have any on hand we could hop back to the Human Path for a sec and grab some.
     
    Ideas that come to mind include having an Earth Clone walk around and see if whatever's in the water is hostile or not, and just using Skytowers to hop our way above the enemy. Or we could go North, but I'm unsure if that Arachnid is in their territory or if they're fleeing.
     
    eaglejarl said:
    "Indeed, sir. Lady Akane has handled all of the day-to-day affairs so I have nothing urgent for you. The skyslider project continues and is making incremental progress. The team have discovered a ritual which convinces the spirits to bear the sliders somewhat farther and somewhat straighter before sending them spinning into the ground." He checked his notes. "Apparently it involves two bells and burning some herbs? I'm unclear on the details."
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    We need to ask the Nara if T-Tests and other statistical methods exist yet. It would be great for the researchers to know which of their methods just look like they're getting better results due to random chance.
     
    Sir Stompy said:
    So we have spiders on the opposite bank a mile away, and something unknown lurking in the water? I think we should get a better look at the creatures in the bay, and then if they look nasty, drop some explosives in the inlet. Shock waves are insanely dangerous underwater. Assuming explosive tags kill via shock wave, that should take care of any hostiles in the vicinity. Do we have any waterproofed explosives? Kagome has wood disks that should be fine. If we don't have any on hand we could hop back to the Human Path for a sec and grab some.
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    The shapes in the water are probably another summon clan, possibly the sharks. Let's at least try diplomacy before we explode them all.

    We should also try to signal to the arachnid somehow that we want to talk.
     
    Make a earth clone throw some raw meat into the water while we stay s little farther away, if the sharks come to talk we can attend diplomacy. Somehow I doubt that they are sharks, the previous arachnid canai found was severely maul but something else.maybe they areKrakens or killer whales but that it's just my wishful thinking.
     
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