Post by BlacKitten on Aug 15, 2017 17:04:32 GMT -5
Mission 10★★★☆☆Somehow you’ve ended up babysitting, but the kid in question is a notorious escape artist despite being so young. Protect the child at all costs; else you might have to deal with their parents’ wrath...
In the placid seas of the Calm Belt, there existed a small island located near the New World; it was known as Memory Peak. Under the scorching hot sun, luscious shades of green covered the landscape, but despite the pleasing scenery, he dwelled mostly within the shadows of the jungle’s shade. The intensive, fiery heat radiated from both the skies and the unprotected ground. As it was the peak of summer, any motivation to maneuver quickly shivered up.
Despite the wildlife surrounding him, his visit wasn’t without the risk of being spotted. Past the shores and within the jungle itself, there was black steel bordering around the perimeter of the land with stationed guards keeping surveillance on the ocean. Unsure of how things operated on this island, he bypassed the security by disguising himself as a little bat, and he had kept a low presence ever since his infiltration. His high-level of cautious was further justified by the fact that the towering fences –around a hundred meters tall- were coated with Sea Prism Stone, an alarming fact.
Every one thousand feet along the perimeter was a watch post, each with a dozen of soldiers. Had it not been for his power of flight, he would have no chance of reaching the other side. It wasn’t as simple as just flying over the fence that could dwarf a literal giant. He had to reach great altitudes to appear as a speck in the sky just for precaution before diving into the deep jungle. While the focus of the guarding figures was towards the seas, they ought to be aware of what’s above them. But, in case any of them could utilize sensory-based haki, he needed to keep his distance.
Before he could even set one foot on the land, he could already suspect the extreme level of dangers on this island. The outmost line of security was already more intense than any marine bases that he had ever encountered.
The unruly mess of branches, trunks, and roots obstructed his path. As he traveled inland, the ground would decline along a rough slope. It felt as if he was descending into a giant crater. He wasn’t alone in this jungle; he could sense many creatures lurking about. The sound of their breaths and the rustling of leafs, he could hear them all despite some being several hundred meters away from his spot. Nimbly and swiftly, he slipped through the tight openings, weaving about with his tiny airborne body as his wings repeatedly flapped to sustain his continuous motion.
There were far too many beasts around him; to save himself the potential trouble of running into them, he purposely took the safest route by avoiding them altogether. First that ridiculously high fence coated with sea prism stone at every square inch and now the presence of wild, dangerous creatures around him, this was definitely not an ordinary island.
This place is extremely dangerous... Is this because I’m close to the New World?
His purpose for being here was to fulfil a very straightforward task. However, what was up with this island and its overkilling precautious? How much did it cost to construct that sea-prism coated fence? One wrong move and this supposedly simple job could go very wrong.
Tsk..., it’s so hot... and I’m not entirely sure of the layout of this island.
Hanging upside down off of a branch, he waited and stalled for his body to cool down. Having a dark coating of fur certainly did not help, but this was the safest form to sustain if he wishes to blend with the environment.