A choice has been made!

Spoiler: The Mountain of Choice is...

[X] Rocky Mountains: Canada

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We have chosen well

"It's the Rocky's. Like, definitely, the Rocky's." You spoke out loud as you nodded to yourself, as you prepped your Bot's to load up gear for the frozen cold, along with sets of flares, bear repellent, and a syrup chamber, because you'd be damned if you weren't piping some hot, syrupy hot chocolate as you trekked through a mountainside.

"Ah? Is that what they are called now? I only remember the delightful treats I found when I last went over to melt the winter wonderland. There truly was something wonderful about watching red flames searing through the green landscape as one enjoys a sticky bun." Wuya seemed to reminisce, making you twitch both at the casual description of what was surely a genocide, and at how casual she was.

"Hey, why be so vague anyway. I thought you wanted me getting every Wu I can as fast as I can." You pointed out as you closed the compartment you were stuffing, listening to the airlock seal activate.

Wuya made a small shrug motion, floating past where Konatsu and Koga were arguing whether to bring extra snacks or spare knives. Fun.

"The Thrill of the Hunt can be just as rewarding as taking down One's Quarry. If it were a Shen Gong Wu of some importance, or extreme use such as the Hodoku Mouse, or Sapphire Dragon, I would be shrieking loud enough to echo through your very Soul. But you have been making admirable progress with what you have found, along with not immediately dying upon meeting Oro. Sure, I could have done without you having acquired what you call a 'tramp stamp' during said time, but we can't always be happy." Wuya explained with a sniggering laugh, even as you dropped what you had been holding,

"I have a WHAT!" You shreiked as you jumped to a wall, calling a mirror to check yourself with and pulling down your pants enough to see.

...Son of a bitch. There was a tattoo of a tree taking up part of your lower back down to the left ass cheek.

How long had that been there? How had you not noticed that before. Fuck the apparently not as important Wu, this was a priority that needed addressing!

Wuya again just kept laughing, even as Konatsu averted their eyes and Koga began lamenting the marring of your baby soft skin, which you didn't even know where to get started on.

"Oro has a habit of writing on things he find interesting that he can't just take. Be glad he chose somewhere usually covered, and not your forehead." The literal Witch cackled, finally going out of view into her own little flight compartment.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, but it didn't help at all. The headache was already there.

"Alright, I'm heading out then. Koga, in the result of my untimely death, take care of Konatsu. Konatsu, if I die, make sure Koga doesn't burn down Canada. See you in a while." You waved as you set what you thought to be the correct flight path for mystical adventure.

"Ha! Like you'd be allowed to die that easily, the Young Master truly has finally started to get a sense of humor not ripped from the internet! I'm so proud!" Koga laughed with his head thrown back, even as he grabbed Konatsu from where they seemed to be trying to sneak onto the plane.

"And where do you think YOU'RE going? Such sloppy Ninjutsu, I will not tolerate it! Come, while the Young Master attempts to go on a mystical journey as an excuse to find pretty girls and good food, I shall teach you to erase the smallest specks of dust!" Koga bolstered, as Konatsu fought in vain to escape the man's grip, eventually giving up and hanging limply in his powerful grip, pouting.

"Mouu, fine, as you say Koga-Sensei." Was the last thing you heard as the cockpit closed and you rocketed into the sky. Honestly, you were kind of glad to leave them both behind for a bit. And that Koga caught them before they actually got into the cargo hold. When you said it was air-tight while in flight, you MEANT it.

Still though, as within the hour you approached the breathtaking view of the Northern Rocky Mountains, and heard Wuya's carrying whispers of confirmation, you felt yourself relax in your chair at bit more at having chosen 'correctly'.

Though was anything really a wrong choice? The semi-philosophical question rattled through your head as you landed...

[] Near a Summit: Very Cold, Very Green, Bitterly Sweet, Not the Most Stable, Great View

[] A Small Town: Still Cold, Not Very Green, Pretty Sweet, Gets Attention

[] A Winter Forest: Pretty Cold, Fairly Green, Naturally Sweet, Hidden From View

CHOOSE 1 OF THE ABOVE

And there goes the second half. Good to get things moving, and nice deductions.