☭Lilya may not have felt regret but her cowardly nature was beginning to fracture at her faith built confidence. The fact that nothing was happening was worse than her hand being locked into place and chopped off. 'Totally wouldn't have happened... obviously... thank the stars it didn't happen.' She thought to herself while nothing happened after her valiant and heroic acceptance of her trial. She took a shaky breath escaped her thin lips as relief began to enter her body. That all changed when the sound attacked. It was loud, perhaps too loud as pain jolted through the nerves in her feline ears. Yer she made no move to cover her ears from the pain. This was a trail of faith in her mind, removing her hand for worldly desires would be a failure in her eyes. The door in front of her vibrated while light invaded the eerily dark hallway. It came from behind. A wall of purple flames coming from the stairs she just climbed. All of this however as ignored as her mind's eyes focused onto the spiritual voices. They sounded pained almost as if they were being tortured into wailing. Tearful emotions swelled in her heart as she mourned their suffering. She was only grounded back in reality as her hand was no longer resting on anything. The door had opened ever so slightly. Allowing for a peep hole of sorts. She stared into the void in front of her.
The darkness that existed in front of her was unnatural. Despite the overwhelming light behind her none pierced the darkness, not even her feline eyes had the ability to peer through it. It wasn't just unnatural it was terrifying. Her eyes squeezed into thin slits as her body began to tremble in fear. It was staring back at her. The darkness without eyes was molesting her form as if it knew ever little thing about her. Her face began to shade pink as the pressure of hatred towards her triggered her own feelings of self loathing. She felt like complete garbage. She wasn't worthy to believe in her gods. To even have dared to show faith for them was a sin. Her existence was a sin, a walking abomination of science. She wanted to spew her guts but remained on her feet and continued gazing into absolute fear. She wasn't just the scared chimera. She was her monastery. She didn't take this challenge of her faith because she was prideful, she took it because she wanted to show the beast that her faith in the spirits was more than just her own. Her family cared just as much as her. She bit her lip until it began to bleed as she attempted to reach through the darkness only to be jump scared by a sudden face. She let out a pitiful shrill of a scream. A handsome man now shouted at her in a language she could barely understand. It wasn't foreign to her it just wasn't something she was formally trained in.
She knew some of the words from her healing session: Shadow and darkness. However she had never heard the word Shadow being used like one would a name. The emotion the man used singled that one word out as important. And just like that he was gone. From the flames behind her a unnatural bang distracted her from the door, tearing her eyes from the consuming darkness and into a new distortion of light. It was like looking through a window. Suddenly she could see something that shouldn't be seen. Behind the plane of glass was an abomination of nature and science and something even worse. Someone like her. From what she could make out at least. They seemed to have ears like her own. Whether natural or forced onto them it was a shocking sight. The memories of her darkest times locked her into place. Could they be another experiment of the shinobi that ruined her? Fear was instantly replaced with worry for her fellow man she saw two more bastardized creatures sneaking up on them. "Нет!!! Behind you!" She shouted off the top of her lungs. Her knees almost giving out the longer she stared at the chimeric creatures. She was a coward as much as she wanted to rush to their aid she could only gather the courage to warn them. Her feline claws dug into her chest as her hear began to race faster and faster. Her chest heaved the quicker she began to breath. She wanted to stay with her back against the door she wanted to be as far away from that can of emotional worms as possible. But before she knew it she was raising her blade with an un easy hand and charging forward. 'Protect the weak! Heal the souls! Heal the weak! PROTECT THEIR SOULS!' She was shouting in her mind. Her body was moving. Against her hearts will her role as a priestess over writ her personal needs. "SPIRITS GUIDE MY HAND. GAIA EMBRACE ME IN YOUR COURAGE! PYRE FUEL MY MUSCLES! TEMPEST GUIDE MY AIM!" She shouted as her body passed through the vortex. Her nausea seemed to overwhelm her body the moment she crossed that threshold. Bile threatened to escape her mouth as she charged the pair of creatures that scared her so much. Blade lowering in an attempt to decapitate one of the abominations. Chakra Pool:: [065 //100] Stamina Pool:: [060 //100]
Quote "Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying 'time heals all wounds' is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.” :: Patrick Rothfuss Liliya's ThemeNieR: Automata - Weight of the World
Yanko wasn't the most a genius of any sort, but he was beginning to understand a correlation to the heat that he was feeling to the distance that he was to the fruit. Even if the heat wasn't coming from the sun as he was used to in the Desert Country, he could only assume that either the heat was coming from those fruit or the trees. Something would make his original idea of getting nourishment, may only hurt him in the end.
But Yanko's failed idea attempt was stymied further when there was -- to not be too cliche-- a disturbance in the force of Yanko's surroundings. He turned his head to look around and see what was the cause of this shuffling behind him see a... titanic beast. Truth be told, that was all he needed to do a series of simple nods with a mental "Nope" being recited in his mind. There was no reason for him to remain is a place of such desolation, if not further, that desolation housing a colossal beast! Not to mention that said beast was furthermore having chains that, Yanko could only assume, was meant to keep it held down. Something it obviously failed in doing.
That would be when Yanko decided that he had enough strength in his body that he could hopefully adequately move throughout the terrain without issue of needing of substance too soon. Whatever it was, this place wasn't for him. That, and he had family to look over. His younger siblings that he....could only wonder what has happened to since he was lost in the void of nothingness. Something that in all honesty, he had to question where he was. Something that wasn't going to get answered here... With a retreating back pedal -- swiftly but with caution to avoid the being-being aware of his presence, Yanko attempted to make his escape of this place. Any direction that wasn't going towards the direction of that gargantuan creature.
Passives: • Silver-Tongued – 10% Increase to all ranked mission outcomes.
• Deep Gypsy Roots [+5 to Maximum Custom Jutsu's, that pertain to the Medium Class]
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Lanfaer
I didn't know if I was close enough to Mag's character so I excluded hearing the scream. ^^; Just wanted to mention just so it was made aware that I'm not ignoring or anything!
tab With haste did Yanko begin to move, running away from the grand beast that resided over and around him. Safety and security were on the forefront of his mind as he charged into the distance parallel to the forest and mountains, trying for a clear path that lay away from the horrors he was witnessing. And as he walked the wind seemed to cool, with sweat finally beginning to spill upon his dessicated flesh. The breeze continue to cool almost rapidly as he moved, perhaps giving the impression that the right path had been taken? Perhaps not, however, as the air before him ripples and buckles in the same way a sheet of paper does as it is balled within one's fist. With a muffled fump of displaced air the a single whole punches into existence alongside the sound of tearing as a bright light appears in the center and wrenches open. The world screams in protest, spilling wind from the tunnel as a cool, fresh wind blows through what appears to be a pair of doors, side by side, sectioned off by a single emerald line. tab On one side a young woman in a kimono and a fellow with red spiky hair that defies gravity are seen dodging what could only be described as some evil, psychotic narrator's wet dream of horror: a creature that looks part goat, part Elder God, with vines growing from its eye sockets brandishing it's orbs aloft. Twin metal arms extend from a mechanical apparatus from its back, each tipped with a large circular saw that whines with fury. It is raised on its hind legs where what look to be scaled leeches pour from hundreds of holes open in its pregnant stomach, and passed the holes appear to be eyes ringed with teeth that open and close like mouths. tab In the other a large pit in the earth dominates the view, with humans moving about, cutting down trees and using jutsu to form the earth and trees into homes and shelters. An old man pours over a book upon a rudimentary stone bench, while a man dressed in foliage directs people to action. Nearby a crystal much like his own erupts, spilling a new person upon the edge of the pit where they now knelt, confusion plain upon their face. tab Both portals beckon, with one needing help but the other promising some manner of peace and order. Which would he pick, if any?
Yank believed that he was making the most rational move that anyone at his lack of skill would, upon seeing a giant creature. That and the heat that he was just consistently weighing upon his body, was what he felt like in the heat of the moment -- no pun intended -- a proper recourse to waking up in essential hell. For the first moment that his feet started traveling towards the exit and he made it to the point that the heat merely was upon his back which -- even then once he reached enough of a distance -- was able to find himself freed to catch his breath and enjoy the feeling of what felt like pure air, Yanko kneeled over a little to let out labored pants. "The hell is going on here? First my family is missing. I'm in a dream only to be catapulted out and witness...." Yanko looked over his shoulder towards the area he just ran from, "...whatever that was.."
Taking the time to wipe his crown from sweat with his jacket sleeve, the youth would try to figure out his way to civilization. To start getting his bearings in this world enough to slowly work himself back towards his family and people. But just as his heart began to beat at a slower pace, his emerald eyes widened as the very fabric of reality -- at least to him -- began to be contorted and skewed right before his very eyes. Forming a religious symbol across his chest, Yanko muttered a soft prayer under his breath to what he was seeing; if not giving profucious apologies to his deity if not bargaining, "C'mon God, it was only a couple stolen apples here 'n there. Do I really deserve hell for that?" He said, half amazed by what he was seeing as he was trying to figure out what was his next course of action. Run back into that suffocating heat with few supplies and a titanic creature or go through these...portals? One side gave view of what Yanko could only deem as horror combating what Yanko couldn't even believe was possible. It felt like something he'd read upon a comic strip when his family had enough money to buy it... or the impatient youth swiped it. On the other side was less impressive but...was far more peaceful. Relaxing. Kindly. The people he saw were obviously using Doton or...Earth style he believes. It was no uncommon to the people of the Desert country to become and hold such abilities over mother nature. But what really attracted him was the allure of peace. A place that with his skill-set, he could surely make a living enough to understand what kind of place that he was... of by the Goddess this was a lot to take in....
... but adrenaline was pumping. The fight of flight aspect of Yanko was kicking to quite at quite a level. Dare he go into... whatever plane of existence lay before him? Or stay in the plane that he was before? On one hand there was potential but why did the "world" scream when the portals opened up? As if they weren't meant to be exposed to him? But on the other side looked like a place for peace.... but what peace was there, if his family wasn't there to enjoy it? That would be more hell than where he was currently. On the other side was a nightmare. People flying? A creature that, with a person who only knew of the "magics" or jutsu, of his people, may get in the way more than actually assist the combatants. It would be better to leave them to their own fate, wouldn't it? It isn't like they are struggling. "But..." Yanko looked back to what laid behind him and chewed his lip in worry, "...what truly lies for me here?" He thought to himself before sighing a little at this conflict. It was times like this that he'd rather just... pretend he was back within whatever illusion that he started with. Fake that he was, it seemed like any choice that he would make would be a lose-lose decision.
"Mom and Dad...would want me to help them..." Tomoe thought to himself, thinking that even as people made the most heinous and outrageous stories about his family and false allegations about them...his father would still break a piece of bread for a person that was poor; even if his family was barely making it themselves. The bed-time stories his parents would read about good people that do nothing but watch when something heinous has occurred or happened... and simply watched. Are the general populace of the race of man comprised of nothing but cowards? That the reason the disparity of the worlds was due to those that would move are ruling and those that would argue about a fire while their house burns around them simply existing to be led? To follow. Manipulated. And kept ignorant or woefully in bliss until they too decide to step. Yanko didn't like it.... but it was he that began to head towards the portal that had the nightmarish amalgamation of creatures going after the flying couple. As Yanko began to place his hands into a seal, he began to harness what little energy he had within his body as he breathed through his nose while thinking of his family with each seal being made. Configuring his chakra to only one technique that was offensive enough to hopefully cause some chaos to the horror, "I promise I'll find you all...The Lewes family always takes care of each other..."
...And with that, eyes locked on to the targets that began to spill from the beasts stomach and if the portal wasn't insidious in it's presentation to the youth, the moment that Yanko passed and his lungs were full of air he'd take a single authoratative step forward to create foundation as he exhaled while yelling in his mind, Fire Style: Mystical Fire Flame Technique!" And with that, a series of flames would be launched from his cupped lips for aiming and a crowd of fire balls would be sent towards the horror-creature's birthed "children" and itself. Hoping purely, that by his act of surprise, could at the very least cause enough damage or distraction, to have the two that were flying about to runaway or regroup.
Passives: • Silver-Tongued – 10% Increase to all ranked mission outcomes.
• Deep Gypsy Roots [+5 to Maximum Custom Jutsu's, that pertain to the Medium Class]
Techniques Used: nk: C Strength: D Speed: B Description: Katon • Housenka no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Fire Element. The Shinobi does the necessary hand seals and then emits a series of small fire balls. The Shinobi can also hurl a projectile which is covered in these same flames. To the opponent the attack appears to be only the balls of flame, they do not see the hidden threat within
tab The air contorted at his presence as he approached the horror show before him. One step was all it took and between one breath and the next the portal around him warped, bending. The universe screamed within his ears, and yet as he stepped through all of creation seemed to freeze in place. It was difficult to tell, of course, but to Yanko's sixth sense, Chakra, it was obvious that this stillness included both his breath and his heart. Around him his perception told him that there was a black, endless void that extended for untold depths in all directions, with only the portal before him and behind him to give some end to the darkness. Yet as the silence grew, as the stillness stretched, there came a voice to his ear. It was difficult to see the owner of that voice given its position off to the side, just barely at the edges of his vision, but short hair and glowing emerald eyes that seemed to bear multiple facets, like a gemstone, stared at him. The clanking of chains, the dripping of blood on stone accompanied the voice as it spoke in tones of pain, worry, and sorrow. "Find Shadowseeker, young man. Find him, and tell him the dead come. Tell him the portal must be opened and the way made clear else the world will feel the weight and might of the dead. Find him, find the others. Prepare." With that, something slid into his hand, and suddenly the fire was erupting from his mouth, blasting forward at the target that even now worked to defend itself from the flaming fans.
Panthers7
Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2018 7:21 pm
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tab[+150 Experience for actions taken and keeping to one's character. Add Bone Dagger (Snipe) to your list of items on your character, with no durability.]
☭It had been a few months now, a few months since the chronic coward had thrown away her chance of living like a person again. It would have been easy to just stay in those apartments she had been warped to. Blending in with the group of misfits and helping foster the community while spreading her abilities of spirit healing for the betterment of others. There was a lot she could have done; however couldn't handle the eyes. Even excluding the ever piercing eyes of Zuu the simple side glances the people would give her... lets just say all she saw in their eyes was disgust, whether it was real or not. In reality no one was looking at her any different then they would at any other person. They were all misfits being jammed together, some just handled it better. She hadn't even said goodbye to the small collection she new. She did what all scaredy cats do: she ran. She had lasted only a half week. Her stomach was knotted as she vanished in the middle of the night, leaving behind her potential friend. Leaving behind the safety of numbers. Leaving behind her chance at normalcy. All because she couldn't take the pressure of their gazes. So she wandered the vast and rather inhospitable lands she had woken to. Everything was left in ruin. Whatever had happened to the world when she slumbered it hadn't been good for Gaia's blessings. It could have been that reason the spirits had been so quiet to her. She could only ever hear the passing whispers on the winds changing her course. Her faith in the spirits was all that kept her going as she got farther and farther away from the apartment city.
She survived for those few months alone. It was what a selfish creature deserved. Every time she thought back on the city she could only see the disappointed face of Zuu and the rest. Thats what kept her from going back when the going went tough. She couldn't face them. She was a weakling. Her diminished muscles and weak bones took what little confidence she had earned as a young adult. To the wandering abomination of science the Chronovores had stolen more from her then likely they had from anyone else. They had regressed her body back to just when she was starting to be able to walk again. Every step she made in this new world was painful, her scrawny muscles burned with every stretch forward. Having part of her stolen once again only added fuel to the fire the doctor had started when he made her what she is now. She had lost her confidence. She had lost her will. She had lost her self respect. She was all the bit a weak little girl she was when she was originally sixteen. The only thing they hadn't stolen was her faith. Her faith that the elements still required her aid. Faith that the spirits around her might someday be healed. Faith that she had a reason to exist. It kept her walking as the pain grew. No matter how many times she collapsed into a crumpled pile of limbs she got back up. Usu'vurik still needed her. That faith is how she managed to return to the forest of metallic trees and razor sharp grass. She had complete trust in the spirits... In her gods and their many messengers. Her faith was rewarded as the blistering sun was blotted out by the walking mountain itself. It was exactly where she had left it. A blessing since she had no way of finding it otherwise.
A small smile found its way on her weary face. Her face had seen better days, it was covered in small lines of blue crystal. One for every time she had collapsed, no one for every time she stood up. The washed up priestess did a small bow after she finished taking in the sight of Usu'vurik. "Ah... I'm h-home." She announced, before taking a step forward. She nearly fell face first again but she gripped her knees and locked them in place as she caught her breath. "I'm sorry I t-took so long..." Her lungs burned every time she forced out a word. She didn't let it stop her. A little more pain was nothing if she could be useful to one of her gods' emissaries. So she powered forward on jell-o legs, to the entrance she had used the first time. She had to marvel at it for a small moment. The once rather messy water falling from the titans leg was now a healed splotch of land, a small spring surrounded by actual grass... all in the middle of a field of knife grass and magma orbs. 'Truly the blessings of Gaia.' She thought before stepping into the staircase. It was different from the first time, she felt a pressure on her chest the second her foot touched the stone. Like she was drowning on dry land. Something was waiting for her. Her trial hadn't been completed. She thought the trial was helping the... other abomination of science. Her mind went reeling as the sight of what was behind that door invaded her. The abyss. The void. The end. She stopped in place as she looked at her surroundings. She had already arrived at the hallway, despite just having stepped into the staircase. 'How long was I...?' She thought momentarily before feline eyes locked onto the door she had left behind. Stumbling forward darkness began enveloping her fragile spark of a soul, nipping at her heels as she walked to the hand print. "Vengeful mother of the primeval flame. Forge my resolve. Dispose of my cowardly soul as I follow in your guiding hand. Become my being as I shed my self. Scorch my flesh with your embrace. Pyre let it be reborn." The prayer left her lips before she had even realized she was speaking, before she had realized her hand was once again placed into that still strangely snug fit of a hand print, before her mind could scare her. She had asked for Gaia's guidance protection the first time. This time she sough Pyre's courage. "I once again accept."
[ooc: Lets go for round 2 Lan] Chakra Pool:: [300 //300] Stamina Pool:: [150 //150]
Quote "Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying 'time heals all wounds' is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.” :: Patrick Rothfuss Liliya's Themehalf•alive - still feel
Lanfaer
Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2019 6:15 pm
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tab The weight upon her chest never let up, even as she pressed her palm into the imprint within the door. Once more the world fileld with strange whisperings, ancient power and an eternity of living magic. The silver and gold pillars and the golden doors cracked and creaked in reaction to their movements. Once more the shadows of the neverwere and the haunted wails of the great abyss welled up in response to her presence. Once it had creaked open, barely allowing more than the glimpse of a figure both young and old that had given her a warning, a command, a question. tab Perhaps the reality that she had failed in that quest would be lost on her. tab As the doors widened there came a voice from the darkness, something in the vein of a whisper and yet with the conversational tone of a relaxed evening. "You return, young one," came the voice from beyond the cracked doors, barely open a meter across now. "I had expected you to flee after such a fright that you fail to return. Admirable." A pair of emerald eyes appeared at human height, with strips of darkness flickering about to obscure parts almost like...like hair, shifting in a breeze. At the thing's voice rising to speak the strange noises fell away to replaced by an echoing calm. "Worry not, young Priestess. While we converse there shall be no danger here."
☭To say that the previous attempt at opening the ornate door had prepared her would have been a flat out lie. She knew what awaited her but it still shook her Pyre granted resolve to its very core. The wailing was far from as loud as her first attempt as it wasn't so much a sudden loud shock as it was a gut wrenching moaning. Her feline eats folded flat against the top of her head in an attempt to mute it. What felt far worse then before was the abyssal sea of black void that she stared deep into. Devoid of all light despite the dull glow of flicking lights behind her, every speck of light was absorbed into nothing when it crossed the doors threshold. She bit down on her lip as the abyss began consuming her. It felt as if she had walked through the threshold and had the door closed behind her. She felt alone, so very alone, in that moment. Nothing to comfort her from the abyss eroding at her mind. Liliya began mumbling small chants and prays to her patron deities as a way of keeping her cowardly nature from forcing her to flee. Faith held her in place and her mind focused. It was in those small moments of being embraced by the abyss that a figure had formed out of the limitless nothing. A paradoxical figure of a humanoid design that carried both youth and profound age in its featureless features. Staring at this thing filled the small girls chest with a guilt so heavy it threatened to buckle her knees. Yet her mind couldn't figure out why... the figure was familiar but at the same time she had absolutely no memory of something that looked like it. Her body began shaking uncontrollably as the figure bore into her very existence searching for something. In a merciful second the wailing of the abyss had silenced. The figure that was strangling her lungs had vanished before her eyes... and in its place was two strange eyes. Humanoid in shape but containing two beautiful gemstones of emerald hues that could make even the richest jeweler drool.
The being had begun to speak to her as she lost herself in the gemstone like eyes. Its voice was calming, like someone was whispering directly into her ears despite the distance between her and it. It spoke to her as if it knew of her. 'When you stare into the abyss the abyss stares back.' Echoed through her head as it continued to speak. Had this been the presence she had observed the first time she cracked the door open? Was it a spirit she had cleansed in her time? Was it just her mind playing a cruel trick again? Whatever the answer truly was she was sure to find out. AS it finished announcing that she was in safe hands it took on a sort of shape to its void of a being. Shadows surrounded the emerald hues as if long strands of hair were flowing through the windless nothing. There was an expectant silence lingering between them, having taken the cat a solid minute to pick up on the obvious social queue. "Ah! I'm s-sorry!" She managed to squeek out quickly, "I a-am Liliya V-Volkov... a priestess as y-you say..." She forced her stiff body to do a curtsy of sorts all while her stationary hand remained just that: stationery. She swallowed down her concerns of well being with a loud gulp before straightening up. Her flattened ears perking up to attention as she opened her mouth before closing it once again to take another moment to think of her words. "Are y-you... okay...? This abyss w-weighs heavy on ones s-soul. Are y-you being trapped in this.... wh-whatever this is?" Her face if it could be truly seen by the thing in front of her was filled with a deep concern, not for her self but for her new acquaintance. It was a sorrowed face, like she was about to burst into sloppy tears for abyssal creatures sake. Her instincts to help those in need were being kicked into overdrive by her Pyre granted courage. "What should I call you...?" She asked softly. Her voice was carried like a mother speaking to her small child. Her trademarked stutter™ was very much absent in her final question. Her concern to protect herself had been shelved for this thing behind the door. Chakra Pool:: [300 //300] Stamina Pool:: [150 //150]
Quote "Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying 'time heals all wounds' is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.” :: Patrick Rothfuss Liliya's Themehalf•alive - still feel
Lanfaer
Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 12:57 pm
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tab The pair of eyes in the darkness crinkled up at the corners, a sign of amusement or concern without the rest of the face to tell for certain. Yet as she watched the darkness spread, the shadow within the void, forming the vague shape of some human being, though missing much from the waist down. The body turned slightly, evidenced by the left eye taking on an ovular shape. "A strange question, young lady," it began, its voice masculine in sound despite its lack of defining features. "But one that gives credit to your character. No, I must admit I am in no danger. I have come to talk to you, that is all, for you have braved much to return here. And I would know why." The tone remained pleasant, friendly, and at the end...curious. He wanted to know but for no ill will, it hinted. Just merely a question, perhaps to pass the time? tab tab
☭In her short life as priestess Liliya had come to the aid of countless people seeking guidance. She had come to know many different people. Many different types of people. This being dancing around her questions was nothing she hadn't come across. Everyone has secrets... especially those who are no longer physically bound. So while there may have been countless possible reasons to avoid telling a name or at the very least giving a moniker, it gave her insight that it may or may not have been trying to give her. A name is a powerful thing. It can be used a power. It can be used to safeguard. It can also be used to bind. This is why most spirits avoiding giving something so powerful away as without a shell to protect them a name can rend them completely if misused. To her there was a strong reason to believe this creature behind the door was indeed a spirit. Some might say it would be obvious by the appearance but the realm of mortals is full of beings capable of fooling ones eyes. This distinction was powerful for the frail girl. She wasn't afraid of the long dead. If anything her compassion for them was far stronger. The catgirl let out a happy sigh when the being told her it was not in any harm. "Thank goodness! It does my heart well to hear such my friend," A content smile spread across her mouth as tiny droplets of happy tears sprinkled down her scabbed cheeks, "My reasons for coming back to Usu'vurik...?"
The small girl lifted her free hand to her chin in a cupping motion as she pondered for a moment. She could do many of things in that moment to gain some sort of upper hand or gain some insight into the abyssal being. After all whatever this door was it had the guise of a trial of sorts. A trial has to be conquered if one is to move on. It may have been a smarter thing to follow this line of thinking but the priestess never claimed to be intelligent, she followed her fractured heart in all things. "I'm afraid it may look negatively on me... I am here for my own selfish reasons. I am not from this time... This body I walk in is not my own, it is a vestige of my past. When I had awoken in this world in this body my despair rotted at the little soul I have left. When my primal urges for life had managed to free me the one who attempted to take it I came to a wall so massive I couldn't possibly dream of escaping further. I was trapped..." She paused for a moment her eyes looked distant as she was talking as if she was being consumed back into her despair, "However in that moment the beings I dedicated my life to serving gave me hope as they always do. Usu'vurik was that hope. A gift from the mother Gaia. It answered to my request for freedom. I offered my servitude to Usu'vurik no matter how small and insignificant it may end up being. I assumed the portal leading to that cursed building was a request from this walking titan of mud and soil. I would gladly sacrifice this shell of flesh in service to my faith. I returned so I may do it for as long as my body allows." The girl was smiling with more than her simple lips, instead it grew deep from her amber eyes. Her eyes landed back onto creature watching from beyond her realm of understanding and nodded. "I am here to use this malnourished, frail, and broken body to aid the being known as Usu'vurik. I am doing what I always do, what I greedily do, ease the souls of others... because its the only thing that eases mine." The tears dripping down her cheeks had quickened towards the end like she had opened a long sealed bottle overflowing with a dark emotion. Her shoulders felt light talking to someone about it. It had been some time since she was in the company of what she perceived as a spirit. Chakra Pool:: [300 //300] Stamina Pool:: [150 //150]
Quote "Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying 'time heals all wounds' is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.” :: Patrick Rothfuss Liliya's Themehalf•alive - still feel
Lanfaer
Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2019 7:40 pm
_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab The smoky figure in the darkness didn't respond at first, merely listening and considering what the girl had said to it. As it did so the whispers of other spirits came to greet her, to whisper their secrets. Without words or voices they spoke, giving to her their memories, their sensations and feelings, crafting an abstract narrative that needed no translation. They told her of the great many things that lived upon the creature she lived within now, showing that there were places and treasures a plenty if only this shadow being would move. They seemed to not like the Shadow Being, for whatever reason, making the assertion that he was never meant to be, not meant to be at all. And yet he did, already did, and yet didn't. An existence that broke rules that laws that were defined by ancestral and eternal powers that she couldn't understand, would never be able to, but which this being bent to its own will. There was aggression, anger, rage here as the being finally shifted, reacting for the first time other than to simply stare. tab "I apologize for my silence, little one," it began, it's voice continuing to echo as if from a great distance. "There are many things in this world that are difficult to explain without challenging the comprehension of the universe you have. It is imperative this not happen." Tilting its head to the side as if considering, it continued. "I must apologize, however. It was my Caste that opened that portal, so that you could find the one he treasures most. The manifestation of which you speak, Usu'vurik, does have some control of such things, but know that the creature is no titan or god, but a being..." tab It stopped mid sentence, trailing off into silence as it floated. At last it did speak again, this time with a twinge of regret. "Forgive me, if you please. It is not my place to make this journey, so important to you, simple. I will not undermine it. Might I ask, then, if your worry is for the spirits who come here, and for the spirits of the less fortunate, who are broken and disabled by what life hands them, what will you do if another such as yourself comes here? A seeker of the divine, of knowledge, company or shelter? Will you ease their troubled selves?"
☭Liliya had been struggling to maintain her composure as the spirits whispered at her in great volume. She stiffed a whimper as her ears crooked to the side, flattening slightly as the influx of voices grew and grew. They couldn't contain the malice over flowing from their cruel whispers. Seemingly unaware of her growing discomfort. It weighed heavily on her chest to listen to the unbridled fury of the maddened spirits. It was unnatural how violently they reacted to a single being. While she would have agreed there was something... off about her shadow companion she couldn't quiet comprehend just how wrong his existence was to the spirits she trusted as guides. Much like the shadow she was an existence that shouldn't be, at least in her own eyes. She took their concerns to heart as they voices died out to the shadow's own. Though as she would come to find she might have preferred to listen to the angry spirits over what the shadow chose to tell her. She stared at the shadowy visage as her took his time to form his carefully worded sentences. He was tiptoeing around some sort of matter while at the same time deconstructing her entire sense of purpose. Her efforts had been wholeheartedly misguided. As it would turn out, the things she had interpreted as signs from her gods had just been the shadow playing out its own narrative.
Her amber globes lost a bit of the shine that had filled them. Like part of her spirit had been ground into the dirt. She waited silently for her turn, face a blank visage of its former vigor. She could tell the shadow had regretted its need to correct her misconceptions. It was as if the shadow couldn't stand for someone to be ignorant of facts, like knowledge was the most important thing to its being before it became whatever it was now. She closed her feline eyes as she considered the shadows words. The silence grew thick and heavy around the priestess as she opened her eyes once more to look upon the creature. "If it is as you say... it is fine, whether you see their hands motioning us through this plane or not matters little my friend. The spirits of nature guided my feet to Usu'vurik, to the other... tainted child, and back to this door... to you. They do not act directly in most cases but their will drives me forward to aid others. Through the spirits I hear that which is hidden behind human egos. Please do not stamp on that belief to satisfy yourself again." Despite her rather conflicting choice of words and action of being forwardly displeased her voice remained a calm neutral. She held no spite towards the shadow for its choice to satiate knowledge over belief. She was aware how selfish her chosen ignorance really was. "As for your question? I hold no belief that my mission of healing the weary is inherently more important than anyone else's duties in life. If another happened upon Usu'vurik weary and broken such as I I would not hesitate to foster a foundation so that they may recover. While I may be... displeased with the state of humanity it is not cause for me to avert my purpose. I will do all in my power to stitch together a fractured soul so the mind can return to a sense of normalcy. I exist only for others aid." Her sense of self worth was begin put on display plainly for the shadow to see. She was a tool and nothing more. A tool for the gods. A tool for the spirits. A tool for man. Chakra Pool:: [300 //300] Stamina Pool:: [150 //150]
Quote "Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying 'time heals all wounds' is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.” :: Patrick Rothfuss Liliya's Themehalf•alive - still feel
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2019 5:15 pm
_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab The being within the darkness chuckled, small amusement clear within his tone. "How strange," it began with words ending along with his laughter. "To think that you carried steel within your spine all along! Good! It will be necessary for the coming days." The shadow seemed to grow in size, expanding, though a moment later it became obvious that it was only getting closer. Once no more than man sized the creature had ballooned to thrice that volume, though its presence remained small and simple, calm and collected. "I do not seek to crush anything, young one, simply to ensure that Truth prevails in all days. Perhaps it is simply that the Truth has a time and a place, though I find the concept odd." tab Once more the spirits raised their voices until the being's eyes shifted, and they fell still as if in fear. "My apologies, seeker. My presence...it isn't natural, and they can feel it. So I shall make this short. The door before you is but one gateway to the rest of the Divine Titan upon which you cling. To open it requires something important: Truth. Not a simple truth either, but one dear to one's heart. Truth, where there was only lie before." Taking a deep breath that sounded much like a parent about to speak a truth that was more than a little painful, and stressful, it continued. "It must be a painful truth, I feel. While I may be wrong, a false Truth will have consequences I cannot foresee."
☭"Ah..." The cat stood in silence for what must have felt like an entire month to the being composed of truths and shadows. An eternity of the fragile girl always a slight breeze from shattering standing tall with her disfigured eyes closed to the world. The idea of truth was something the priestess tended to avoid. It was something she would claim to embrace with her being but she knew, everyone knew, truth was but another painful thing she couldn't carry. It was that reason that she so blatantly fell into belief. She didn't have to carry the burden of truth when a higher being she worshiped with her very existence could shoulder that bitter pain. The unusually composed girl let her facade collapse in front of the shadow but more importantly in front of the door and its trial. As those chimeric-ally altered eyes flickered open the truth of it all was given form. She was empty. A husk of a human pretending they carried anything but a endless spiral of despair within them. "Truth... ah what a terribly sour thing that is." The cat girl was silent for another moment before dragging those long dead eyes to meat with the shadows vestige. "This fear I carry inside me every singe day... the torment I suffer in the name of the gods? its so those gods might one day grant me what I desire so strongly. What this innocent creature sewn into my body has been preventing for so many years. I do not serve the world so i might live in peace nor do I serve it so I might be cleansed from this abomination I claim a body... No. My truth? For my soul to be erased. For my existence to be removed from all planes of existence. I do not wander this mortal field trying to escape into the here after. I do not wish to join those spirits which I save, those which I love. I wish for a absolute death."
The cat gave a smile yet this smile was not directed to the shadow but the void. in truth her heart was never granted respite talking to what she had thought to be a spirit in the shadow. Instead she was at peace being surrounded by nothing. A thing she knew was the closest thing she might ever get from her desire. Content eyes stared down into the void, but saw nothing. That isn't to say she saw the nothingness of the void, but rather an absolute nothing. It was a peace she knew would never last. She she might as well be a tiny bit selfish for just a mere moment. Ah but her feline half showed nothing but feral anger at the idea. "That is the truth my inquisitive friend, you who wants nothing more to have the truth embraced onto the world. My existence in serving the world, its creatures, and its gods? Selfish. The only way I might ever get what I see as my truth is through this pilgrimage." This was the truth of the girl known as Liliya. She wished for something most would consider the ultimate punishment. A broken soul who had long since given up on being truly happy. A molded soul knowing not peace. A corrupted soul wanting release. It was her truth but she was not only herself anymore. She was a being of two made one. "I only wish for my erasure though. The innocent whose blood was spilt in the name of science. The one I carry with me in ever step. Snowball is a creature whose soul wants nothing more than for freedom. Forever stitched into my own. My truth will never be truth if that cat's soul is taken as well."
The more she continued to talk about the being from whom she gets her many feline features the more her face twisted into one not natural on her face. Malice creeped its way onto her as she began reliving the days she spent strapped to that table knowing no comfort besides the large white tiger her childish mind had named "Snowball." Her eyes had constricted themselves into paper thin slits as claws threatened to tear themselves free of their cloth bindings. It was plainly clear to see despite her rather concerning views about herself that she cared despite it all. If as though she had final realized she was carrying on way too long for simple answer she decided it was time to summarize herself for the seaker of truth and the door. She composed herself as the flash of emotion was doused. "Ah excuse me. I suppose... my truth matters little in the end. Its a pathetic wonton dream of a broken little girl trapped in a basement. I wish for my own souls death so my light in the dark might be given a second chance. I'm unsure just how much longer I can chase this truth though... I'm so very tired," Her eyes had finally returned to the shadow, "But I suppose you already knew all of this. Since your need for truth to be laid bare always comes first?" It was clear she hadn't forgiven the shadow being for his earlier comments and that her holy patience was wearing thin. Chakra Pool:: [300 //300] Stamina Pool:: [150 //150]
Quote "Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying 'time heals all wounds' is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.” :: Patrick Rothfuss Liliya's Themehalf•alive - still feel
