Way of Words
3nd of October 2006 A.D.
If I were a a demon lord, keeping the souls of my servants in jade boxes, able to bind tongues and hands alike with a single word what would I do? The question had been bouncing around for the whole car ride, bouncing off Usum, who has a worrying amount of ideas as to how one might go about it. In broad strokes they amount to agency versus control. Give too many commands, bind too tightly and a lord ever so wise should not be surprised if shackled servants should trip over their chains.
There would be contingencies for known dangers of course like dad and the Sword, that had been part of the letter. If they had somehow failed to learn about Harry after weeks in the city you would eat your chainmail instead of wearing it.
Brother Divsimar? You had not made any secret of going to learn for him day in, day out. So who does that leave me with? Your eyes slide over Karin Murphy, for all the hard-boiled competence that had seen her march into the heart of Arctis Tor to rescue a foolish girl from the consequences of her own stupidity she would not be much use here, a badge would elicit laughter and bullets perhaps even less than that.
On the other hand you have Gard, someone you had not even planned to bring along until late this very night, able to ward away bystanders and a guide of the dead besides. Who better to make the risen dead consider their ultimate fate? Having picked up the thread of logic it is hard to let go, what is true for the Chooser of the Slain is doubly true for Lydia who makes up for her lack of experience with power and dominion over death whose true depths perhaps only the vanquished Kemmler know.
It is surprising just how little you have to argue your point, surprising, thrilling and not a little terrifying. Poor dad looks more tired, somehow older than you have ever seen him as he whispers good luck, Harry asks Clippy for the room number twice more even though you had mentioned it half a dozen times over the night.
Lost 2 Essence -> Now at 5/12
Gard goes first through the sliding doors to work her rune-magic on any of the hotel employees or so at least you had planned. As soon as she is past the door she turns on her heels. "She is here."
You and Lydia take the sidewalk at a run as you outpace her even in a the span of thirty yards.
The lobby is at first sight empty. There are no new guests lingering with their bags, bleary eyed from a sleepless night, no clerk behind the polished dark wood desk, the soft golden light of the bulbs now darkening with your approach reveal crimson couches empty save for one.
Lady Eiko of the Blood-Stained Chrysanthemum lounges on one of the couches, her black hair fanning out over the arm-rest, eyes half lidded. So might a viper sit coiled among pillows. She inclines her head to each of your companions, not even a raised eyebrow in surprise, but it is to you she speaks:
"Binding so many devils is quite impressive, a match for some of the Dread Star's brass fingered slaves." As the Shikome's eyes open you spy within a
flicker like onto the light of long dead stars.
A fortress your mind might be, but not beyond that ancient regard, you know but are undaunted.
"I received your letter Lady Eiko, now I think it's time we discuss my reply," you begin, plain speaking over flowery courtesy for which you do not have the time, for which Sarah and the others do not have time.
"You are early and you are late, a koan, or merely a thing half-spoken?" Soft are the words, as the trembling shadows that pass over her face, almost hypnotic, but rather than lull you they just stoke the flame of impatience with these games. "Tell me Keeper of the Sun-in-Shadow do you believe as your father does in turning the other cheek?"
"Tis not to spare myself pain that I have come here. If your eyes are as sharp upon your own companions as they are on the spirits which linger and look than you know of what I speak, no riddle but the sword and to you it is given to choose upon which side of it you shall dwell. "
"That is a choice I made in years long gone to dust," she sighs. "Yet there is more to our circumstance than conflict, as there is more to the passage of night and day than the remorseless ticking of a
wadokei. The brown bear does not love the night but when all he has to feast on is roosters then it shall seek them when they sleep."
Frustration bubbles in your chest like tar. What is she trying to say? Is it even worth looking? Is it worth spending more of your precious limited power to try to understand?
What do you do?
[] Use Naked Wicked Souls to gain insight and leverage
[] Trigger All Things Betray in the hopes of understanding what Eiko is trying to get across
[] Cut to the chase, make your offer
[] Make use of the Crown of Eyes
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: Evaluate you as opposed to mental manipulation is not blocked by IPP since it is a sensory power.