Eyes of Power, Eyes of Glass
3nd of October 2006 A.D.
Sleep comes in the form of a bath in poisoned water that lulls you with the whispers of waters far away as dad guards the door into the dark hours, chatting with Porter you judge and perhaps with the Jade Dogs also, at least those among them who aren't put off by a knight in a white cloak bearing a sword anathema to their nature. Sarah describes the nearness of the Sword of Love as 'a tooth-ache only for every bone in your body' You wonder why you don't feel anything, why the Sword is to you no different than it has ever been, it can't just be habit surely? Maybe Usum has a point about it being just a mark of your power, your greater weight and meaning in the world.
Essence Restored to 12/12
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 11/12
So upon waking a question comes to mind reflected in the book you had written days ago:
"What do the forces talked about in this book know about the type of object referred to by servants of Emma-O as Black Seed?"
What is what
Seed is Black
It feels like having your brain dipped in ice water, thoughts stuttering endlessly upon themselves. as they try to find purchase on something in the book, on the mind behind the book, finding only your own thoughts, on Emma-O and his knowledge, but Emma-O did not write the book, you did and so like looking down a hall of endless mirrors you see only yourself in mirrors black, down down into empty meaning.
Object or Concept
Real is Abstract and
Abstract is Real
"Damn, OK, bad idea, I get it..." you shake your head as though you had just come out of a shower. Dad looks at you funny so you explain. "Trying to use a book I wrote about Yomi Wan to figure out what the Yama Kings know about my power is crossing the conceptual wires, like my power looking at itself only worse because instead of a flat error message it
starts to work then trips itself up."
***
Thankfully Clippy has a lot more luck hacking into the Jaslin Hotel, you get your first look at the Blood-Stained Chrysanthemum. Even in the grainy security footage one could not mistake her for anyone else, a face delineated in slashes of crimson and orange upon the canvas of pale flesh, trailing gold framing the line of a delicate cheekbones that looks like they should be out of a Meiji painting and indeed which might have seen the artist's brush in those days.
By contrast the rest of her company look puffy eyed and splotchy pale, like they are just getting over a bad flu, or a bad trip. More than once you see the lady leaning over the receptionist's desk her presence like a buffeting wind through the ether that bends the mortal soul and twists the mind. This if no mere imposition of desire as the White Court might use, you recognize at once, nor it is the violation of the living will by the powers of death as the Black Court might evoke.
"There are no guns, you have seen nothing amiss. The stains were not blood, there is nothing to worry about. You have seen nothing." Such is the
power of the Mandate of Heaven twisted and defiled, but still held in the hand of the damned. There's a part of you that can almost respect the sheer dogged determination to hold onto it with iron nails and corpse-flesh, but then you are reminded that in her own way the woman is herself a slave as much as her underlings if not more so.
With the aid of your unsleeping helpers you mark her habits: every night at midnight she retreats to her room and each time at 12:45 she calls for room service, a whiskey and black coffee. She never interacts with the other akuma until at least three hours later, though she may or may not leave the hotel during those hours, wan kuei have other means of leaving from a third floor room than just by the stairs.
Flipping over to the web page for the hotel you ask of the rather blotch of primary colors someone must have put together in an afternoon: "What plans do the akuma that stayed in this hotel over the last two weeks and their affiliates have for winning a confrontation with me and my allies?"
Isolate... Bind... Poison. Slay... Bind... Poison...
Claim.
You get a vague sense of arcane powers of Yomi Wan, twisting of Chi and invokations of the Po into demonic form, there is definitely a hail of bullets in there, but also what looks like an attempt to root your allies in place and a cloud of all consuming poison before a demon of Kakuri, a thing of dead flesh and icy shadows descends upon you. Wait a second... that's... those are Demon Arts, the
Black Wind, the
Iron Mountain, common enough to the akuma who care nothing of the purity of their chi and who revel in the power of their Po, but ones that also twist the form and turn the mind to madness. Giving in to that... well there wouldn't be much capacity for thought, much less for complex ritual that would then transfer your powers to J. This has to be set up in advance and then fired off like a landmine.
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 10/12
Still lost in your own thoughts to a degree you drive to the Pink Swan to ask of the flashing neon facade what J's motivation is in working with the Wan Kuei.
The answer is swift as it is disquieting to hear in a voice you had never heard with your ears and yet know to be the unlucky J's own:
To become strong enough to stand beside my beloved without withering, without fading.
As you drive to the apartment of one of the other victims in order to use the connection of the home to find the headquorters of the akuma you spot a familiar police car out front, SI is here.
One thing is for sure Detective Murphy would like to know the answer to the question you are about to ask... but should you tell her. Determined as she might be you do not think she and her colleagues would be able to stand up to a greater Akuma wielding the greater of the Demon Arts, powers meant for the killing of gods. On the other hand she might be of great use clearing out any people from the battle site if you get the drop on them.
Do you link up with Lieutenant Murphy and SI before continuing?
[] Yes, you would need her authority to clear up bystanders
[] No, its too dangerous
OOC: The Black Seed Question was a marginal one so I rolled willpower to see if you Molly be able to force the crown to work as she wished. It did not work so you are going to have to find another way to get into the head of Emma-O.