The Light of Frozen Realms
3nd of October 2006 A.D.
"It is said " Lydia interjects, drawing the attention of the devil-eaten woman making "That you cannot catch tiger cubs without entering the tiger's lair. And yet what bear would walk into Baihu's den and not be accounted foolish?" Firmly you throttle your impatience, and expand your senses with an effort of will, perceptions broadening and sharpening in the passing of an instant, a thousand cues previously hidden to you revealing themselves. And then as the akuma's dark gaze meets yours you push. Not by power but will alone you draw aside the curtain of Eiko's greatest secret
Lost 2 Essence and 1 Willpower -> Now at 3/12 and 9/9
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Broken and tortured the mountains rise towards the sky that has no horizon, their faces scared by the wrath of a ruined god . Dark siblings they might be to Mount Norikura, a saddle upon the earth, Mount Yake, still-water guardian, Mount Hotakadake, loftiest among its peers, but forever nameless for no eyes save the shikome can look upon them through the endless night of Kakuri and they do not look to the horizon, only upon the trail of their prey. They move like shadows blacker than the night around them, they circle like a wolf pack. All skill all subtlety, all artifice and etiquette means nothing in this place, for they are tortures of the damned and they revel in it even as they are debased, freedom in slavery, meaning ripped from the empty howl of the wind
The wind did not deafen the trio of huntresses thus they could hear him, brass rings jingling accompanied by an off-key whistling, the dark did not blind him and so they could see the splash of black saffron against the snow. A holy man. She who was called the Blood-Stained Chrysanthemum remembered many holy men, some some she had slain and some she had spoken to, enemies and allies, travelers along the Path.
She who was
still Eiko hated, not yet wholly wind-eaten, hated the surety of the interloper's steps, more than she loved the thought of the amusement breaking him would bring. So caught was she in the net of hate that she did not notice the others draw back in sudden understanding.
They did not call her back, there was no honor in Kakuri.
So did the shikome bar her quarry's path like onto the endless cold of the Night Realm given claws and fangs so did she look upon that slender face bald head and eyes... she knew those eyes, she had seen them glare with fury and disappointment from atop a throne of ice and bone throne in Kyuden no Kakuri, but she had never seen within them a look of compassion.
"Come, walk with me," the man said, his soft voice clearly heard even here. "Walk with me and be at peace."
He spoke true for he could do no other, his honor was as unblemished as the Night Realm was tainted, he was Jizo Bosatsu whom Emma-O had cast from himself but could not cast from his realm
They spoke of many things walking against the wind, as other shikome had done through the centuries, what it was to walk the path that was no path, marked with your own blood, the weight of souls and the meaning of anchors. "I am he and he is me, one gift he has given me and one gift I can give that of separation. Accept that you are less and you might hear the Song of the Shadows once more."
Fear hope, shame, revulsion,
fear hope shame... The emotions cycle through Eiko like an electric current. How could she not take his hand?> How could she give up so much of herself, all that she had surrendered, all that had been changed.
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I cannot." Two words yet all the robed wanderer needed to hear, he raised his staff to fight as he had done times uncounted... but this too the Akuma refused, to her shame ever-lasting. Her hatred had died, but terror and greed still passed through her heart like worms through rotted fruit.
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Gained 2 Essence -> Now at 5/12
The monochrome vision of Yomi unravels into the green light that paints warped shadows against the walls of the hotel lobby just as Jizo Bosatsu opened his mouth to speak, to offer counsel or compassion, of those words you can only know one thing that they must have made Eiko's shame less not more for the nadir of her greatest sin as she sees it, cowardice that did not allow her to be wholly a traitor nor wholly loyal to Emma-O
Her voice is unshaken by the show of inhuman power, she faces eyes of flame unflinchingly. "When one speaks of stars, seeds scattered about are of little import " If anything the akuma seems faintly amused by Lydia's attempt to being the conversation back to the Jade Dogs, but her hands are still, too still, almost as if she is afraid that if she does not hold them rigid her iron-hard nails will rip though the velvet of the couch.
"Only a fool casts seeds to chance and does not plant them by the signs of the stars." You speak sharply, you speak sincerely, but still within the bounds of courtesy, a painful balance, made all the more so by what you are trying to get across: 'My people are not insignificant to me.'
"Rare are the crops replanted by the light of an eclipse, flowers more often then rice and yet they must love the moon as they love the sun."
Moon and sun roosters, bears and tigers, this conversation could be a coloring book, you think in frustration, yet a niggling thread pulls at your mind, Eiko's title. If she is the flower replanted by the 'light' of both Jizo Bosatsu and he Yamma King from which the holy man springs then... then she would not be trying to get through to you with riddles would she? An eclipsed sun is still the sun and thus still casts some light...
Oh... the realization is less lightning bolt from the blue and more round peg finally fitting into the round hole. Lady Eiko had convinced herself that it would be in Emma-O's interest, above all others if he abandoned the darkness he has cultivated... which would not so incidentally allow her to restore her Dharma without losing the parts of herself that have been claimed by the Lord of the Night Realm. That is why she had been asking about forgiveness, redemption, not for herself but for her lord.
"Yes..." Usum's voice is barely even a whisper in your mind, more of a hum, vaguely appreciative at that.
"If she has a standing order to follow her lord's interests that might be enough to step around or even eschew many lesser priorities, but surely not all. If this became known to Emma-O, that one of his servants seeks to shape him, his wrath would be beyond words." Now he is giggling, an eerie near-musical sound, like silver bells recorded on half-ruined tape.
The question still remains what does Eiko think you can do to help her... and Emma-O's hypothetical redemption.
What do you do?
[] Ask what you can do to help
-[] Write in stunt
[] Turn the conversation to the Seed of Night, maybe you can come at this from the other angle
-[] Write in stunt
[] Write in
OOC: And done... man high level social combat is as complex to write as combat if for completely different reasons