Update Five: Wherein you fight Monsters. And find your Soul.
Winning Votes:
[X] Set around now.
[X] Johnathan:
-[X] You will not die here. You will not leave Joan alone. You will survive and you will kill this beast. This world allowed the Not-Light to come to you easier and you would take advantage of it.
-[X] Something so large could not be overly agile and you would have to use that to your advantage. Move behind it and to it's size, using it's charges or attacks as an opening to escape it's range. Do not allow yourself to be hit by the monster.
-[X] The Light of the Self had range and speed and you would use that to the best you could. Blind the creature with the Light if the Self, burning out it's eyes with extreme prejudice.
[X] Joan
-[X] With the Beat of the World you would beat this creature down! You were stronger than any your age should be and you would use that, because you could not die here, you could not leave Johnathan alone.
-[X] You could enhance yourself and speed is what you need now, strength was secondary to not being hit. Together the Beat and Contemplation would bring you that much closer to not being hit. Should you have the chance, crush the monster before you.
Story:
You feel the candle within yourself that represents the Light of your Self flare. You cautiously glance at the boar. You are again filled with a feeling of revulsion. You are not the one feeling the revulsion. You note that the cracked boar is not moving. You delve into your mind, reinforcing the barrier that separates the Self from the World even as you draw upon the Light of your Self. You feel the not-light passing through the flame that is the Light of your Self, only held back from spilling into the world by the force of your will.
You open your eyes, the approaching monster filling your view. You raise your right hand, the index finger outstretched. You unbolt the gates holding back the light. Your lips upturn at the sight of a palm sized beam of light slamming into the beast's face. You maintain the beam for several seconds.
You feel the reservoir of light exhaust itself. You throw yourself to the side. You watch in horrified awe as the boar smashes through the space that you were occupying only moments before. Your attention is caught by the sight of it's face. Its upper face has been completely obliterated. Bits of flesh dripped black ichor as they hung from the boar's bleached skull. The lower half of its head leaks black ichor where it is not burned. The top front of the skull has been smashed in by the force of the beam, exposing the back of the skull.
You watch as the monster turns its sightless eye sockets towards you. You quickly attempt to stand. You note in a detached sort of way that the beam has taken a lot out of you. You stumble out of the way of the boar's next charge. You feel the brush of wind as the boar runs by you. You are closer to the center of the platform now. You are exhausted.
You dodge again, and begin to build up for another attack. You take your time to build up another palm sized blast. The Light of your Soul is strained, and seems to flicker constantly. You still continue to pull not-light through it. You feel exhaustion begin to set in even as you watch the beast turn. You unlock the gates, and a wave of power rushes through and out of your right index finger.
You watch as this beam proves no more effective than the last. The beam sears away at the beast's side. It leaves behind a charred mess of flesh and exposed ribs. Black ichor swells within the wound, dripping down it's sides and leaving pockmarks in the floor.
Your lips twist violently as you note that it is not impeded by this attack at all. You are dead on your feet. You mentally make yourself a promise that you will train even harder in the future. Your scowl deepens as the thought that there might not be a future crosses your mind.
You refuse to accept that as a possibility. You begin to pull upon the light for a last ditch attempt. Your reserves are exhausted. You fear that you may die. You cannot die. Your sister... You feel a tear drip down your cheek. You rage; You will not go gently! You feel the Light of your Soul flare up, allowing you to draw forth yet more light. You do not understand why or how, but you are glad.
You take aim at the beast. It is rushing at you head on. You search for a weak spot, knowing that you only have one more shot to kill this boar. Your scowl softens as you notice a crack in the boar's chest. You take a deep breath. You allow the gates that separate your Self from the World to weaken, allowing a torrent of not light to flow outwards.
It smashes into the boar's cracked chest, tearing it apart. The flesh crumbles to ash far more easily around the crack, allowing the not-light to reach the inside of the beast's ribcage. You see through half lidded eyes the collapse of the boar into black fog.
You fall to the ground exhausted. The last thing you see is a flash of not-light.
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You are Joan Wick, and you are currently frightened. There is a cloud of not-dark in front of you. Well, to be more specific, there are three clouds, but they are all part of the same thing. A maw splits the central eight foot tall cloud in half, with red eyes on either side. three two feet long claws made out of crystalized not-dark hover on either side of the central cloud.
You take a deep steadying breath. You have learned much about the way Beat of the World works during these last few hours. You have been able to use it at a level that was previously impossible, and in doing so explored it's limitations. Beat of the World draws upon the conduit of power that passes between the Foundation and the World, or to be more accurate the Foundation and Malkuth. When you use Beat of the World you open yourself up to the constant flow of not-light that is filtered through the spheres and manifested in the world. (you just know)
You open wide the gates that separate your Self from the World, allowing the Beat of the World to fill your Self with not-light. You see motes of light float towards you as they literally appear from thin air; not-light being drawn from the World itself. You feel better, stronger, faster. You are more than what you once were; everything about you is better. The Beat of the World grows ever louder as you pull on more and more not-light, but you fight to maintain your Self in the face of the World.
You struggle for several seconds before you finally manage to contain the power within your Self. You note with an air of confusion that the ghost... thing in front of you hasn't moved.
You decide that you don't really care, and promptly kick off the ground. You go flying, like something out of a shounen manga. (how do you know) The ghost moves, its claw... things clamping together and jabbing at you. You kick off the air, (how not possible) redirecting your path to the side. You only barely manage it, and you feel the air displaced by the ghost's claws as you slide past them. You feel a portion the not-light that is being feed into your Self disappear.
You land hard on the ground, though you don't stay there very long. You kick off, circling the unmoving ghost. You quickly reach the back of the ghost monster, and kick forward. You watch in horror as the ghost inverts on itself, the mouth folding in on itself and the claws jabbing backwards revealing that the back of the claws are just as deadly as the front. You brace yourself and concentrate the not-light flooding into you into your feet.
You hit the crystaline darkness with a crack, sending flaws spidering up the claws. You kick off again, allowing the focused not-light to disperse. You are forced to bounce off the air again to stop from going over the edge. You have to force the voice inside your head that is insisting that it is impossible to shut up and let you concentrate.
This pattern of attack, defend, and then bounce off continues for a while. You soon begin to realize that the Ghost doesn't seem to be able to move unless it is reacting to something. You are beginning to suspect that something doesn't actually want you dead; simply tested. (yes)
You slam through the crystal claws in a rain of not-dark shards, and slam your foot into the monster's red eye. It squishes, deforming under the pressure before popping. It sprays a red liquid everywhere, but as you bounce backwards you note that the darkness is collapsing. You are surprised; you had thought that you would have to destroy both eyes. (confusion)
You suddenly collapse as the not-light rushes out of your Self, blinding you with it's brilliance. You fall unconscious.
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You are Johnathan Wick, and you have just woken up inside of a golden tower. There is a bed inside the room, along with a desk and dresser. The open window reveals that the tower is far above the clouds, and the skies are a fascinating mix of gold and purple. As you look upwards, your wings shifting as you move, you note that the skylight lets in the purest not-light you have ever seen or felt. It feels like potential. It is potential. You also note that you no longer bear the form of a human toddler; instead you take the form of a six foot tall sexless white humanoid, with gigantic wings made of silver flame. Mouths and eyes are dotted about your form, and each one whispers incomprehensible truths.
What do you do?
[X] Attempt to fly.
[X] Inspect the room.
[X] try and find a door.
[X] lie down on the bed.
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You are Joan Wick, and you have just woken up on the lavish carpet of a room. It is made out of a beautiful grain of wood, with a gigantic door set in the wall. You note that you have a humble bed, desk and dresser. You glance outside the window to the sight of a gigantic forest of the purest colors you have ever seen. The greens and blues and browns and reds and oranges all glow in the strangest of ways underneath the not-light of the sun.
You notice as you expand your flickering wings, a strangely that you no longer bear your old form. Your wings are beautiful things, composed of overlapped planes that show various scenes from the World. Sparkles of light hover about them, contributing to the unearthly feel. You also note that your body is now six feet tall and a completely featureless white. A globe of not-light hovers before you, and you can feel the Beat of the World thrumming through it.
What do you do?
[X] Attempt to fly.
[X] Inspect the room.
[X] lie down on the bed.
[X] Go explore the forest.
-[X] Carefully.
-[X] Quickly.
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Form of the Soul: (lv. N/A)
By peeling away the first layer of the qliphoth obscuring the heavenly spheres, you have allowed the true form of your soul to shine forth. When you are in the Da'at, you no longer appear in your physical form; instead it is a manifestation of your soul. This is not a skill as such; it is more akin to a status effect. When this effect is in play, all Kabbalah based abilities are far, far more potent.
AN: So with that skill out of the way, I need feel that I need to mention something: the first post has been updated with a list of skills and descriptions of the appearances of both Johnathan and Joan. The skills are the more recent versions as well, updated to make more sense. Sorry for taking so long, but I just sort of... yeah. I probably won't be updating every day like I previously was, but I shall try to update at least every other day. (give or take a day)
The timeskip is going to take a while to figure out how to write, and I do want some input on what age to jump too, so:
[X] Five; just beginning kindergarten.
[X] Six; just beginning school.
[X] Eight; having just met a most peculiar child with a lightning scar on his forehead.
Also, do the twins find out about the Kabbalah? Does the Kabbalah in jewish mythology even exist?
[X] The twins find the Kabbalah online on wikipedia.
[X] The Kabbalah doesn't exist in this 'verse.