Chaos Plot Reactions!

[thefinaljedi]

Who: Anyone/Everyone affected by Helios' nasty bout of Possession Sickness
What: Picking up the pieces
When: August 11th/12th
Where: Wherever there was bad mojo!
Summary: Apep, an Egyptian god of Chaos, possessed Helios and wrecked havoc. Those involved are going to have to cope with their injuries, mental traumas, and newfound night terrors!
Rating: R, for possible trigger warnings for descriptions of violence and bad language.


Nothing is ever easy for them House 46 folks. Gawddamn!

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[fleurdesel]

Unwilling? No. I just have never prayed to any deity for anything before in my life. It's not a practice with which I am familiar.

[After this, though, her grasp of deities, their power, and the desire to pray to them is more solid. She's been more than a little unfair to Luce now that she thinks on it.]

[windandrain]

Its not praying for something. That...isn't quite what a prayer is, Del-chan. A prayer is an acknowledgement that you know we do, in fact, exist.

[For a moment, a tired smile plays across her pencil-thin lips. The woman was beginning to figure it out, she could see. Not unlike Yuuna had]

[fleurdesel]

That is how most I know of treat prayer in my world. A way of showing their faith. Then again from what I understand the western and eastern religions are very, very different.

[Faith without proof. Comfort for those that needed it, something she never put much stock into before. Her faith in those she knows and trusts is new and shaky enough as ti stands but...for Saori, she can and will do this.]

It's a bit difficult to not acknowledge it when I walked through a storm that parted rain for the sake of my comfort to meet you.

[windandrain]

Some would call that magic, and believe me naught but a simple magician.

What makes you think differently?

[A round about way of asking 'Do you truly believe me?']

[fleurdesel]

I've met magicians, I live with a wizard. There is something fundamentally different in how it is you handle the weather- you're not controlling it or binding it to your will. It's an extension of your will instead, and a mere wizard would not have their soul thus bound to a mirror they carry, nor be so offended at my smoking. And...

[It bothers her to think back on it, but that moment. That look, wherein She knew Saori had seen the entirety of her and made note of the mark Apep had left behind.]

A simple magician could not have seen my very soul in but a moment and understood what had been done.

[windandrain]

[Saori nods sagely, what Adele said was true, but that hadn't stopped others from feeling the same about her in the past. Not to mention Mages with phylacteries ]

Magicians come in many forms. However, I appreciate your belief in my words.

[She reaches out and takes Adele's hand]

I'd like to share something with you.

[fleurdesel]

[Wizards with the sort of power Saori had either ran to the old and wise- or the young and arrogant. At least as far as literary archetypes went. She's only met but two, and of them only knew one well.]

Oh?

[She's not at her most eloquent right now- but she reaches out all the same to curl her fingers in Saori's.]

[windandrain]

I want you to see the truth.

[Saori closes her eyes, and sends a thin tendril of power from her hand into Adele's, briefly affording the doctor a glimpse of her true form as she had done for Lupin some days before. The doctor's eyes would see a truly large humanoid form, almost nine feet tall, with long flowing hair the color of nightshade and dressed in cloth made of molded thunderclouds. It possessed a noseless face, similar to her human form, but with eyes made of pure lightning, and a mouth that exhaled the scent of rain. Her hands were different too, impossibly long fingers, with ribbons of blue-white energy pulsing down their length. An alien visage, used only in dire need or when the goddess wanted to prove her nature to someone in doubt. Adele deserved proof

Then she pulled back]


The Truth.

[fleurdesel]

The truth? What-

[It's similar and at the same time entirely different from the flashes. This wasn't soaked in blood and full of anguish and rage. This was cool, serene, almost a balm against her senses despite the strangeness of what she was seeing. Were there ever a doubt in her mind that Saori was more than a mere woman; it's been erased. She can't wrap her mind around the figure, the details flit through her consciousness but forming a whole of them was difficult. All she can rationalize is that this, not a bearded man in starched robes, is what she'd always thought a deity ought to look like. Old. Powerful. Primal. Almost entirely inhuman. She's gone still in the meantime, blinking rapidly to clear her eyes of the damp that had sprung up.

Saori was herself again. Or rather what she normally appeared to be.]

...I don't. I do not have the words.

[windandrain]

Do you need them? Sometimes it's best to just accept things, and follow the river wherever it leads.

[That mysterious smile returns]

That is my truth. The skin I wear in the land of the Kami, Kakuriyo. This, as you see? This is also my truth. The form I wear in Utsushiyo, the physical world.

[fleurdesel]

[Perhaps it's better not to have them at this point. What she's seen, what she's being told- she's entirely out of her depth here. And yet not at all made uncomfortable by that fact because she's come to trust and deeply respect this woman. Goddess. Woman.]

[windandrain]

[A gentle squeeze of the hand follows a knowing grin. Now comes the next part in the strange dance all Kami do with mortals.]

Why don't you share your truth with me, dear? Tell me a secret.

[fleurdesel]

A truth that I hold secret?

[There are many that she could share, but it had to be on the level of what Saori had bared to her. Fair was fair. A god wouldn't be as bothered by it as the rest that knew her.]

...I am literally seconds from dying in my world.

[windandrain]

[A secret for a secret. But this one generates a strange look, Saori's index finger shifting suddenly, and slipping in to trace along Adele's palm. Her life-line. Strange. It went for a long ways, but had several sudden stops. Nothing conclusive. The Malnosso clearly were interfering with her life, or Saori's own readings. Or both. Retracting her finger, the goddess nodded]

Then you will meet Yomojii soon.

[fleurdesel]

[Her palm twitches a bit at the sudden tracing of. Something? A line along her palm. Her hands were her life; she knew every crevice, every cut, every line. Whatever significance that particular one holds that bears examination- she doesn't know.]

...Yomojii?

[windandrain]

Yomojii, He Who Bars the Way.

[She says the name with more than a bit of reverence, herself. Yomojii was another ancient Kami, far FAR older than her, and even Tesshin. The god that straddled life and death. The gatekeeper of the great void.]

Your fate is unclear. Your death is certain. But, I feel his mark on you.

[fleurdesel]

...

[Bars the way to...death? The after life, such as it is? There was no such thing in her world. One has their life and then they are done but...perhaps this meant while she was here?]

What does it mean for him to have his mark upon me?

[windandrain]

It could mean many things, Del-chan. It could mean that you don't die, it could mean that you die and return, it could mean that you return as a ghost, or some other creature.

[Or the other thing. The thing that's on her lifeline as well. Who knows?]

Or it could mean Apotheosis. I don't know. I...am not a Kami of Knowledge. I'm actually fairly uneducated, as these things go.

[fleurdesel]

As far as I'm aware, in my world once you die...you die. There is no return, as a ghost or otherwise.

[She frowns down at her palm, rubbing her thumb over the middle of it. Not die. That was...impossible, back home. Here? She cannot say. But her fate was as it was in her own world. She's come to terms with it.]

You know far more than I and...I think you for explaining. There's much I do not understand in this respect.

[windandrain]

Oh, I think you'd be surprised. Modernists like you often are.

[She grins though. Yomojii wasn't an unfriendly spirit, they had several conversations, in regards to more than the mark Apotheosis had left on that young girl from Kyushu. He was gruff, but warmed up if you hung around enough]

One would think that, but I'm pretty stupid for a god.

[fleurdesel]

I'll see soon enough when I return, won't I?

[Adele manages a grin all her own. It's tired, yes, but not bitter, not angry. All she has is what she lives in this village now. Why resent time she can spend as she likes?]

I've always found you to be quite clever, but you're the only god I know. I've no basis for comparison.

[windandrain]

Oh, I'm sure you will.

[She shakes her head back at the comment in mock surprise]

Me? Clever? You...must be joking.

[fleurdesel]

Maybe just a little clever.

[She snorts a laugh.]

[windandrain]

Oh, please, don't tease me, Del-chan.

[She giggles, one hand reaching up to finger her mirrored locket]

Oh, my fellows...would mock you most loudly for that. I'm considered something of an oddity among my kind.

[fleurdesel]

Let them mock. There is at current only one god who's opinion I care to have remain high of me, and I'm fairly certain I've nothing to worry about in that respect.

[Adele lifts a shoulder and sips her tea.]

Why are you considered odd?