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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[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?

[windandrain]

Oh? And which god would that be?

[She's only half teasing, she learned long, LONG ago that humans are finicky about accepting spiritual beings as such]

Why am I considered odd? Likely for the same reasons humans consider me odd. I have different views than they do.

[fleurdesel]

You, of course.

[Saori was without a doubt a deity. This wasn't taken on faith- this was fact. There was nothing to question here.]

Different views make life interesting. If everyone saw everything the same way there would be no growth or change.

[windandrain]

You are too kind.

[Serious now]

That isn't what the older gods want, you know. Change weakens us, if it doesn't include us.

[fleurdesel]

Everything has it's time. Man, monument, or god. Nothing lasts forever.

[windandrain]

Oh, don't say that. Izanagi-sama has been around since the creation of time, and he's still strong.

[She shrugs]

The lesser gods are the ones weakened. Spirits of trees and rivers, things torn away by progress.