Post by Paksennarion on Mar 15, 2014 12:11:15 GMT -5
She floated. The air was wisp thin, filled with tiny burning lights like christmas bulbs so far away. Reaching her hands out the girl grasped towards the lights, but the distance was too great. A giant black expanse spread between her floating mind and the rest of the world. Like earth viewed from space, flickering lights. On, off, on, off. Alive, dead. There, gone. So pretty. She could stare at this view for a lifetime and still not notice the time drifting by.
Kohaku floated, and she reached out with her metaphysical hands to grasp at the lights. They were so dim though. Tiny flashes, dying bulbs. Except one. Glimmering faintly, this white light held a inner glow deeper then the other flames. It shimmered and glittered, faint, beneath the skin. The sign of magic. Runes scrit across the sky. Sensation followed sight, and suddenly Kohaku was honed in on the person. A girl, slim in body, lithe, air rushing passed her limbs. The sound of music nearby. The steady rebound of pavement beneath her feet. Scent? Flower blossoms. Japan...? Lately Kohaku wasn't entirely sure that was the limit anymore. Of her senses. Japan had been enough, too much, but now God had gifted her with potential. She did not want to reach for the sun only to get burned though, and these new layers of subtlety made life confusing. Like thin icing on a cake, one atop the other, over and over, patty cake.
Kohaku closed her eyes and felt her body slip. Skirting sideways she danced through the particles of air, of reality, of universe, and came skipping out the other side. Fluttering lashes preceeded her eyes opening, and suddenly Kohaku blinked into the sunlight of an empty street. Tokyo. The word floated towards her from various minds. Tokyo. Tokyo. She had never been here before, but this was where Masaru went to school, right?
Karakura, damaged though it was, was still home. Her spells had kept the apartment safe, one lone tower amidst a sea of destruction. Fighting to keep it Masaru's apartment had called for some tricky magic, but the ritual lock she put on the door kept everyone else out. It was hard to see their suffering and not let them in, but thieves and vagabonds had taken up the call for crime these days. It was too early for the government to reach the most damaged areas of Karakura, too early for the cleanup effort. Too early for so many things.
In comparison, Tokyo looked like an oasis.
Clean. Crisp. Tall buildings. No shattered glass, no decaying bodies. No filtered souls. Dazed by the presence of so many minds after several days in near solitude, Kohaku twisted as she felt the siren call from the mind that had pulled her here. Opening her eyes for real, she cast about for that signal. Aligning her own reiatsu with the pulse coming from the other girl. It was so simple now, to slip in and out, in and out. She was one, and yet not. She was Kohaku, and yet Rose.
Rose? A foreign name, for a foreign mind. Stepping out into the sidewalk Kohaku paused as she turned her body southward, towards the signal. Shuddering footsteps put her in the direct path, and she merely waited. Flickering lights as people passed by, none of them the right frequency. No, no, no. She waited, patiently, a standing figure amidst a sea of passersby. Would the girl feel the pull too? Her light was so faint, it wasn't decisive if her power was fully manifested yet. Either way, Kohaku had been pulled here for a reason, and she would see it fit.
That was when she sensed it. A little bit of herself. A particle of her own spiritual energy. Settled into paper, pressed thin and tight against a seal. The feeling was familiar, and Kohaku recognized it right away. One of the sealed parchment papers she had sent out before the invasion? Why was it here? And more then that, why did this girl have it? It was utterly strange, those invitations had been magicked to go to specific people. The sigils inlaid in them were powerful, formed from her own blood. It shouldn't have gone awry like this... That curiosity piqued at her, a nagging sensation that she had forgotten something important.
WC: 727 | GP: 14 | Total GP: 14
