( among the Kenoma, six individuals walk through achamoth in their preparations for the attack now, secure in the understanding that they were chosen personally by the Regent for a mysterious and important purpose. given that he was told to keep silent on the specifics, makoto would be as quiet as the grave, but when they activated as the teeth of the trap that had been set for their ethereal quarry, he would be excited and comforted to know that there were five others among their number that had done the same as he had. five that he felt he could trust, come what may.
he might not know now that misa counted among them, but since the very beginning, when they were so new to their attunement to the Kenoma that they were still forming personal conceptions of it, she had been willing to bid herself against the escaping Pleroma more than makoto had been willing to. the Regent had used this as a verbal knife in their first meeting, but in reality, he believes he owes much to them — and misa, by extension. that brief acknowledgement and dismissal had lit a fire under him that had galvanized him to where he is now. if he had instead been coddled and cooed over, he likely would have been content to remain where he was, stagnating in his own personal growth.
and there's no place for something like that among them, is there? stagnation is a quality of the Pleroma — if they are to attune further to the Kenoma, they should be ready to change, to warp and to grow, even if it meant they would fall into destruction either before or at the end.
he begins to nod, generally understanding, but as she indicates a demonstration — his shoulders go tense, and he lifts up his hand to observe the sudden, bizarre sensation of rigidity in his hand. at first, the action is sharp, jarring from alarm — the reason is that the sensation of turning to stone is somewhat like that of when he had started to say datenshou's name upon first meeting him, prompted by J. one of the few ways a demon can die a permanent death is to speak the name of a demon that outranks them; their bodies turn to stone, and then they shatter into pieces body and soul. such a sensation carries with it an immediate and forceful feeling of fear for him, then. but he sees rather quickly that it's not quite the same effect, and one of his eyebrows arches as he observes the faint petrification to his hand. he looks up to her with a slight wideness to his eyes, suddenly grasping the strength and tactical power of her ability. )
Yes. Absolutely. ( what an interesting power... ) Is this something you could do before arriving here, or is it something that you've developed since?
( just professional curiosity. the way that powers manifest in Aions, even unbidden or willfully created, is interesting to him, as someone who has never had his own inherent abilities. regardless, he doesn't seem offended by what she'd done. )
Of course. ( he smiles brightly, accompanying her down the path that she indicated. as they walk onward, he folds his wings into his back as to take up less space. ) I've been flying over the city often, as of late. I have a few places I think we can look first, and if they're suitably defensible, you can take your pick.
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he might not know now that misa counted among them, but since the very beginning, when they were so new to their attunement to the Kenoma that they were still forming personal conceptions of it, she had been willing to bid herself against the escaping Pleroma more than makoto had been willing to. the Regent had used this as a verbal knife in their first meeting, but in reality, he believes he owes much to them — and misa, by extension. that brief acknowledgement and dismissal had lit a fire under him that had galvanized him to where he is now. if he had instead been coddled and cooed over, he likely would have been content to remain where he was, stagnating in his own personal growth.
and there's no place for something like that among them, is there? stagnation is a quality of the Pleroma — if they are to attune further to the Kenoma, they should be ready to change, to warp and to grow, even if it meant they would fall into destruction either before or at the end.
he begins to nod, generally understanding, but as she indicates a demonstration — his shoulders go tense, and he lifts up his hand to observe the sudden, bizarre sensation of rigidity in his hand. at first, the action is sharp, jarring from alarm — the reason is that the sensation of turning to stone is somewhat like that of when he had started to say datenshou's name upon first meeting him, prompted by J. one of the few ways a demon can die a permanent death is to speak the name of a demon that outranks them; their bodies turn to stone, and then they shatter into pieces body and soul. such a sensation carries with it an immediate and forceful feeling of fear for him, then. but he sees rather quickly that it's not quite the same effect, and one of his eyebrows arches as he observes the faint petrification to his hand. he looks up to her with a slight wideness to his eyes, suddenly grasping the strength and tactical power of her ability. )
Yes. Absolutely. ( what an interesting power... ) Is this something you could do before arriving here, or is it something that you've developed since?
( just professional curiosity. the way that powers manifest in Aions, even unbidden or willfully created, is interesting to him, as someone who has never had his own inherent abilities. regardless, he doesn't seem offended by what she'd done. )
Of course. ( he smiles brightly, accompanying her down the path that she indicated. as they walk onward, he folds his wings into his back as to take up less space. ) I've been flying over the city often, as of late. I have a few places I think we can look first, and if they're suitably defensible, you can take your pick.