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 Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 12:45 pm
*Reiyvian braced herself as soon as she entered the room, staff held in both hands and out before her in a guarded stance. She narrowed her ameythyst eyes at the man who was being pinned to the ground. There were so many warring souls within him... all fighting for dominance. They were emitting such a large ammount of spiritual energy that it felt to Reiyvian, who was highly sensitive to such things... as if she was trying to slug her way through mud.
She had some ammount of personal experience with multiple souls... but never this many in one vessle before.
She forced her way forward and kneeled besides the man's bucking body.*
"What is his name?"
*she asked calmly as she stared into his clouded eyes...*
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 12:55 pm
"He is apparently Mamoru Atteka"
She said looking down at the woman and Mamoru as he was pinned not sure how she could help at all. She didn't know what would happen nor what was happening now but she hoped it would stop soon.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 6:59 pm
*The priestess lays her hands on the mans struggling body, she places them firmly on his shoulders and gazes into his seemingly sightless eyes. She speaks calmly but clearly...*
"Mamoru... MAMORU!!"
*She raises her voice, but it doesn't change in it's crystaline and calming quality. As she spoke the name of the soul who was supposedly in posession of the vessle at this moment... it would recognize that it was being adressed. The man would likely still convulse, but he would try and meet her eyes. Try and focus on her. That was all the opening she needed.*
"Hear my voice Mamoru Atteka. Do not fight me.. NOW. Lay still in the name of the holy Goddess Leiy'ei'sha!"
*The man's body would stop twisting and fighting at the hands that tried to keep it still. The priestess had cast a binding on him. Not a binding of the souls... but merely the container. It would be painless and oddly soothing.
Without the man fighting against them, the others would now be free to stand back and she would get to work.*
"He will be fine... but what I must do is going to be a very difficult task and it will consume much of my energy. Please... no one interfere."
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 10:11 pm
Everything went to her plan thus far.
His body stopped moving and the two people holding him backed away, Sam and the blacksmith stood at the doorway makign sure nothing interrupted her.
They were not sure how any of this happened nor why she was helping but it was a relief to not see the man writhing like he was dying.
They remained silent, listening to her words and watching her they seemed as much in awe of her as well. But the remained silent and watched on.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 10:53 pm
*Reiyvian could sense the spiritual residue left behind from the previous seal. But with this many souls... it would be difficult to tell which soul was the rightful posessor of the body.
There seemed to be 7 souls in total... Some of them slightly weaker than others, suggesting that they spent less time in posession of the vessle.
She extended a gentle mind brush, a seeking and questioning tendril of telepathic ability aimed to scan Mamoru's thoughts and memories for answers...
what would she see in them?*
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 11:11 pm
...
a young man stood on the ground mamoru's hand to his throat a teacher by his command forced him to let go, the boy on the ground looked up at mamoru in anger
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again the boy and again mamoru was above him, the boy bruised and bloody
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Mamoru sat on the ground moving back as the sword slashed down and the world went black.
...
Mamoru lay on deck, warm and wet while slowly his body lost itself, everything dimmed and died. Mamoru died.
...
Mamoru floated above a shrine, looking down on a young man, everything around him seemed surreal, as if more real than him, his body itself pulsed gently but it wasn't a body, it was his soul, pure and released from his body.
Looking down at the young man with silver hair as the tatoo was placed on his arm mamoru darted to take into the body, just as 5 other spirits did so as well.
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it would be like watching a movie skipping around, bits and pieces that seemed prominant, the boy was the man who blinded him and killed him, an important event in his mind. It would be brightest and prominant, dulling the other memories mamoru held.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 12:10 am
*Reiyvian watches the flashes of memory, drawing the fragments together and gleaning facts from the snatches of thought. They all led to one person. The silver haired boy.... she managed to gain a name. Tenma.
So this was the body of Tenma. She needed to confer with this soul... She extended a second tendril of power. This one eminating warmth a reassurance, beckoning the one she sought to come forth...*
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 12:43 pm
And so he did.
His soul would be the strongest of the 7 attached to the body, if she did infact look in his memory he would have a childhood in this body, all his little life events leading up to the day he performed the ritual that put other souls in his body with him.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 8:42 pm
*Look into his memories the woman did... she HAD to be sure. After all... it's not like souls were play things to just be tossed around recklessly! Doing anything to a soul had severe reprecussions... one way or another.
The memory she focused on though... would be the ritual where the boy was taking souls into himself. To what purpose? She needed to know!*
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 8:48 pm
His emotions bubbled up, excitment, apprehension, he had won the tournaments and become the elite. He had proven himself atleast here.
The priest pushed his thumb agains tenma's right arm and traced a circle first, then a prestess traced 4 interstecting lines of blue over the red circle and they both began to focus.
Tenma stood stock still as the room grew cold and suddenly his body stopped, everything stopped reacting to what he wanted and he felt 6 balls of tightly woven emotion. prodding them with his mind they each gave off seperate emotions, the preist had told him of this, these were his consils.
Nothing seemed wrong, nothing at all, but it would grow wrong a few years later.
this was all he had to do to be an elite, to keep from having corruption in his ruling body, to take these balls of emotion in?
those were his thoughts but they changed very soon.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 10:18 pm
*Reiyvian watched with intrest, paying carefull attention to every little detail her trained mind could pick out.
So. He had gone through a ritual to prepare his body as a host for other souls. Souls that were to act as counsel. Each acting as a independantly thinking conscience.
The boy had made some climb in rank and status. His new title of an 'elite' meant he had rulership duties. These souls were to keep him free of corruption and guide him along his path.
But what happens when one of the souls becomes corrupt?
The priestess sought to find this out also.*
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 10:25 pm
It wasn't so much one was corrupt more an intervention.
An adept is a human that gains elemental powers by hard training, an elite is one who takes hard training but most never become an adept he did, soon he had flames dancing to his song, obeying him.
and the first time it happened he was almost killed.
A young man with green hair was found in his bedchambers after tenma had been heard screaming in pain, now tenma was one of the souls in the background.
Rin had made his apperance, the adepts leaders had said that his attribute to elements had altered the magical bonds holding the spirits from taking his body and now they could in times where he was not concentrating take control of him.
he hated it now, he did not want them but the adepts gave him a bracelet that kept them from consuming him.
That bracelet if she looked lay crumpled on the ground.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 10:43 pm
*Hmm... That much reliance on one item for something so serious... was just a plain bad idea. The adepts had been fools! He was lucky the bracelet hadn't failed him before now.
Rising gracefully to her feet, Reiyvian began to chant. She held her staff out vertically before her... and began to spin it. She made sure it was about 1 and a half feet above Tenma's body at all times. As it spun wind sprung up within the room, gusing outwards from the woman, tossing her honey-gold hair behind her in frenzied tendrils and gusting her long white robes about her lithe body. The staff would begin to pulse with a buttery-yellow light.
Suddenly it would stop spinning, and in a flash of violet eyes... it would appear as if the elf intended to drive the shaft of wood into the man's sternum with incredible force. It would in fact stop half an inch away from his chest.
A blinding flash would illuminate the room as what looked like an explosion took place and tendrils of light, light luminous serpants slithered forth from the staff and surrounded Tenma's body before plunging into his chest.
It would be painless, but this much spiritual energy would rock the mans body fairly forcefully. She could only hope that as bad as it MIGHT look... that the people behind her did not try and interrupt at so crucial a moment.*
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 10:53 pm
It did not matter that the adepts were fools, they were probably all dead or in chains as slaves to the northern invades that had destroyed risalas nearly a year ago.
His body did infact rock, and not a single person would do much more than stare, they were in awe of her now, if not in fear.
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