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Many of Duniya knew of the Divine Order. They all had varying thoughts of the religious body, but most held some measure of respect for them whether it was for their devotion to the Pantheon or for their willingness to cope with the unreliable Duniya gods. The Divine Order did not typically involve itself in the everyday affairs of its residents, but something about the uniqueness of the existence of the Tabula Rasa had intrigued the gods.

The Order contained the gods' messengers, and so, the Divine Order learned that they must interfere with these 'Tabula Rasa'—blank slates born out of Rasa. The particular reasons for the gods' interference was unknown, but no matter if Locke particularly agreed to it or not, the new manifests were to be brought to the Divine Order—specifically, Shakuni—immediately upon manifestation.

Shakuni herself was a deeply devout priestess of the Order. It was said that the gods had touched her themselves, and therefore she held a deep connection and affinity to the affairs of the gods. Shakuni was a leader in the Order and perhaps the most important messenger of them all. To be called to bring the Tabula Rasa to the gods meant that the Tabula Rasa held some deep significance. The certain significance was, as of currently, unknown, but one did not question the gods' wishes.

Another manifestation had arrived—Albel. It was time.

As routine before she had to present someone with the gods, Shakuni entered a meditative state where she could speak with her gods. No matter what, she kept alert for the sounds around her, to make sure she would not find herself surprised and to make sure she knew exactly when the manifestation would enter.

If the gods wished to meet all the manifestations, Shakuni would be the vessel which would allow that.

(( The gods have spoken through their faithful servant! They have decreed that all new manifestations are to be brought to the attention of the Divine Order and brought to Shakuni, their faithful messenger, as soon as possible.

This PRP thread is reserved for the manifestation Albel Nox.

This introductory post is very similar to the ones of the other Tabula because the Divine Order and Shakuni have not been known very long; it gives you a chance to get to know them as well. ))

Shakuni had been deep in meditation when she heard the commotion begin behind her. Not one, not two, but three guards were dragging a Tabula with them, and if Shakuni wasn't so faithful that she was under the protection of the gods, she would be a tad nervous. Instead, however, she only seemed mildly frustrated. Shakuni did not like when someone broke the piece in her Divine Order, but it seemed this Tabula was determined to do just that with unholy yelling and unnecessary thrashing about.

What a violent Tabula this was. Anat might appreciate.

The priestess stood up just in time to be confronted by two angry and demanding questions. "The Gods will not take well to your attitude." Though it had seemed the gods had not smited such brash characters yet, she wouldn't be surprised if one of these Tabula eventually pushed things just a little too far. "I would suggest you calm."

After waiting a few more moments, Shakuni began her typical introduction. "I am Shakuni, my child, and you are here in the Divine Order." Almost motherly, Shakuni went from strict to much softer within only a minute. "The Gods have called upon you and the other Tabula as they wish to meet you for themselves."

These recent Tabula were pushing the boundaries of her endless patience. Were they not supposed to be blank slates? Why did they protest so? "You have not been alive for long, my child, and these reactions are most unnecessary. If you would please calm, this would be much appreciated by both I and the Gods who wish to see you in their presence."

Albel Nox would understand the power of the Pantheon soon enough. The priestess had no further need to scold him for the moment. "I didn't know the newborn Tabula had memories," remarked Shakuni, frankly. "This is most curious. I am sure the Gods will be even more interested." She gestured to Albel, and his guard, to follow her as she headed towards the fountain.

While she knew Albel would never follow willingly, she did know that she could trust the guard to pull him along. "We shall go to the Fountain of Lights, where you shall meet the Gods. Come, Albel."

"If you've been alive for years," remarked Shakuni, "you would have been brought to me many years ago. You doth protest too much." She tried to keep her voice level, hiding the inner annoyance she felt at his continuous yelling, struggling, and protesting. It took all of her restraint to keep herself from asking the gods to shut him up personally. Usually, she was very calm, but something about the violent Tabula grated on her.

The hole in his chest? "That I am not exactly sure of, but it is strange that you ask since all Tabula are born with a hole in their chests. I believe it holds some kind of essense." Shakuni would not be surprised if he had an essence of some sort of evil in his chest. Perhaps violence, or perhaps insanity. Insanity seemed like an option.

"Now, if you would calm down for the moment, that would be most excellent. Perhaps then the gods can visit you." Then they could deal with him. Ones this annoying needed to be taught lessons every once in a while, especially if they were blaspheming in the presense of all of the gods. Shakuni stopped at the fountain and turned to face him, waiting patiently for Albel to stop his flailing.

"I don't know why you're a grown man." This grown man was making her groan in annoyance. At least the guard finally seemed to calm him down. She seemed a lot less tense and annoyed once Albel made some strange agreement to cooperate. If he insisted on cutting down the gods, that was his problem. At least, for the moment, she could lead him to the gods so perhaps he could learn.

After thanking the guard, she politely dismissed him. Shakuni gave the most threatening glance to Albel she could muster to make sure that the irritating young man would not take his chance to escape. Then, she returned to her location near the fountain.

As soon as the guard was out of range--and out of mind--the room became dark and Shakuni spoke with a rather strange, echoing voice. The woman, if anything, sounded possessed by some ethereal being. "What are you drawn to, Albel?"



(( Black is between the blue and green. ))

Ah, crimson. The color of anger. Shakuni couldn't help a mild chuckle that was clearly her own at the choice, especially after she spotted Albel's expression. However, as soon as she had control over her own body again, it seemed that her control over the situation was completely sucked away. The chuckling was replaced with a rather malicious cackle.

"Ah, Albel! Pleasant choice." Shakuni's voice had become significantly deeper. While her voice had stopped echoing, it was a little surreal to listen to someone go from a soprano to a baritone in no time flat. "It's been a while since I've seen someone so drawn. Tell me, Albel, are you often furious with the world and its function?"

Shakuni the Priestess... or really, whatever she was, randomly decided that it was okay to sit on the edge of the fountain. The other colors began to fade out of view in the meantime, leaving only the crimson light burning brightly like the light in Albel's eyes.

Shakuni looked a little surprised, but the expression that Shakuni's face made did not seem to be an expression the priestess would normally make. How peculiar. "Viewing us as equals, are you?" Whatever was possessing the priestess sounded both irritated and impressed at the same time. "Awfully bold man you are," remarked 'Shakuni,' before turning around and facing the glowing crimson water flowing from the fountain of light.

"Passion is certainly a way to think of it, too. It just happens that most of your 'passion' is displayed in the emotion of anger and the drive of infuriation. It's still the same. Anger is a very passionate emotion. But, now Albel, what drives you? Why are you so passionate? What is driving you? And if you can't decide what is driving you... what is making you still go on and figure it out? Perhaps the search itself is what is driving you, Albel?" The god possessing the priestess certainly seemed to have plenty of questions, a smirk dancing on her face.

(( Same here, not to worry. ^^; ))