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 Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 10:21 pm
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—Aletheia. 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 Aletheia.
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. ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 2:44 pm
Aletheia stood at the top of a set of stairs for hours on end, staring out the window at the sun. Her eyes frequently turned to an icy glare, gaining her a quizzical look from those who passed by her - those that did not swiftly pass her, thinking she was some adept in deep thought. What is the purpose in glaring at the sun? It did shift to a more thoughtful look from time to time. A priest approached her, asking her to follow him, and began to walk a few steps before noticing she was not following. He tried to grab her hand, to perhaps lead her there himself - but she recoiled in haste, as if he had made a motion to attack her. After a few seconds of focusing analyzing the priest, she stood up and walked past the priest, who had to hurry to catch up with her.
He led her to a room so she could put on some appropriate clothes - a simple brown robe was what he offered her, but at best he got a silent stare, and at worse she would hunch over as if she was ready to lunge at him. His immeadiate thoughts were that... something was not right within her, but she could clearly comprehend what he was saying to her. He shook his head and gave a sigh, thoroughly giving an explanation as to where she should go. He wasn't sure if she was stable enough for him to try and lead her there, so he decided she would make it there herself. He felt that she might indeed make an attempt at his life.
Barefoot, she entered the temple. Entering the temple in the same state as she had entered this world. She silently walked across the floor, making not a sound. She did not speak, but stayed silent. Her eyes did not wander, did not marvel at the things around her. She stayed perfectly still.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 6:33 pm
Shakuni, had she not become almost attuned to the presence of the Tabula, would not have realized that she was no longer alone at the Divine Order. She turned slowly, her long, blue hair slipping down her back and saw a small, silent girl in the doorway. She did not move, as the others had, nor did she appear interested in what was around her. There was a distinct lack of everything to her.
"What is your name?" She tried hard not to sound like her usual, stern self. "You are allowed to come closer, if you wish. The Gods have called you here."
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:49 am
Aletheia analyzed the blue haired girl, just as she had the priest. No emotion showed on her face from her findings, if there were any. She did not move, even when she was told she could. She was still perfectly still, and it hardly evens seemed like she was breathing - it was if she was a statue. "Why?" It was soft, and sharp at that same time. Soft like the snow, but hard like the ice. She had seemingly ignored the first question, as if she had never been asked. Perhaps it was not that easy to decipher what she meant, for there could have been many possibilites.
Why am I here?
Why have the gods called me?
What do they want?
But really, she wanted the answer to all of those questions, even though they were really all the same.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 11:38 am
The girl was cold; she had a feeling about her that Shakuni could not describe any other way. The Tabula had mostly ignored all that she had to say; Shakuni had learned by now not to feel any surprise. Tabula were... different. They had a manner that was unlike that of most of Odisse's populace.
She was about to skip the formalities (Shakuni had a feeling that wouldn't lead anywhere) and just offer herself to the gods when she heard the question. Again! She wished she did know why herself. The Gods, on a whole, were not a chatty group.
"Why?" She murmured the word, half to herself and half to ensure the girl she had heard her and was intending to answer. "I do not know. It is the God's will to meet all Manifested Tabula. To which end I have not been told." The last sentence was firmer, as if to to say the matter was closed. To Shakuni it was; one did not question the Gods. That was all there was to it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 6:58 pm
Aletheia constantly stood emotionless, as did the girl opposite her - she could not completely call her woman. She... she could call herself neither, it seemed. She was only in this form, but she knew there was something that set her apart, even though they looked the same. It seemed she had not been the first, or the last to stand before her. While she did not seem surprised, Aletheia felt there was something... stirring within her.
She did not speak as this... priestess contemplated the question, but only spoke promptly after she was finished. "So you pledge allegiance to a force that you do not know the motive of." She said curtly and sharply as before, unwilling to take such an answer. To give your undying loyalty to anyone... especially to someone, or something that you did not definely know...
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 6:29 pm
Shakuni's eyes widened at the Tabula's response. Such insolence in one so new in the world! "The Gods created Duniya; they are weaved into the fibres of the world's being. Their motives are clear; to watch over us. It is to this end that we worship the Pantheon." She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, already feeling the God's will seeping into her before she had finished speaking to the girl. It was a heady feeling, and a giddiness rose up through her as a laugh spilled from between her lips.
Shakuni spoke again, but the voice was imbued with something not her own. It rang with increased clarity and a sinister edge had surrounded it.
"Little one, you would do best to believe in your Gods. For we know your secrets; secrets not even you yourself could hope to unravel."
The light of the room had dimmed so that everything appeared to be slightly out of focus; a strange ethereal quality had enveloped them.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 6:55 pm
Finally, a reaction - her defiance had set her off. Aletheia listened to this brief history lesson, logging it into her memory. She could not hope to understand herself without understanding these gods. These words, 'Duniya' and 'Pantheon' meant little to her, but seemed to mean very much to her. It was their history. History. Something she did not have. Yet.
She watched carefully as there was a subtle, well, perhaps not so subtle change in the woman before her. It seemed she was now taking to the gods. Aletheia showed no fear, for there was nothing to fear - "I merely asked why she, and her kind believed in you. I have said that I didn't. I know you do, for how else would I be standing here before you? I know that there is much that you know and that I do not." Her voice had no sarcasm, or mocking tone to it. She was spoke plainly and calmly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 12:12 pm
Shakuni slumped, all rigidity siphoned from her form, to the floor as the lights went out. The voice had saturated the room; a dull echo seemed to reverberate from every corner. "She believes because she knows of our power; she is a part of us." Tiny lights had begun to flicker around the stone fountain that stood in the middle of the room as the voice spoke again. "It is not enough to just believe, child. Now choose." The voice dropped away; and it's presence was stripped bare from the walls. The room was now silent, the walls cold.  (( There is a black light between the blue and green lights. ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 1:50 pm
Aletheia was now sure the girl was fully possessed by the gods, if not by the small lecture she was getting but by the order she recieved. Had she truly angered them by such a remark, that's only intention was curiousity? Her eyes were drawn to the lights, not really concentrating at one in particular - she even felt herself taking a step towards the stone fountain.
Her eyes darted to and from certain colours, and some colours her eyes only skimmed for a few moments before passing onto others. However, the colours her eyes focused on the most were the dark violet and the grey - in between the white light were dark bouts of grey, almost black, who seemed to almost be trying to fly away from the fountain.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 1:58 pm
The lights continued to twinkle, intermittently becoming brighter as the Tabula's eyes ran over them and dimming as she looked away.
The only lights that continued to shine intensely were the ones she kept her eyes on the most-- the room was bathed in a violet light, drowning out the equally intense, but less aggressive white light.
"Choose." The voice appeared to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, reverberating across the expansive violet-tinged walls.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 4:02 pm
She found it interesting how the lights grew stronger and weaker as her eyes flickered over them. Not that the prospect of it frightened or surprised her.
"Is it really I who am choosing? Or is the light choosing me?" She asked, her voice coming out louder then she had expected. She watched the violet light overcome the poor white light, but didn't feel pity for it. Ah, but... why would she? It was only just light. No, she knew that wasn't true. It just seemed easier to think of it that way.
The voice, the commanding voice did not seem to rush her decision - though she supposed she had made the decision from the moment she had set her eyes on it, from the very first moment. Her eyes locked onto the dark violet light.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 7:56 pm
The violet light begin to glow intensely, snaking upwards, shifting to form red silk, which completely ensconced the pale figure beneath it. The woman's eyes were closed; as soon as the lights had formed a circle around her and dimmed, however, they flew open and settled upon the Tabula, a hypnotizing shade of violet.
"I suppose you may think of it in whichever way you would like." A shadow of a smile played across the woman's ruby red lips before it flitted away. "I know which I would say."
She leaned in slightly, as if to take a better look at the girl before her. "You've chosen the path of Adbhuta; the path of wonder. Although..." Carmenta frowned slightly, "you seem rather dispirited as compared to everyone else. So, tell me: do you think you're suited?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 4:30 am
Aletheia's demeanor was relatively unchanged even when the woman's eyes landed on her, but inside that a different matter. She could feel... the might of her presence. Her muscles tensed, ever so slightly. To some perhaps this beautiful woman was - well, just that, a beautiful woman. But she felt that there was more to it then that.
She was certainly... an interesting woman. "Oh, which would you say?" She asked with the same neutral tone as possible, even though she believed she already knew the answer. It was like she felt obliged to ask.
Her instincts were to take a step back when the woman leaned in, but she used all her will to keep herself in place. "Perhaps on the outside that may be the case, but..." She halted midway, almost feeling embarrased to say it, ashamed - "inside that is a different matter. Though, I suppose that you are the only one who can truly tell if I am suited or not, not me."
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 11:26 am
Carmenta's already wide eyes widened further in amusement at the girl's question. "Me? Well I believe I would say the light chose you. That is, after all, what I've seen."
Her features relaxed for a moment into neutrality, save for a glint in the eye that seemed to never leave, waiting for the girl's answer. But then the Tabula surprised Carmenta with what she said next, and Carmenta could not hold back a coy smirk.
"Well. Then I believe you really may be suited to us. For it is from the inside that wonder blossoms and emerges." She paused momentarily, deciding if she wanted to tell the girl anymore.
"I know you are more than you seem, Tabula. I have foreseen it. But prophecy does not coerce; it is the subject who sets in motion the parts of the story. It is you who must decide on your path; I can say what I wish, but you will be the one to begin your story."
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