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won't you come dance with the darkness
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kusoniwa[ ooc: info post! chaos saniwa oc voicetesting, basically. hit me up if you have any feedback/questions! ]
Something's not quite right around the citadel. There's a spot of dark energy lurking around - it's not very faint, but definitely non-malevolent, in the same way that a napping lioness is non-malevolent. Repressed, even. A dampened disturbance, as if someone had dropped a bottle of ink in the courtyard and covered it up with sand.
Should you choose to follow it, the trace will lead you to one of three places.
a - kitchen;
It's early in the morning, very early, in fact. Saniwas and their swords take turns using the communal kitchen, so it's her team that does it first. Getting up early and going to sleep late isn't good for a human's condition, though - so her bed head is out in full force, dark red locks falling over her visage in a tousled mess.
Depending on when you catch her, she's either frying eggs at the stove with a piece of toast in her mouth, eating said eggs, or slumped over her mug of coffee mumbling incoherently in a half-asleep state. She looks like a normal person, and unarmed too. But you are sure that the source of the miasma comes from her.
Will you approach, or just leave her alone?
b - dojo;
Are you here to spar or to train on a day off? Then, it's your lucky day, because someone has pinned a piece of paper to the dojo door.
It says FIGHT ME in large red marker.
The person who wrote it is inside, shaking where she stands - though it isn't from nervousness or fear, because it can get hard to control the demons in your own head at times - and the best way to make them behave is just to beat the shit out of everything you can. She doesn't care even if she gets hurt, since she can heal herself. What's important is to get her mind clear so she can survive another day without being beheaded by her own swords.
"You there!"
She raises one of her two swords - a black one, so dark as to almost seem like a gash in reality. The pressure in the room is palpable, giving the impression that darkness is oozing from the shadow her body casts.
"Fight me!"
c - courtyard;
It's dark outside, and quiet - with faint stridulations of nocturnal insects punctuating the peaceful silence. A breeze rides through the Citadel, leaving rustling curtains in its wake and stirring leaves at her feet. She brushes them aside and squats down at the sky lantern by her side, snapping her fingers and lighting the wick with black fire.
The woman then stands back and watches the lantern rise into the sky - an unlit one, because the flames in its heart are as dark as the sky in the distance. The lantern carries a tiny box much like how a balloon carries a gondola, both objects fading into the darkness for a while before reappearing in a flash of brilliant light. A flare scattering sparks, much like how a firework would be.
"Mm. That's all, that should be all."
She sighs, abruptly flopping onto the grassy ground and folding her hands behind her head.
"We'll see you... well. I don't know. We'll see you sometime."
She even sounds a touch sad.
Something's not quite right around the citadel. There's a spot of dark energy lurking around - it's not very faint, but definitely non-malevolent, in the same way that a napping lioness is non-malevolent. Repressed, even. A dampened disturbance, as if someone had dropped a bottle of ink in the courtyard and covered it up with sand.
Should you choose to follow it, the trace will lead you to one of three places.
a - kitchen;
It's early in the morning, very early, in fact. Saniwas and their swords take turns using the communal kitchen, so it's her team that does it first. Getting up early and going to sleep late isn't good for a human's condition, though - so her bed head is out in full force, dark red locks falling over her visage in a tousled mess.
Depending on when you catch her, she's either frying eggs at the stove with a piece of toast in her mouth, eating said eggs, or slumped over her mug of coffee mumbling incoherently in a half-asleep state. She looks like a normal person, and unarmed too. But you are sure that the source of the miasma comes from her.
Will you approach, or just leave her alone?
b - dojo;
Are you here to spar or to train on a day off? Then, it's your lucky day, because someone has pinned a piece of paper to the dojo door.
It says FIGHT ME in large red marker.
The person who wrote it is inside, shaking where she stands - though it isn't from nervousness or fear, because it can get hard to control the demons in your own head at times - and the best way to make them behave is just to beat the shit out of everything you can. She doesn't care even if she gets hurt, since she can heal herself. What's important is to get her mind clear so she can survive another day without being beheaded by her own swords.
"You there!"
She raises one of her two swords - a black one, so dark as to almost seem like a gash in reality. The pressure in the room is palpable, giving the impression that darkness is oozing from the shadow her body casts.
"Fight me!"
c - courtyard;
It's dark outside, and quiet - with faint stridulations of nocturnal insects punctuating the peaceful silence. A breeze rides through the Citadel, leaving rustling curtains in its wake and stirring leaves at her feet. She brushes them aside and squats down at the sky lantern by her side, snapping her fingers and lighting the wick with black fire.
The woman then stands back and watches the lantern rise into the sky - an unlit one, because the flames in its heart are as dark as the sky in the distance. The lantern carries a tiny box much like how a balloon carries a gondola, both objects fading into the darkness for a while before reappearing in a flash of brilliant light. A flare scattering sparks, much like how a firework would be.
"Mm. That's all, that should be all."
She sighs, abruptly flopping onto the grassy ground and folding her hands behind her head.
"We'll see you... well. I don't know. We'll see you sometime."
She even sounds a touch sad.
