thefarshore | Heaven's BBS

[ She nods in response. ] It's no trouble at all. [ And then she steps to the side, motioning to the torii. ] Would you like to follow me, or... [ She pauses, considering him. ] What would you prefer?

[ Whatever is most comfortable for him, she'll be okay with it. But she offers a shy, awkward smile. ] It, ah, just seems strange to be standing at the entrance, that's all.

[ He looks past her toward her temple, taking in the structure in one slow sweep before returning his gaze back to her. ]

I don't like temples.

[ An odd statement for a shinki but a truthful one. ]

I prefer to stay out here, if possible.

~~[ Wow Mr. Difficult to Please here. ]~~

Alright..! [ Fair enough. She won't force him. ] Although, I'm sure you'd like some privacy, no? [ He seems like a very private person. ]

There's some hills and a nice garden-like area a little over that way.

[ He was fine doing it outside the temple but he won't reject the offer instead he shifts his shoulders away from the temple. ]

Lead the way.

[ It will be a short walk to the next area, where they'll be surrounded by some trees and taller hills. She turns around when they've arrived, clasping her hands together in front of her. ] This is it, and... let me begin by saying that I'm glad to see you again.

[ It must be difficult for him, to not understand what these symptoms must mean. She's here to help find out, although whether she succeeds or not is still unknown. ] ...I was thinking about how to proceed in the time it took for you to come here. And I think that the best starting point is... you hand. [ She places the bag on the soft grass and then extends both of her hands out to him. ] As a miko, I can read fortunes and fates. [ At least the ones in her world can. ] While it won't give me a specific glimpse into your past, it can provide an indirect story of it, as well as what these symptoms may bring in the future.

If you don't want to do this, that's fine! However, we do need to begin somewhere.

[ OOC: if he agrees, whether this works or not is up to you! ]

[ Fortunes and fates.... he looks down at the offered hands and while hesitant, clasps hers in a strong hold. Whatever the risk, he needed to know.

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Snow.

It fell gently on her skin leaving behind a whisper of warmth. The god was suddenly transported to a world of phantasm hidden in the dark recess of his mind. Before her, a trail of old footprints steer her toward a dark forest where no light passes through. Should she choose to follow where it leads, she will find a steel gun covered in blood marking the entrance of the forest. If she moves to touch it a memory will suddenly burst into full glory.

A heart beat rapidly in his chest. He was running, chasing after a figure in the dark. He ran headlong through the streets tracking the echo of insanity smeared across the wind and when he caught sight of the human figure he pulled out the gun. The shadowy figure laughed and he--you--pulled the trigger and a sharp cry filled the air as the bullet slammed through flesh and you smiled, an acrid smile filled with the same taint of insanity.

The gun suddenly slips from your grasp the blood making it too slippery to hold onto and when it hits the ground the white snow turns red.]

You shouldn't touch that.

[ A figure steps out of the forest, looking like Zero but with slightly longer hair. ]

Who are you?

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[ And so it begins. She closes her eyes, breathing steadily.

To be shown a memory so clearly-- it could only mean it was a source of turmoil for the young man, for this is not the usual par of the course. She suddenly feels as if she's invading in a space that hardly anyone else has stepped into, or perhaps should step into. Those old foot prints should be the only ones leading into that forest, but she follows them anyway, and indeed does find the gun and the memories it contains.

It's staggering to see its contents, to feel that finger pulling back to click the trigger in place through his memories, to have the weapon fire. She doesn't quite understand what at all that is happening, however, because it's a whirl of emotions and blood and tragedy.

She looks up abruptly when the new figure calls out, a flash of worry coming across her face. ] Zero...? [ She murmurs at first, but then corrects herself, withdrawing partially. The real Zero in front of her may see that her fingers are curling back slightly from his hand, although she stills herself. ] No-- someone else. [ Someone who only looks like him. ]

[ His brows furrow, shifting down to where he her hands pulled away from him. ]

Is something wrong?

[ Worry begins to spread and he loosens his hold on her and instead of clasping her hands, he lets them sit on the palm of his open hand so that she could pull away with ease. ]

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[ Her form blurs for a moment, and the figure tilts his head watching as she solidifies once more, earning a frown from him. ]

You know it's rude to invade someone's heart.

[ He sets his hand on the tree and it lights up at his touch throwing light around them. ]

You don't belong here. I suggest you leave.

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[ She's an intruder, she shouldn't be here. She gets that feeling, and his words are like a sword being drawn against her. A threat.

And... she feels as if she's playing with fire, delving into this sort of memory-space. ] Wait. [ She protests, but only this time. ] My name is Sanae. Who are you? I'm only trying to figure out what curse he may be under--

Sanea? [ He looks her over looking none too impressed. ] You look like a little girl who'd break at the slightest touch.

[ He smiles, pleased by that question. ]

I'm his heart.

[ He's about to add something else when her question has his smile falling. ]

It's not a curse.

[ She blinks when he comments on her appearance. A little girl? Yes, she knows she appears (and acts) young, but something else about this man bothers her. His stance-- that ego, that insult, the cocky smile-- it does remind her of how a few youkai have regarded her.

It should put her on guard, but it doesn't. She doesn't have time for his games, she only wants to help Zero. So she gets right to the point: ] ...Then what is it?

It's the way things are.

[ He lets go of the tree and it stops glowing throwing them back in darkness, say for the moonlight streaming down. The figure smiles at her, and slips behind the tree disappearing from view before stepping out the other side. ]

You can't help.

[ He lifts his gaze, looking back up at her, and suddenly he's raising a gun - the same gun! - and pointing it at her. ]

I don't like sharing.

[ Her eyes widen as she looks at the barrel of the gun, surprised to see a weapon in this sort of place. She doesn't know if it would hurt her, but then again nothing like this has happened before when she's tried to read a fortune. ] I can help. [ She says, rather determinedly to boot. She's rather stubborn, and she doesn't take retreat lightly. Although make no mistake, as one of her hands still at her side forms a small fist, her knuckles are turning white. The uncertainty of this situation is unnerving as his cold smile. ]

And I will help. [ This part of him is something like a defense mechanism, she guesses. ] You want to protect Zero. [ She sympathizes. ] I do too. Please-- don't be afraid of letting others into your heart...

Silly.

[ He shoots her. ]

That's my line.

[ The shot rings out in the silence of the night and once it hits its target she's transported to a dark room. There's an unmade bed, a lamp, dresser and no pictures. No single marker to identify the occupant of the room except for the heaving sounds coming from the bathroom. The door is slightly ajar and a pale light streams out given enough light to chase away a portion of the darkness.

If he approaches the bathroom, the room gets noticeably cold with every step and once the door is pushed open a glass falls on the ground breaking at the unclad feet of the figure inside. Zero grasps the edge of the sink with bloody fingers slowly cracking the porcelain beneath as he struggles for breath. ]

[ She braces for the shot, ready to move, but then the scene changes. She takes note of the seemingly minimalist bedroom, but the lack of pictures and decor only makes it more suspicious. But she only scans the walls and furniture a little longer, as the pale light of the bathroom and struggling sounds within call her attention.

She stands-- not having realized she'd collapsed from the false shot-- and cautiously makes her way towards the door. ] Zero-- [ She says, although she knows that her voice may not reach him. Still, her tone is far beyond concerned, and the real Zero may notice that her brows are knitting together with worry where she stands in front of him.

Sanae moves closer, watching and waiting for what may occur next. ]

[ Back in the real world, Zero watches her eyebrows knit and he begins to grow worried. Should he break contact? ]

Is everything okay?

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[ Inside the memory, Zero is too caught up in his own struggles to hear her calling out for him. His stomach convulses and he violently heaves out a white pill. It lands in the water and disappears in a sea of red while his fingers slowly slip from the sink. He drops to his knees crushing the pills that lay scattered all around him.

The scene lasts but a moment before the windows start to shake and a cold wind breaks through rushing inside to surround the intruder. The commotion has Zero looking up exposing a bloody tattoo covered in scratches as the familiar figure from before appears and closes the door shut. With a neutral look, he flicks one of the pills at her before she's suddenly thrown out of his mind in a violent push. ]

[ One moment she's watching this Zero struggle with strange medication, the next she's gasping as she sees the blood dripping down the scratches at his tattoo. She's about to speak his name, but then he's noticed her, the windows are shaking, the wind is rushing, and then he flicks one of those pills at her and--

---And she's out of those memories, almost stumbling back from where she stands. ] ...Zero. [ She whispers, her voice scarce as she sees the real one in front of her, noting the concern in his eyes. Her own are misting, what with the big heart that she has and the scenes she's just seen. Her mind is still trying to make sense of everything, and a bead of cool sweat drips down the side of her face from the experience.

First the other, long-haired Zero. The "defense mechanism" as she now dubs him. Then the room when he was younger, the scratching at his tattoo on his neck, the pills on the ground. From what she's glimpsed of the marking on his neck, it seems like some sort of sigil or seal. Definitely not natural. But what it is and why it may be on his neck, she doesn't know. And the pills are a mystery as well, strange tables that turned the water red.

Blood red. ] ...Allow me to see your neck. [ She then says, taking her hand away from his. ] Please.

[ He's about to break contact when she stumbles back, which has alarms ringing in his head and he quickly moves to steady her. ]

What happened? Are you okay? Do you need to sit down?

[ He's about to her pick her up and set her down when her words draw a confused look on his face. His neck? What about it? He's more concerned with her current state, but he can also tell that she won't back down without an answer, so he compromises instead. ]

Sit down first. Then, you can take a look.

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Alright... [ She concedes. Sanae tucks her skirt underneath her, sitting down upon the ground next to her bag.

She brings her hand up to wipe underneath the corner of her eyes, and then looks back up at him. ] ...I have more clues, but I need to confirm them first.

[ He crouches down in front of her, and sets one knee on the ground. He's still worried about her but she seems okay... so far. ]

What do you need me to do?

I just want to confirm a few things.

[ She begins after a breath. The best thing she can do for him is to remain calm. ] ...Like if you have a tattoo on your neck. [ She can't exactly bring up his other self within that mind palace of his, or the memories she's seen. That could possibly trigger him to be blighted, or worse-- to be turned into an ayakashi. ]

[ His brows furrow, but he nods nonetheless. ]

I do. [ And to accommodate her earlier request, he tugs down the tie and pulls aside the collar of his shirt to show her. The skin is pristine, no scratch or scar just the Hunter tattoo. ]

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