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sweetdeath) wrote in thefarshore2017-07-04 09:00 pm
Heaven's BBS | Text
Posted: August 1, 2016 16:40:38
From: Asato Tsuzuki
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If you're a shinki, how do you know if you knew how to do something before you died? We all have skills and talents, I mean, mostly. I haven't found a whole lot of mine so far.
I feel like there's got to be something, though! So.
How did you remember?
Do I just have to try doing everything once?
EDITED 16:55:20
Oh yeah also if anybody knows anything about onmyojitsu, text me? Thanks!
[He's appended his phone number.]
From: Asato Tsuzuki
----
If you're a shinki, how do you know if you knew how to do something before you died? We all have skills and talents, I mean, mostly. I haven't found a whole lot of mine so far.
I feel like there's got to be something, though! So.
How did you remember?
Do I just have to try doing everything once?
EDITED 16:55:20
Oh yeah also if anybody knows anything about onmyojitsu, text me? Thanks!
[He's appended his phone number.]
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[He's settling down cross-legged. The grass is dry, and cut short, so he can settle his ink pot down in it while he unfastens the brush case and pulls the brush out. He picks up a strip of paper, and holds it with care.]
I'm just going to try a barrier. I don't really think it's going to blow up or turn the, the nearest tree into a monster, or anything like that.
But...
[But, even knowing better, there's that itch of fear at the back of his mind, the sense that he could blow things up, or turn someone or something into a monster. If he wanted, he could do quite a lot of things.
He doesn't like that feeling.]
no subject
[That strikes him as an awfully important detail to gloss over. He looks Tsuzuki over curiously, rather interested to see just how powerful he is now.]
If it's only a barrier... that shouldn't cause much damage, either way.
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[So, maybe he's just being a coward, Tsuzuki tells himself, dips his brush, and carefully starts to write out the spell on the translucent slip of paper. It takes shape quickly, ancient forms of the characters for protection, envelopment, and strength filling the paper.
His own energy hangs in the air as he works, his efforts to keep it contained slipping away as he focuses on the paper. It's powerful indeed, if inconsistently disciplined, and there's a flavor to it that speaks of the spirit world more than the human.
It takes a few minutes before he finishes and sets down his brush, holding out the still-wet paper to display its geometrically precise calligraphy.]