The World of the Non-Living

From: Ra
Date: Sept 20

[ In the early hours of the morning, a video streams onto the network. It's rough, skipping every few seconds as the camera shakes uncontrollably, and the recording... It's at a strange angle. It captures Mikoto mid-sleep, struggling against the bedsheets as he murmurs his shinki's name. Black spreads across his skin looking like blight as flames engulf the room. Outside, red blasts from every crevice of Ra's temple as it burns from the inside out, while dark clouds gather above the burning place of worship. The recording keeps skipping, losing every few seconds as the King, caught in a nightmare, subconsciously draws on his powers almost manifesting the Sword of Damocles. 

Almost.

The video goes static for longer than a few seconds, half a minute passes before it starts up again capturing Mikoto wide awake in a field of dust and rubble. He clutches the ground, panting heavily as red flames still engulf him, burning brightly in the morning hours. All this the device captures right before a piece of rubble crashes down on top of it ending the recording. ]


[ ooc: Izumo is gone, and Ra's temple is once again destroyed except this time, it won't repair itself properly. When it returns, it will bear a crack on its side straight through the HOMRA sign as it begins to mirror his cracked sword.

Important: The Sword of Damocles did not manifest, he started to call on it but it never physically manifested. Mikoto will not answer any responses to this post. However, I have a log for him HERE. He also won't be posting a commentary about Izumo's disappearance so if people want to spread the word, it won't be by his doing. ]

From: Ra
Date: August 12th

[ The recording turns on showing Mikoto slouched on a couch with his bare foot tucked underneath his leg. His jacket's gone, leaving him in a white tee. His brow creases in irritation, his mood clearly lousy. In the background this can be heard. Unfortunately, his play so far has been more like this. ]

How do you play this thing.

[ He's so bad, he's reaching out to all you folks. He's got a promise to keep, only problem is, he sucks at Mario Kart. ]


[ ooc; On the last day of Obon, in order to get one of the ghostly children to cross, Mikoto promised to play with his little brother in his stead. Problem is, the kids favorite game is Mario Kart and Mikoto just picked up a controller for the first time today. ]

 From: Ra
Date: June 21st 

[ Sand. Ocean. Sky. Sand. The device is thrown on a bank recording a blaze of fire and at its center stands Mikoto. He's grinning, eyes bright with anticipation as an amoeba-like ayakashi charges in. The Red King stares down his opponent and smirks when it charges. He breathes in, compressing his powers, and with a small grunt releases an explosion of red that erupts like a dormant volcano driving away the creature. Mikoto stands on melted sand watching it flee as flames cover him like a second skin. Beneath him, molten sand begins to cool into glass that reflects the sun. Mikoto turns then, red eyes staring into the camera. He smiles, a thought sliding into place. ]

Njord

Freyja

Inanna

We need to talk.

[ The steps forward but stops when a secondary thought slips in undetected and on a whim -- ]

Guan Yu, you too.


[ooc: he's calling out the gods of his men, plus the blue. ]