un: ahmi okelani (shortly after the retrospec post)

[brushy]

I don’t now a thing about machinery beyond breaking it apart, but I have been to the sea’s bottom, and inside a Water Dragon’s belly! That should be plenty helpful, but speaking of such!



My hackles raise just to be facing its image again. This was a demonic warrior who named itself Blight, born by the possession of the demon blade Goldnail that killed so many, its hatred, pain and the blood of its wielders gained sentience. It infested an Emperor’s body with sickness, and spread a wretched mist throughout his lands in the form of a plague. It killed many people before it was stopped.

I’m afraid I, and Goro, have encountered an identical entity residing in Magatus. The same goes for the shadowy things, and the wendigos. The wildlife fears it and the sickness it causes makes them, and us, should we become infected, turn virulent to anything they see.

This Vanderweele fellow we’re after is not a bit a skilled illusionist. He dips into malevolent forces far beyond our usual senses. He plays with fire, if he has not already been consumed by the evil he spreads without realizing it.

Be careful, is what I ask of first, and call Mother Sun in your thoughts if you are in need of impromptu protection. Secondly, I know a few already, but how many here are gifted with unnaturally heightened awareness? By a show of comments, how many have gained means of combating spiritual entities and the like? Lastly, if you do not fit in the last two groups— would you like to?

Comments

[godcards]

Adults are always like that. Pretending to ask and conveniently ignoring answers they dislike, or offering thinly veiled commands as "suggestions."

[brushy]

That is an oddly particular thing for all adults to do. Do you fear becoming an adult one day?

[godcards]

No. I don't have kids, it doesn't apply to me.

[brushy]

Then you don’t mean all adults, only those with children. Do you consider me one of those, then?

[godcards]

More or less, yeah.

[brushy]

Thank you, in that regard. Being a mother means a lot to me.

[godcards]

You're still طنط to me. For now.

[brushy]

A like title.

[ but she will go looking for him closer towards the afternoon! whatever he sees walking around, well, that will depend on malik. ]

[godcards]

[ While Malik is not a well meaning, pious sort, he does have an innate connection to at least one god, and his past life seemed to imply that he knew about others. Not being devout doesn't change his stance that obvious some form of divinity exists if he can call upon it. To that end, when he sees Ahmi again - Aunti Ahmi, the old woman he's more or less come to expect - he certainly notices that some things about her have changed. ]

What's with the make over?

[ He gestures around his own face to vaguely describe the red markings, ironically enough, where traditional kohl has adorned his face since Retrospec gifted him with that particular Ancient Egyptian Aesthetique. ]

[brushy]

[ the blooming flowers behind her come to a stop as her steps do. the markings, bright red, matching the holy fire that burns a vast array of colors on her back to to her head like a halo. she’s— radiating to say the least, but waves to him with her auntie smile as any normal day. ]

I did give myself a haircut. [ a very small one. she’s grown rather accustomed, rather quickly, in acting completely normal whether or not those who meet her see. people have seen the white wolf rather than the woman— and her nature is to act natural in all instances. ] I like your marks.

[godcards]

Thanks. They're pretty understated, compared to yours.

[ He'll keep his commentary about her ethereal light to himself, because maybe he's just have a psychotic episode or something. He can never really tell anymore. It's fone. ]