Post by shinzo on Sept 23, 2017 3:40:06 GMT
As I walk out the door following her to the side room, my mind was a flurry of activity. With a worst-case scenario already worked out, the least I could do was test it...but how exactly to accomplish that. I would definitely need to see the actual purpose of that technology, and then to see if it could actually be worked in to the Four Magical Materials form...it was annoying, because I was exceedingly close to a breakthrough on Ruthless Soulsteel Strike...but the work would likely be able to be transferred and preserved for after I saw if this hypothetical material from under the Elemental Pole of Earth that rejected Essence entirely, through it's intense cohesion and compression, was possible and on the level of a Magical Material. It definitely seemed to be, such a material would be both rare and impossibly valuable as a weapon, more deadly to the denizens of Creation than Cold Iron would be to the Raksha. Sighing, I envision just what way I could take on that aspect and flow it into the Prismatic Arrangement...it could be it's own standalone Form, even, if it did not qualify under a Magical Material. After all, the Prismatic Arrangement's style was not rigid and focused like other martial arts tended to be. It was free-flowing, as endless as the bounds of creation.
As I hear her comment on the private room, I laugh, getting myself out of my focus. "Of course, of course." Going inside the room, I find it well enough, and in preparation for what I was about to go through, I lay down on the bed. Her other statements got nods and affirmations, but really, there wassn't a need to talk now. Right now, I had to be prepared for what came. I had to be prepared to see the true past of what went on...to either vindicate my actions or cast deep, harrowing aspersions on them. I nod, and she strikes me, before walking backwards as I follow, under the spell of experiencing my life in reverse. I know I could break it at any point, so instaed of allowing that to happen, I force myself into medititation to preserve the effects of the trance.
What I see was normal...up to the point of entering the portal. As soon as I'm out of it, though, what I see is all but immediately split. On the one side is the memory I remember, of diligently and resolutely preparing to undergo the assassination mission, talking around security, and preparing to do my rather painful, but necessary action. On the other relief, I see a madman in my skin, eyes wide and haggard, almost giddy with the prospect of the kill. No wonder the guards were resistant to a lawful order allowing me entry...to them, I must have looked like I needed mental help. As I go back from that point, I see the orders being handed out...on one hand, by solemn executors, on the other, grinning psychopaths. This can't be real. This can't be real, this can't be real! This couldn't be what happened...this was absurd! The Sidereal Exalted were the ones tasked with preserving reality, with bringing the maddened Solar Exalted down for the good of everyone, even themselves. This...this couldn't be what it was...
When I got to the debates, though...at the very least, I saw myself calm down, grow more measured, more recalcitrant. While one side played me as a grim sentinel regressing into a naive idealist, the other played me as a smug and self-confident overlord turning into a confused, recalcitrant, and wavering man, when faced by the arguments going back. However...the difference was even more striking in the argumentation. It was still wide-eyed idealists fighting against cold, calculating judges, but...the arguments were so much more obviously open, there was so much more won on the side of those advocating the Gold Prophecy. Many of the points were brought up by the Golds as was brought up later by Kishar, flaws that never got more than a "That is a problem we can take care of later" as they deflected the points. But...damn it all, I couldn't see any charm, any effect that could have brought about this, I could not hear anything with my magical hearing. When the visions reconvene, though, I sigh, and terminate the trance, waking up from it with a gasp.
"Tch..."
Annoyed, I leave the room, following my hearing to the source, the Solar...who I found curled up, sleeping on her bed. Seeing her like that, so defenseless, so open...if I had been who I was in my vision, she would be dead. Instead... "Sheesh...you really make it hard, don't you?" I mutter under my breath, as I pull the covers on the bed up to cover her, careful to gently circumnavigate the wings so that they're not disturbed. With that, I go to rest myself, trying to make sense of what I learned.
As I hear her comment on the private room, I laugh, getting myself out of my focus. "Of course, of course." Going inside the room, I find it well enough, and in preparation for what I was about to go through, I lay down on the bed. Her other statements got nods and affirmations, but really, there wassn't a need to talk now. Right now, I had to be prepared for what came. I had to be prepared to see the true past of what went on...to either vindicate my actions or cast deep, harrowing aspersions on them. I nod, and she strikes me, before walking backwards as I follow, under the spell of experiencing my life in reverse. I know I could break it at any point, so instaed of allowing that to happen, I force myself into medititation to preserve the effects of the trance.
What I see was normal...up to the point of entering the portal. As soon as I'm out of it, though, what I see is all but immediately split. On the one side is the memory I remember, of diligently and resolutely preparing to undergo the assassination mission, talking around security, and preparing to do my rather painful, but necessary action. On the other relief, I see a madman in my skin, eyes wide and haggard, almost giddy with the prospect of the kill. No wonder the guards were resistant to a lawful order allowing me entry...to them, I must have looked like I needed mental help. As I go back from that point, I see the orders being handed out...on one hand, by solemn executors, on the other, grinning psychopaths. This can't be real. This can't be real, this can't be real! This couldn't be what happened...this was absurd! The Sidereal Exalted were the ones tasked with preserving reality, with bringing the maddened Solar Exalted down for the good of everyone, even themselves. This...this couldn't be what it was...
When I got to the debates, though...at the very least, I saw myself calm down, grow more measured, more recalcitrant. While one side played me as a grim sentinel regressing into a naive idealist, the other played me as a smug and self-confident overlord turning into a confused, recalcitrant, and wavering man, when faced by the arguments going back. However...the difference was even more striking in the argumentation. It was still wide-eyed idealists fighting against cold, calculating judges, but...the arguments were so much more obviously open, there was so much more won on the side of those advocating the Gold Prophecy. Many of the points were brought up by the Golds as was brought up later by Kishar, flaws that never got more than a "That is a problem we can take care of later" as they deflected the points. But...damn it all, I couldn't see any charm, any effect that could have brought about this, I could not hear anything with my magical hearing. When the visions reconvene, though, I sigh, and terminate the trance, waking up from it with a gasp.
"Tch..."
Annoyed, I leave the room, following my hearing to the source, the Solar...who I found curled up, sleeping on her bed. Seeing her like that, so defenseless, so open...if I had been who I was in my vision, she would be dead. Instead... "Sheesh...you really make it hard, don't you?" I mutter under my breath, as I pull the covers on the bed up to cover her, careful to gently circumnavigate the wings so that they're not disturbed. With that, I go to rest myself, trying to make sense of what I learned.