Post by Motome A. on Dec 18, 2016 8:28:48 GMT
DON'T GO, DON'T GO ALREADY--SURELY I'LL BECOME SMARTER,
MOTOME ASAMI / 元目朝美
I'LL BECOME STRONGER, AND I'LL KILL ANYTHING LYING IN OUR WAY
How ironic was her existence.
Fear the supernatural, she was instructed so thoroughly. Never trust someone with those abilities. And fear she did; trust she did not. How many times had the idea and concept of science and science alone been reiterated in her head, burned into the back of her skull? Of course, her parents surely meant no harm; they were only following their own firm beliefs on the world and applying it to their children. Though, Motome Asahi understood rather clearly that the more one attempted to insinuate something within someone, the more they would reach through the cracks in the concept and grab a hold onto nonconformity. Wasn't that how it always was? One certainly couldn't blame her for that.
Asahi had instilled these principles within herself and lived a life based on them. She was taught how to hone her hand-to-hand combat skills, how to wield a knife, how to improve her reflexes and dexterity... she hadn't much to fear in her world closed off from the supernatural. Of course, this was until she stumbled across one of these ability bearers, and truly found a reason to hate them--they would always be stronger than her, no matter how much she practiced, no matter how much she trained, no matter how much bravado she had. It boiled her blood and planted a seed of hate in the bottom her heart; a subconscious vow to destroy them.
However, all of that said... this is not who she was. No, Asahi was not made to become a simple vessel for hate, then to die out after accomplishing her goals. In an alternate universe where she was born unto supernatural enthusiasts, oh, how she would have thrived! Though, there was no use in picturing the impossible, correct? Instead, Asahi became... conflicted. She was a kind person, and that was that. However, had it not been for her close-minded upbringing, she could be even more. A humanitarian. A person who did everything in her ability to help. A loving girl, accepting to all. Were these traits completely erased from her after her parents raised her to hate? No.
See, she is all of these things. Affable. Admirable. Appreciative. Though, she became what is often described as two-faced. Despite sporting a lighthearted, benevolent facade, she could not deny the spite that only continued to grow inside. But this wasn't the end of it.
Age sixteen, August 28, 2000, never will Asahi forget the terror in her throat and in her veins as she stared at the injured victim struggling feet away from her, as she was separated from her parents. She had hit the man in self-defense--surely there was nothing wrong with that, but there was. In her hand was a sight foreign to her; a construct made up of blood of her own, shaped into a blade in order to harm the ability user in front of her. She remembered through her tears his futile struggle against her ruthless attack, a weak attempt at manipulating the sound around her in order to throw her off, but all she knew was to destroy, and she did so while killing her own heart.
Never did she want to experience such a situation again, nor did she want to believe that she had been lying to herself all of those years. It could not have been the truth--she was merely hallucinating, it had to have been an illusion. Try as she might, she could never defy the image from that day. She defied the idea of being someone bearing an ability, but she did not have it in her to believe she qualified as an ordinary human being. Though, she could not go on hiding herself from this power. So, like she was taught, she learned to bite back the sting when she tore her skin to create a weapon, and honed her ability. Just in case, she told herself. Even so, she was disgusted by her very being, and decided she could never use this as a primary means of fighting. Therefore, she joined the Sanctuary, a clean slate. Perhaps she even convinced herself into being human again.
Six years of secrecy and fibs could do a lot for someone. Now, it was all but an average day in the Sanctuary as she sat in her city's local coffee shop, sipping at her hot tea as the cold weather brushed against the window.
&& tl;dr the last sentence is all you need to read to understand the situation taking place in this thread! ^^
Fear the supernatural, she was instructed so thoroughly. Never trust someone with those abilities. And fear she did; trust she did not. How many times had the idea and concept of science and science alone been reiterated in her head, burned into the back of her skull? Of course, her parents surely meant no harm; they were only following their own firm beliefs on the world and applying it to their children. Though, Motome Asahi understood rather clearly that the more one attempted to insinuate something within someone, the more they would reach through the cracks in the concept and grab a hold onto nonconformity. Wasn't that how it always was? One certainly couldn't blame her for that.
Asahi had instilled these principles within herself and lived a life based on them. She was taught how to hone her hand-to-hand combat skills, how to wield a knife, how to improve her reflexes and dexterity... she hadn't much to fear in her world closed off from the supernatural. Of course, this was until she stumbled across one of these ability bearers, and truly found a reason to hate them--they would always be stronger than her, no matter how much she practiced, no matter how much she trained, no matter how much bravado she had. It boiled her blood and planted a seed of hate in the bottom her heart; a subconscious vow to destroy them.
However, all of that said... this is not who she was. No, Asahi was not made to become a simple vessel for hate, then to die out after accomplishing her goals. In an alternate universe where she was born unto supernatural enthusiasts, oh, how she would have thrived! Though, there was no use in picturing the impossible, correct? Instead, Asahi became... conflicted. She was a kind person, and that was that. However, had it not been for her close-minded upbringing, she could be even more. A humanitarian. A person who did everything in her ability to help. A loving girl, accepting to all. Were these traits completely erased from her after her parents raised her to hate? No.
See, she is all of these things. Affable. Admirable. Appreciative. Though, she became what is often described as two-faced. Despite sporting a lighthearted, benevolent facade, she could not deny the spite that only continued to grow inside. But this wasn't the end of it.
Age sixteen, August 28, 2000, never will Asahi forget the terror in her throat and in her veins as she stared at the injured victim struggling feet away from her, as she was separated from her parents. She had hit the man in self-defense--surely there was nothing wrong with that, but there was. In her hand was a sight foreign to her; a construct made up of blood of her own, shaped into a blade in order to harm the ability user in front of her. She remembered through her tears his futile struggle against her ruthless attack, a weak attempt at manipulating the sound around her in order to throw her off, but all she knew was to destroy, and she did so while killing her own heart.
Never did she want to experience such a situation again, nor did she want to believe that she had been lying to herself all of those years. It could not have been the truth--she was merely hallucinating, it had to have been an illusion. Try as she might, she could never defy the image from that day. She defied the idea of being someone bearing an ability, but she did not have it in her to believe she qualified as an ordinary human being. Though, she could not go on hiding herself from this power. So, like she was taught, she learned to bite back the sting when she tore her skin to create a weapon, and honed her ability. Just in case, she told herself. Even so, she was disgusted by her very being, and decided she could never use this as a primary means of fighting. Therefore, she joined the Sanctuary, a clean slate. Perhaps she even convinced herself into being human again.
Six years of secrecy and fibs could do a lot for someone. Now, it was all but an average day in the Sanctuary as she sat in her city's local coffee shop, sipping at her hot tea as the cold weather brushed against the window.
&& tl;dr the last sentence is all you need to read to understand the situation taking place in this thread! ^^
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