Nisahime

Taking her exit as Freya would struggle to find the strength to stand, simply releasing the scythe sees it turn to a vapor. The maiden takes stock of her surroudings and is met with a league of tired looking faces, and she locks eyes with Eruda. It was just as playful as before, was this what the girl was hoping for? A front row seat into the demons of her companions? "Now the twins have seen the truth." speaking to the story as if a participant or a member of the audience. Eventually, her sights set on the last within this field, the very same that had brought the others. “Fractured and

A flick of her wrist and that Yomi disappears, added to a pile of freshly plucked apples in subspace. "I could tell you that I am exhausted, or that this wasn't delightful. That would be lie." It was clear she was pleased, after all this was a regular feast and her strength was growing nigh exponentially in tune with the newly formed contracts. Trailing away with that same almost unfeeling walk, as Sam collapses under the weight of being shoved a new power she'd never imagined. One that she held and yet never had seen. Slinking behind Freya, a pair of arms sliding around her neck and down her

The slightly audible crunch of grass underfoot, that occasionally gives view to a pair of pristine feet. Although it felt as though time carried on, not a single change in the environment. As if everything was halted, and in one's stomach a warmth mixed with almost the feeling of being weightless and unhindered. "My My Eruda, for whatever purpose would you need to invade anothers dreams?" There was a coy twist to her tone, as if silently judging the girl. "It is not something done lightly, after all free will is one of the strongest contenders despite how solid ones destiny is. Where a path le

Walking through the long, winding halls of a labyrinth, the white hair parades past her shoulders. The woman drags an outstretched hand against the stone pillars that surround her. Dust collecting on her palms, the click of her heels against the cobble. "What an intriguing turn of events. It would appear that even beyond those trapped by fate. That those around them can alter it. Control over one's destiny, and defying it for another. Normally, that would lead to the forfeit of something. And yet, they shared the debt, as if cheating the cost. What a pleasant, unforeseen exchange." Peering up

Finding a place in that grass to take a seat of her own, the white dress draping and billowed out in a spray. Slender white legs take to a fold, as her back pressed against that large tree. With intensity, a simple yet almost commanding stare into Eruda as she offers, thanks. It was as if she would not accept it, for it wasn't her doing that had brought this about. After all, they were beside fate and not a part of it. "I am always watching. Always listening." That face gains a smile in an almost playful flavor. She'd shut her eyes, as if she was going to rest. To see, one needed to dream.

Rounding the base of that tree, dragging a slender hand across the bark. A woman with white hair, with a composed stare as she stared into the face of the boy in her domain. On the messenger's call, she'd look at this child almost with curiosity and interest. After all, for so long she spoke, and he could not hear her. "This might be easier at first, belief comes to those that can see. I would ask what you see, child?" That same snapping of brush, gently bending as she moved more into plain view. Basking in the glow and although the colors would seem off from memory, the face was undeniab

A glance back over her shoulder toward the truth staring back at her, finding the pair of rich blue eyes of Takeshi tried. "Then we can begin, only by releasing such hopes of a burden of proof can you truly experience freedom. A simple peer through a mirror was all it took for him to seek me out. I heard a murmur in the dark, something begging for a way to become realized. A heart wishing to become birthed again. Yet it is still divided, curious indeed." The very notion of broken destiny that took two separate paths. What would uniting them bring, and would the heart and mind survive such a me

That sharp gaze still fixated focused down on fighters, still battling it out with tenacity. "Fun, or testing their mettle? Testing their strengths and their reliance. They aspire hope in one another, understand one another far better than any conversation could ever convey." As she lifted that empty cup with an index and thumb, she'd move it to her lips again, as if pretending something was there. "What of you?" The woman looked over as if expectant of some answer, a bit of almost a mischievousness to her tone. "Could you stand with them? Fight in that mixture of blood and sweat." A glin

A rather elegant raise, black hair cascading down in fine strands as she starts to move. "Thank you for leading them here, my messengers." Soft patters, as grass bends under foot. Bare feet on turf as that white dress pours and tussles it in her wake. As she'd walk, you'd find her image shift and change, as if an answer to a question. One of blonde hair, short and within a mere instant it was back to the woman. It suspended belief, as it happened between a blink of an eye. As if it never happened at all. "They always are." Her head pivoting down and bringing about an intense lock of her e

Flower petals scatter down like gently drifting rain, disappearing into grass as if finding its way into water. The faint scent of them, sweet to the tongue. All skills seem to fade, and with it suits of armor are simply not present. Gone, as if they were fake, imaginary. As was the whole of Aincrad. The players respective plight had seemed to fade away with them. A waning bit of time from before, seemed reset. A morning sun hung there in the blue sky above, not a single cloud. Maps on player's HUD's were distorted and fogged, looking like static on a TV screen. The crunch of footsteps as they

Such a simple cognition, a simple perception. "A battle of wills, a true reflection of who they are." A bit of silver dancing through sapphire colored eyes, if only for a brief instant. "Lies fall away, aspirations, hopes and dreams boil to the surface. The reward is a trivial thing. In this contest of wills, testing and tempering each other's resolves. Look closer." Another sip as she twists her hair, feeling a stir in her stomach as if gravity was exerting its presence. Motions carried on in the background, beneath the exchange of weighty blows. The universe was shifting, the stars alig

Nursing a white ceramic tea cup, pressed into her palm. Leg's folded beneath her, as if she was performing a ceremony. Eyes focused intensely at the matches between fighters, the droning of conversation on the edges. A sudden inclusion of another casts a shadow at her side, albeit a short one. "Quite the excitable sort, or are we? Unusual, and obtuse. What do you see?" Another sip of that drink, a rather small little container. Notably, near her was no food, and no vessel to contain more. That fixation seemed adamantly pressed forward, overlooking the exchange of sweat. Locked to each pla

Aimless, and yet unwavered. Traveling but without a destination. Seeking, but without knowledge as to what. A small slip of paper adorning a board, an inquiry into strength. Curiosity and intrigue, removed and revealed. "I hadn't had much luck as of late." The woman remarks to no one in particular. Slinking off and finding her way upward, passage sought and found without an issue. Bright and gleaming, a burning ball coining a sunrise. It was early, and those fit had already been provided passage. Takumi looks to her, and hesitates for a moment. "Fighter?" The woman lifts her hand and snap

Through the thoroughfare she'd been a few times before, and this time no different. The realm between had led her here, and whatever reason still lingered at the back of stirring thoughts. Her vision sensitive as she sought out the culprit. To Oni, she casts off the same lingering clutter and is paid in turn. But those fragments of cyan were no longer desired, no, and as she collects a few varied little trinkets that spoke to her in a garbled and distorted mess. "That will suffice as always, enjoy your seeds Kuni." The woman smiles, which she hadn't before. There was a sudden shift in her pres

Watching this smattering of players, the fate touched, begin to take up spaces. All to their own devices, all with their own ambitions. Such were the ways of the heart. Lifting that little red marble up, sees it vanish. Finding its way away into a place where she and she alone could retrieve it. "Rest well, heart of the sea." The sky takes to a vibrant spectrum of color, mixed and yet defined. Where multiple hues could meld together and yet were still themselves. Eyes flare in white, matching a myriad of stars that began to find their way through that blackness. Her hands slide back to su

It rolls as the maiden raises it toward the dwindling sun, glowing in that bright orange as it crests the lake. "There was a time, long before now. Where I traveled via the sea." Looking down to Shiina, who was listening earnestly. Waving a hand near that marble sees a small shape project out of its top. "On the horizon, just like that sun. Lingered a dark force, something that threatened all the world as we knew it. It was my job to set things right, but I could not do it alone. I offered a vision to those that I required, as well as my own daughter to guide them." The image produced shifts t

*psh* the soft clap of boots in that water, and strangely enough it is almost like she isn't wet. Shiina however, was dripping, insistently. The maiden offers but a single coy grin. "Such an extravagant display, little Shiina. Always the excitable one, Even now." Her eyes scan the others, those dull blue eyes without much in the way of a pupil. Walking up next to Shiina as she bounces up and down, before she claims a space on that sand in her own right. There was some semblance of space between her and the others, Shiina of course was stuck on her like glue. Brushing a long pair of black clad

Watching them all fight with a surprising amount of effort, despite stamina reaching critical levels for some of them. "Quite efficient as a group, aren't we." The words came across slightly goading, with a dash of honest epiphany. Her head tilts a bit to the right, peeling an outstretched pair of fingers through those silver colored strands stuck to her head. A coy smile as she dismisses a single wayward string with a flick of those digits just like a real person? Eyes advance to Shiina as she starts to channel the motive she was given, and with it, bolstering the entire group in a flash. Sta

Clicking heels on rough stone, that riddled the walls with reverberation. Every step seemed to carry her leagues beyond where normal legs could carry her. Likewise, it seems the others were more than capable of following on in her strides, curious that Tir Na Nog would allow such influence. "Curious and interesting." She remarks as she slides off to the side, folding her arms and pressing the upper half of her back into a raised stalagmite. "How long can you all keep this up?" Morrighan goads, watching a few begin to pant and fight with troubled breath. It was clear what they sought, and it wa

Slowly strolling at the flanks of the rest of this smattering of players, unconvinced and without concern to the events transpiring. Just enjoying the moment, as she watches each of them square up and square off. "Very good." Finding her way to an older log of drift wood, dried white from repeated poundings from the sun. Dropping onto her butt, she digs in a bit before crossing her legs and leaning onto her knees. This must have been the reason she found them when she did, what else was there? It was a pleasant feeling seeing the fruit of her labor, watching the lot of them evolve and change w

"What a pleasant showing." Morrighan quips as she stands, drinking deep on the data pooling out from this fake monstrosity. Those that watch carefully can see it somewhat dissipate around and take a wide birth near the woman as if there was some sort of bubble. "Now, what's next." Speech seemed different, she was learning. Adapting. Boots in the sand, one after another as she leans down and plucks some simple looking object from the ground. The ground trembles for a moment, a single flash of white light, and they were somewhere else entirely. Some may know the floor, others this would be jarri

Another visit to the small pink haired child, the very same that she had met before. "More for you." The maiden doesn't seem even the slightest bit attached to them, despite how much Kuni was. Eagerly, the both of those children lap them up, a magnificent showing. Later they'd grace an oven and then a bowl. Ushered into her grasp, more of those same shavings that were all but useless. But even still Morrighan couldn't dismiss them, a strange attachment to them purely out of happenstance. They disperse the moment they are palmed, fleeting and yet real. It was coincidence she had made her way he

As the other half would grace the light, revealing itself, as Morrighan allowed them to walk around her like wolves. "Chains as real as any, you are battling yourself." The reflection came immediately, as she'd only managed but a short ceasefire between the two. A coy smile with vibrant white eyes, as she shifted between the two, addressing them each. Reason and emotion, Skepticism and Confidence. They were segmented, compartmentalized. Divided. "Yes, at one time I was your mother, my little lightning bolt. But not anymore. Now you are trapped here, fighting to decide what is right. Your

The stink of copper washed into the dirt turned mud from the amount, flames danced in sections and provided just the smallest amount of light. The sounds of attack after attack, grinding and thumping as it is dragged against other metal. To some it may have been haunting, but to Morrighan it was almost liberating. Each step felt sticky beneath her feet, as the ground was slightly moist. Her eyes catch it, the fluttering of a red robe squaring off against a titan mountainous by comparison. The slight gloss of crimson with every blow casting off light, earth-shattering and yet wasn't. Halte

The storm brewed just that much thicker, that much more violent. A single star forms from her hand to the glass, as her eyes maintain that candle like glow that mirrored the backdrop. "Is that true? Then why do others consider you a friend? If my voice can reach you child, then let me aid you." Sliver of white as Morrighan struggles to remain standing, keeping that arm placed against the construct. Hairline fractures begin to form, splitting and darting up that ice. "You want to let them in, but you were afraid of what will be left behind if you do." she speaks, as this network of vines begin