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thefarshore
 "This is Add. State your business and I'll get back to you if necessary." [ beep ] |
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I will.
As for how the seal works it has something to do with what he is. The sword serves as his "heart". so to speak. It's something tied to him so you're somewhat right on it being something that originates from him. They're tied together, him and the sword.
As for how the seal works it has something to do with what he is. The sword serves as his "heart". so to speak. It's something tied to him so you're somewhat right on it being something that originates from him. They're tied together, him and the sword.
Both of us are born from a human mother and a demon for a father. But as far as we've been able to figure out, he inherited whatever power was passed down via our demonic half. Nothing of the sort has manifested in me.
For all intents and purposes, I'm as human as they come.
For all intents and purposes, I'm as human as they come.
[A half demon? Well, that would certainly explain the ears and tail... too bad Ciel isn't around to give him some insight on half-demons.]
Noted. Dealing with demons happens to be one of my specialties, so taking care of an inexperienced half-demon shouldn't be too difficult. [probably, maybe]
Noted. Dealing with demons happens to be one of my specialties, so taking care of an inexperienced half-demon shouldn't be too difficult. [probably, maybe]
[ ...his specialties...? Is this guy an exorcist, too? And if he is, should he be concerned?]
In that case I'll leave him to you since you're his god. But if there really is anything else you need to know or any developments with his abilities, please don't hesitate to let me know.
In that case I'll leave him to you since you're his god. But if there really is anything else you need to know or any developments with his abilities, please don't hesitate to let me know.
[ the day started off quite normal, for the most part. ain was nowhere to be seen in the morning, though it's easy enough to assume that he had gone back to within the void close to the temple's core, as he usually does. add should be used to it by now - plus, if he ever needed ain to come, he could just call him.
and a relatively normal day it remains, until some sort of harsh geometric screeching pierces the silence in the temple. it's just for a moment, but add would be able to pinpoint exactly where it came from; if only because of a sharp pain that accompanies the sound, coming from a source that has never transmitted anything to him until now.
if add goes looking, he would find ain in the void, curled up into some sort of vine knot close to the core. he seems to have been impaled by several black spears, but upon closer examination they look the same as the dark skin covering most of his body. ]
and a relatively normal day it remains, until some sort of harsh geometric screeching pierces the silence in the temple. it's just for a moment, but add would be able to pinpoint exactly where it came from; if only because of a sharp pain that accompanies the sound, coming from a source that has never transmitted anything to him until now.
if add goes looking, he would find ain in the void, curled up into some sort of vine knot close to the core. he seems to have been impaled by several black spears, but upon closer examination they look the same as the dark skin covering most of his body. ]
[The piercing emotion hits him first, but it's the scream that immediately narrows down the list of possible sources—he only has four shinki, and only one of those four could make a noise that rips through the void like that. And if it's something that can distress Ain—
Add is there in a flash, dynamos poised around him, to see the curled up form framed against the core's glow. It's impossible to tell what's happening, but he can make out tentacles and sharp spikes jutting out of Ain's body. Add's expression pales, momentarily frozen with panic as all the worst-case scenarios start playing out in his mind.]
Ain! [He surges forward, immediately grasping for the spears in an attempt to dislodge them. Is he hurt? Did something attack him? Is there anything Add could even do if Ain got hurt, considering his weird biology?? There are too many questions he can't answer right now, he needs more information—] What happened?!
Add is there in a flash, dynamos poised around him, to see the curled up form framed against the core's glow. It's impossible to tell what's happening, but he can make out tentacles and sharp spikes jutting out of Ain's body. Add's expression pales, momentarily frozen with panic as all the worst-case scenarios start playing out in his mind.]
Ain! [He surges forward, immediately grasping for the spears in an attempt to dislodge them. Is he hurt? Did something attack him? Is there anything Add could even do if Ain got hurt, considering his weird biology?? There are too many questions he can't answer right now, he needs more information—] What happened?!
[ perhaps it's for the best that he had been in the void when the memory hits him. for someone so accustomed to the emptiness in his heart, experiencing the memory's accompany emotions is akin to the experience of a blind man who, upon having his sight restored, had his eyes prised out subsequently. these feelings are not gentle, and his body reacts before his mind does - the spears protruding out in some echo of the cry ripping through the void. they are a part of his eldritch form, something that add is bound to realize, as they are impossible to pull out.
add would still feel the torrent of fear and despair across their link, a flood of roaring dark water. it'll be a while before ain responds. he does not speak - instead, a hand forms from the tendrils of his body, reaching out to grasp add's own.
he's cold. ]
add would still feel the torrent of fear and despair across their link, a flood of roaring dark water. it'll be a while before ain responds. he does not speak - instead, a hand forms from the tendrils of his body, reaching out to grasp add's own.
he's cold. ]
[He keeps trying at the spears for awhile anyway. If Ain is injured, it's clear that everything here is a product of the void if not Ain himself, but that doesn't mean he should relax. It wasn't so long ago that they had corrupt ayakashi roaming around the temple. Is it possible one of those creatures survived? There's no blight that he can find, though, so that is a good sign...
There's movement, finally. Add reaches out to the outstretched hand, as if it might hold some answers. He searches for Ain's face among the dark tendrils.]
Ain, what happened? [firmly, patiently. if he's hurt, Add needs to know.]
There's movement, finally. Add reaches out to the outstretched hand, as if it might hold some answers. He searches for Ain's face among the dark tendrils.]
Ain, what happened? [firmly, patiently. if he's hurt, Add needs to know.]
[ his fingers fold over add's, perhaps in search of warmth. a few moments later the cocoon-like mass of tendrils unfold somewhat, the appendages covering his face retracting to the lower half of his body.
he can't cry, because he doesn't know how to, and his body cannot. instead, there's a distinctive expression of terror on his face, a far cry from the half-conscious blankness that he usually wears ]
I remember things....
[ he's half sure that he isn't supposed to. if only he could shake himself from the horrible feelings that grip his core now.... ]
he can't cry, because he doesn't know how to, and his body cannot. instead, there's a distinctive expression of terror on his face, a far cry from the half-conscious blankness that he usually wears ]
I remember things....
[ he's half sure that he isn't supposed to. if only he could shake himself from the horrible feelings that grip his core now.... ]
[It's jarring, seeing Ain act like this. And to think less than a month ago he found it jarring to see him act so emotionless... but it's strange, knowing what little he does of this Ain's circumstances. To get this kind of reaction out of him...
It takes far too long for Ain to find his voice, but in so few words an explanation starts to form. A memory. Ain remembered something from his past, drawing out these turbulent emotions. Add sighs, most of the tension releasing from his body, Dynamo drifting back into an idle formation behind him. It's only a memory, so there's nothing to worry about.
He doesn't let go of Ain's hand yet, though. It's only a memory, but the emotions he's feeling are still real. Should he say something to try to make him feel better?
... actually, should he try to find out what the memory was? Ain is a bit of a mystery to him. Maybe he'd be able to shed some light on what Ain really is. Hmm.]
What did you remember? [knowing what it was should help him calm Ain down, too, right?]
It takes far too long for Ain to find his voice, but in so few words an explanation starts to form. A memory. Ain remembered something from his past, drawing out these turbulent emotions. Add sighs, most of the tension releasing from his body, Dynamo drifting back into an idle formation behind him. It's only a memory, so there's nothing to worry about.
He doesn't let go of Ain's hand yet, though. It's only a memory, but the emotions he's feeling are still real. Should he say something to try to make him feel better?
... actually, should he try to find out what the memory was? Ain is a bit of a mystery to him. Maybe he'd be able to shed some light on what Ain really is. Hmm.]
What did you remember? [knowing what it was should help him calm Ain down, too, right?]
[ if he had more memories of his past, perhaps he would have been able to focus on them more and shut out the panic that has been pressed in on him - but the details are far too vivid, and his mind is stuck playing the scenes out in an endless loop. add's presence breaks that repetition somewhat, though. simple questions and words like these are easier for him to understand, to give him a guide away from focusing solely on the darkness within. but, how to answer?
he tries to grasp at the splintered scenes, drawing words from them like thread ]
I wasn't alone... there were people. I... don't know who. [ but they were kind, even if he can't see their faces ] They were going, somewhere to fight. Demons. A lot of demons.
[ a tower, a dark sky. so much pain, like hands tearing into his body. his grip on add's hand tightens, but not by much. ]
I was there to. Look for something. Someone. The Goddess would heal me with her light, if only.... if only I could reach her. [ he doesn't remember how he went back to those people who were with him at the beginning. maybe he didn't at all. it would fit the explanation... he didn't think he would be able to move in that state, from seeing add paralyzed with fear ] I couldn't. I called and called, but she didn't answer at all....
[ and for some reason, he feels like maybe, he should've seen it coming from a long way away. how could a failure like him ever be good for anything? if he can't do even his job, then he's just as w̬͘o̥r̵͇͉̱t̝͝h̨̩l҉̭̲͉̝͙̬e̥s͘s͏̭͚ as the nasods... ]
............................ then the void consumed everything.
[ he's quiet now, the emotion subsiding somewhat, as his thoughts turn toward the darkness around them and the numbing feeling that it gives ]
he tries to grasp at the splintered scenes, drawing words from them like thread ]
I wasn't alone... there were people. I... don't know who. [ but they were kind, even if he can't see their faces ] They were going, somewhere to fight. Demons. A lot of demons.
[ a tower, a dark sky. so much pain, like hands tearing into his body. his grip on add's hand tightens, but not by much. ]
I was there to. Look for something. Someone. The Goddess would heal me with her light, if only.... if only I could reach her. [ he doesn't remember how he went back to those people who were with him at the beginning. maybe he didn't at all. it would fit the explanation... he didn't think he would be able to move in that state, from seeing add paralyzed with fear ] I couldn't. I called and called, but she didn't answer at all....
[ and for some reason, he feels like maybe, he should've seen it coming from a long way away. how could a failure like him ever be good for anything? if he can't do even his job, then he's just as w̬͘o̥r̵͇͉̱t̝͝h̨̩l҉̭̲͉̝͙̬e̥s͘s͏̭͚ as the nasods... ]
............................ then the void consumed everything.
[ he's quiet now, the emotion subsiding somewhat, as his thoughts turn toward the darkness around them and the numbing feeling that it gives ]
[Ain's description... doesn't tell him much, actually. Well, he can guess who the people are that were with him, and if he was there to pray for the goddess' help it must've been a place with religious significance. One of the temples? They ended up going to a few different ones in the group's travels, assuming the El Search Party went on a similar journey in this Ain's timeline...]
Do you remember what that place looked like? [in the end it's a minor detail, but it might be important later. figuring out which temple it was should be easy if he can get some identifying features.
As for the rest... he's never been a very religious person, despite currently being a god, so it's a bit hard for him to relate. It sounds like something happened before this point in time that caused Ain to become corrupt by Henir's power somehow, and obviously the priest turned to his religion to help him. He's not surprised such a thing didn't work. If Ishmael wouldn't step in and save the world after the El was destroyed, why would she save one priest?]
You shouldn't rely on gods for everything. If you want something done, you have to do it with your own hands. [... which, again, probably doesn't make much sense coming from a god, but he's still thinking of himself as a human.] You made a naïve mistake. But now you know better.
Do you remember what that place looked like? [in the end it's a minor detail, but it might be important later. figuring out which temple it was should be easy if he can get some identifying features.
As for the rest... he's never been a very religious person, despite currently being a god, so it's a bit hard for him to relate. It sounds like something happened before this point in time that caused Ain to become corrupt by Henir's power somehow, and obviously the priest turned to his religion to help him. He's not surprised such a thing didn't work. If Ishmael wouldn't step in and save the world after the El was destroyed, why would she save one priest?]
You shouldn't rely on gods for everything. If you want something done, you have to do it with your own hands. [... which, again, probably doesn't make much sense coming from a god, but he's still thinking of himself as a human.] You made a naïve mistake. But now you know better.
[ there's a pause as he rewinds his memories, tries to sieve out any mention of names. for some reason, the faces of his companions were blanked out, obscured by some sort of light. ]
Feita. I think.... the name. Someone said it.
[ though, what add says next splinters the composure that he had slowly pieced together. he shakes his head just once, giving add an accusing stare - as the force of probably five hundred years of righteous fury slams into him like a thunderbolt. ]
You don't understand! She's not just 'a god'. She's important to me. She's the reason I lived.
[ and maybe, somewhere in that torrent of anger, are slivers of emotions that might have described a mother or a mentor. ]
........ it doesn't matter anymore, does it?
[ ain looks down, and the burst of emotions from him is extinguished as swiftly as it appears, leaving a deadened silence behind. ]
Feita. I think.... the name. Someone said it.
[ though, what add says next splinters the composure that he had slowly pieced together. he shakes his head just once, giving add an accusing stare - as the force of probably five hundred years of righteous fury slams into him like a thunderbolt. ]
You don't understand! She's not just 'a god'. She's important to me. She's the reason I lived.
[ and maybe, somewhere in that torrent of anger, are slivers of emotions that might have described a mother or a mentor. ]
........ it doesn't matter anymore, does it?
[ ain looks down, and the burst of emotions from him is extinguished as swiftly as it appears, leaving a deadened silence behind. ]
[Feita. That gives him a place and a timeframe. He nods, filing that information away in the back of his mind.
The outburst catches him off guard. Their emotional link is getting a hell of a lot more use today, that's for sure—though Add's only reaction is to raise an eyebrow curiously at the unexpected response. It's good to know that Ain is capable of this much emotion, even if the void's influence suppresses so much of it. Perhaps this is a sign that the effects of the corruption aren't wholly irreversible.
But that's something he can look into another time.
He's not overly fond of the concept of gods and goddesses, but... it's not something he can rule out completely, given his experiences here as well as in Elrios. He sighs again, running a hand through his hair.]
Gods aren't as all-powerful as humans believe them to be. Just look at any of the gods here, even the natives of this world can't solve the problems of mortals flawlessly. I think the same applies to any world's gods.
Just because this goddess didn't answer you, it doesn't mean she doesn't exist or ignored you or you did it wrong or whatever. There are dozens of possible reasons for why she wouldn't have answered you back then. Maybe it was outside of her control. You have to consider all possibilities.
The outburst catches him off guard. Their emotional link is getting a hell of a lot more use today, that's for sure—though Add's only reaction is to raise an eyebrow curiously at the unexpected response. It's good to know that Ain is capable of this much emotion, even if the void's influence suppresses so much of it. Perhaps this is a sign that the effects of the corruption aren't wholly irreversible.
But that's something he can look into another time.
He's not overly fond of the concept of gods and goddesses, but... it's not something he can rule out completely, given his experiences here as well as in Elrios. He sighs again, running a hand through his hair.]
Gods aren't as all-powerful as humans believe them to be. Just look at any of the gods here, even the natives of this world can't solve the problems of mortals flawlessly. I think the same applies to any world's gods.
Just because this goddess didn't answer you, it doesn't mean she doesn't exist or ignored you or you did it wrong or whatever. There are dozens of possible reasons for why she wouldn't have answered you back then. Maybe it was outside of her control. You have to consider all possibilities.
[ if add expected his words to incite more of an emotional response in ain, then he would be somewhat disappointed. their link returns to its usual empty state, leaving add to guess at how his shinki feels - if he even feels, now.
still, there's something inside him that tells him it's not all that add thinks it is. a word on the tip of his tongue; if only he could give it form, then maybe they could come to a better understanding. though, the emotions that the memory had kindled are mostly spent by now. what add tells him falls in line with what he thinks he concluded after that episode - that it all meant nothing in the end. why would he bother?
ain doesn't reply immediately. he withdraws his hand, tucks his arms close to himself. ]
It's over. Doesn't matter....
[ i.e. he doesn't care anymore, etc. or shouldn't, given how he's been consumed by the void completely. having emotions is so exhausting, maybe it's better to just let it go.
remembering things was a mistake ]
still, there's something inside him that tells him it's not all that add thinks it is. a word on the tip of his tongue; if only he could give it form, then maybe they could come to a better understanding. though, the emotions that the memory had kindled are mostly spent by now. what add tells him falls in line with what he thinks he concluded after that episode - that it all meant nothing in the end. why would he bother?
ain doesn't reply immediately. he withdraws his hand, tucks his arms close to himself. ]
It's over. Doesn't matter....
[ i.e. he doesn't care anymore, etc. or shouldn't, given how he's been consumed by the void completely. having emotions is so exhausting, maybe it's better to just let it go.
remembering things was a mistake ]
[Add finds he's reluctant to let go, his hand still outstretched for a long time after Ain slips out of his hold. It's over. It happened a long time ago, in another world, another time. The past isn't something that should be changed.
If he could change it, though...
His arm falls back to his side, gaze wandering towards the shimmering barrier and the soft glow of the core beyond. Ain makes it seem so easy to just let go of things, and in a way, he gets it. He remembers what it was like when he was filled with the void, the uncomfortable process of remembering everything and regaining the ability to regret his mistakes. How badly he wanted to go back to feeling empty inside.]
... Everything matters. Even if you can't change it, it's still something that shaped who you are.
If he could change it, though...
His arm falls back to his side, gaze wandering towards the shimmering barrier and the soft glow of the core beyond. Ain makes it seem so easy to just let go of things, and in a way, he gets it. He remembers what it was like when he was filled with the void, the uncomfortable process of remembering everything and regaining the ability to regret his mistakes. How badly he wanted to go back to feeling empty inside.]
... Everything matters. Even if you can't change it, it's still something that shaped who you are.
I don't understand.
[ is the first thing that comes to mind. it means nothing, because it's in the past. no matter what they do, it can't be changed. that's what people want, isn't it? for him to be changed. he is what they fear at the end of daylight, the end of everything. that can't be changed...
... that's something about human nature that he doesn't know yet, he thinks. so he will wait, to see if add explains it; darkened eyes watching. ]
[ is the first thing that comes to mind. it means nothing, because it's in the past. no matter what they do, it can't be changed. that's what people want, isn't it? for him to be changed. he is what they fear at the end of daylight, the end of everything. that can't be changed...
... that's something about human nature that he doesn't know yet, he thinks. so he will wait, to see if add explains it; darkened eyes watching. ]
People aren't static entities. Everything that happens to you, every choice you make, it defines who you are and changes the person you become. There are infinite timelines with billions of copies of you in them, but you're the only one that has your unique experiences. It doesn't matter if they're good or bad, or if you remember them or not, they still shaped you into the person you are today.
That's why it matters.
[There's certainty in his voice, like this is something he's thought long and hard about in the past. Being so well-versed in timetravel helps to put some things in perspective. Even the parts of his life that he despises and regrets, if he removed them then he'd certainly become a different person as a result. He used to think of that as a good thing, but...]
If no one experienced hardships... perhaps they'd become selfish or ungrateful. They wouldn't be able to appreciate the value of what they have.
That's why it matters.
[There's certainty in his voice, like this is something he's thought long and hard about in the past. Being so well-versed in timetravel helps to put some things in perspective. Even the parts of his life that he despises and regrets, if he removed them then he'd certainly become a different person as a result. He used to think of that as a good thing, but...]
If no one experienced hardships... perhaps they'd become selfish or ungrateful. They wouldn't be able to appreciate the value of what they have.
[ he's able to accept this, somehow - even if he knows he doesn't really have a reason to agree, there's a feeling at the back of his mind that it seems right. it would seem right, because maybe, in some other world, he was not like this. but then, what kind of person would they be?
he holds out a hand in front of him, a black prism floating above his palm before it silently shatters into small crystalline fragments and fades away ]
I felt a lot of pain.
[ he had, once. he doesn't feel it now, but he remembers how it felt like. ]
I don't want that... to happen to other people who don't deserve it.
he holds out a hand in front of him, a black prism floating above his palm before it silently shatters into small crystalline fragments and fades away ]
I felt a lot of pain.
[ he had, once. he doesn't feel it now, but he remembers how it felt like. ]
I don't want that... to happen to other people who don't deserve it.
[ Somewhere in December, Add gets a weird text. ]
Yo, been a while. I'm curious what you're up to, but I'll cut the small talk down tonight. I heard you were here for quite a long time, do you ever remember a time when Amaterasu was not a kid?
[ He figures that Add is another no-nonsense person that would actually prefer to be asked directly. Instead of starting with pleasantries and weather talk ]
Yo, been a while. I'm curious what you're up to, but I'll cut the small talk down tonight. I heard you were here for quite a long time, do you ever remember a time when Amaterasu was not a kid?
[ He figures that Add is another no-nonsense person that would actually prefer to be asked directly. Instead of starting with pleasantries and weather talk ]
[Chikusa has been doing his very best to not harass Add, after that time he tried to murder him. Daddy's orders. But this time, he can't quite resist. Add will find a video file in his inbox. Chikusa set up a camera to record the fight from a distance with... someone that looks like Add? If Add wasn't a god damn wimp.]
[The main focus is, of course, Chikusa managing to get right in there enough to smash his fist into Add #2's face. There's a split second before he manages to dig out his phone to take a picture of a close up of #2's expression clearly warped into that of someone trying really hard not to burst into tears.]
[Chikusa makes sure the video is cut before it shows him hauling ass away from #2 trying to punch him right back.]
[The main focus is, of course, Chikusa managing to get right in there enough to smash his fist into Add #2's face. There's a split second before he manages to dig out his phone to take a picture of a close up of #2's expression clearly warped into that of someone trying really hard not to burst into tears.]
[Chikusa makes sure the video is cut before it shows him hauling ass away from #2 trying to punch him right back.]
[In wake of everything else that's happened to him recently, this is... unexpected. Add just stares at the video in confusion for several minutes trying to figure out what it means (and also replaying it a few more times, you know, for science). Did Chikusa send this to the wrong person? Was he actually stupid enough to mistake that obvious doppelganger for the real Add? Is he... trying to cheer Add up??
It's impossible for him to just ignore this and leave it a mystery. He needs to know.]
Why did you send me this?
It's impossible for him to just ignore this and leave it a mystery. He needs to know.]
Why did you send me this?
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