It might not, but it would be good to keep it in mind when things become gruesome. Our Watchers aren't naturally angels and not all of them are happy with our situations.
I doubt they know either, I had to explain how my bloodmetry worked. The only one who did know was my father, that's why he wrote that stupid story in the first place. Seeing his spirit might not be the worst though, cause then I could kill him myself.
[ meta is calling me out for my blindness, but not to worry, Nagako takes this moment to interrupt by hopping onto a piece of glass.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way~
The song is stuck in your head even now as you stare down this grotesque mass in front of you. part cinders, part eyes, part flesh and all montrosity, Demon Tsuyukomi screams.
No, it begs for a wish as if you're Santa Claus, which really makes the song all the more fitting now that you think about it. Another cry and it floats closer; you really can't afford to do anything but focus right now and figure out how to get out of this mess.
And what a mess it is, another twisted story of humanity being fucked, another lunatic who killed innocent people for their whims and wishes. Burned alive. The eyes, no the people in front of you were chained together and burned alive all in the name of a ritual and this is the result. It's equal parts children, adults, and even the arsonist himself as they're all one cursed entity now.
You can't grant their wish and bring them back to life, but maybe you can set them free. The katakana on your hip is blood soaked yet hasn't lost it's edge, and it calls out to you even though you've never wielded a sword in your life. It has a mind of it's own, a mind born of the grudge by it's owner, yet another spirit who you laid to rest.
What better way than to fight spirit with spirit. A curse with a curse.
You make your move and dart forward, your vision going red. ]
[ And so he will and the answer will be yes, because as much as he has a code about just using his own hands, it'd be stupid not to take advantage of any opportunity to improve his fighting game especially here. It'll be a fun skill to explain to people back home, too. ]
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[ So they might help. Who knows? Who knows. ]
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[ It was kinda weird at first, his expression says. ]
I wish I knew more about how my power worked, but I had to figure out everything from a stupid occult story.
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[ It is how it is. ]
It would be too convenient to exchange something with them to gain that understanding, wouldn't it.
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I doubt they know either, I had to explain how my bloodmetry worked. The only one who did know was my father, that's why he wrote that stupid story in the first place. Seeing his spirit might not be the worst though, cause then I could kill him myself.
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[ Letting Akira know more about his power then killing his own dad. What a good ending? will i also ever get a memory lb ]
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Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way~
The song is stuck in your head even now as you stare down this grotesque mass in front of you. part cinders, part eyes, part flesh and all montrosity, Demon Tsuyukomi screams.
No, it begs for a wish as if you're Santa Claus, which really makes the song all the more fitting now that you think about it. Another cry and it floats closer; you really can't afford to do anything but focus right now and figure out how to get out of this mess.
And what a mess it is, another twisted story of humanity being fucked, another lunatic who killed innocent people for their whims and wishes. Burned alive. The eyes, no the people in front of you were chained together and burned alive all in the name of a ritual and this is the result. It's equal parts children, adults, and even the arsonist himself as they're all one cursed entity now.
You can't grant their wish and bring them back to life, but maybe you can set them free. The katakana on your hip is blood soaked yet hasn't lost it's edge, and it calls out to you even though you've never wielded a sword in your life. It has a mind of it's own, a mind born of the grudge by it's owner, yet another spirit who you laid to rest.
What better way than to fight spirit with spirit. A curse with a curse.
You make your move and dart forward, your vision going red. ]
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Did you survive that encounter?
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Yeah, there's no redos in my world. Unless you count becoming a spirit, but that's what Demon Tsukuyomi was.
I had no idea how to use a sword, but the sword took care of that for me.
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[ Surviving is Ideal. ]
Do you know how to wield one now?
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I guess I should learn, huh.
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[ And so he will and the answer will be yes, because as much as he has a code about just using his own hands, it'd be stupid not to take advantage of any opportunity to improve his fighting game especially here. It'll be a fun skill to explain to people back home, too. ]