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Subject Post 1Subject: Is the New Mutt Trained? [Private/Ceal] Wed Aug 10, 2016 12:54 pm
The events that unfolded back in the Americas and space with dear 'ol Mana was anything but fresh in Kuanastha's mind. Considering all that chaos sent her spiraling in an ever-decaying mental state per all that inebriating power, there wasn't much to be confused about; Kuanastha was currently experiencing a hangover.
Bits and pieces of what happened came to mind on occasion, but the entirety of the experience was still blurred. It was wild, that much could be even just guessed without knowing anything about what happened. The current worry that Kuanastha bore was exactly how wild was it. To some extent, the Asthavon felt the lingering feeling that some pretty irreversible actions were taken, and the slightest self-contempt garnered from the thought of "the sober me will handle all of this later". That mainly served to just increase Kuanastha's mental burden--but for now? All she could do was wait as clarity was restored to her mind.
That being said, Kuanastha's hoped to take things easy today. At the very least, she was somewhere safe, somewhere she could contemplate without much worry for any outside sources to interrupt her train of thought. Well, actually should any of her family members appear before her, the chances of the hybrid staying clear-minded would vanish with absolute certainty. Given Kuanastha's past experiences, being near the Asthavons was actually a terrible place to be should she ever want to "do her own thing".
But, Mana evidently seemed to be a very busy demon these past few weeks, and Inami--well, Kuanastha would get to that touchy subject later. Other than that, none of the other family members would be much of a bother, and the likelihood for her to be personally sought out was pretty low too. After all, Kuanastha made it pretty obvious that she wanted to break away from her family on an organisational level. So aside from actual personal interactions, maybe to just check up on a loved one, there should have been nothing extra to distract her.
Should have been.
Given Kuanastha's incredible level of attunement¹ to all things spiritual and magical, and especially ones that tied into bonds between people from past and present, it was hard to ignore the new Karma Threads² floating around as well as the spiritual signature of an entire unfamiliar being that held a tinge of, "mania", to them.
What she could do was actively use her abilities and look into these new found Karma Threads, but any unnecessary level of exertion through using her powers--aside from anything fairly passive such as her natural spiritual senses to begin with--was something she'd rather not go into; over-exertion was what got her these overbearing headaches to begin with.
So, instead, the girl prompted to just follow those Karma Threads to the newbie on the block. And, after arriving to what she could only assume was a designated bedroom, Kuanastha opened the door slowly, not bothering to knock. After all, at her core she had always been a fairly unreserved person, albeit shy at times, but not in the home of her own family. It was like taking something out of the fridge of a friend's house without asking; the level of comfort exceeded the norm of social conventions and manners.
Inside stood someone Kuanastha had never seen before, blonde hair flowing with nearly the scent of american familiarity flowing into Kuanastha's nostrils, and a sign of Mana's own power emanating from her.
1: Ksetra Pari: Whilst Cuerpo Reparación and Tānāgati are Kuanastha’s greatest assets, the statement is generally in reference to her survivability. In combat, and in fact daily living, by far Ksetra Pari takes the cake. Even before becoming a Visera Demonio, the previous lives of Kuanastha held their greatest trait in spiritual sensing (akin to pequisa) and demon magics respectively. With newfound strength and a combination of their two sides, it’s accurate to acclaim Kuanastha as a Master in utilising Ksetra Pari as a result of her past and present experiences. Her skills in these respective subjects prior to becoming a Visera Demonio also left little room for additional innovation despite innate talent. That being said, while the addition of Nether Energy may amplify the effects of Ksetra Pari, for the most part there’s nothing Kuanastha can to add her own flare to utilising Ksetra Pari. Don’t let that detract from how capable she is with it, though.
2: » Karmic Threads: One major thing Kuanastha did with Dark Threads to personalise them was change the direction of its effects; that is to say, as opposed to affecting the physical world so to speak, Kuanastha aimed its manipulation, in the end reinventing Dark Threads as “Karmic Threads”. Combined with her spiritual acuity that made the acquirement of Dark Eyes from Inami redundant (as, Dark Threads could have been inherited, but were unnecessary to take on given Kuanastha’s natural affinity with the subject that likely exceeds the abilities of Dark Eyes), Kuanastha had devised a spiritual sense towards “karma”.
With any of her senses, whether the traditional five physical senses or any on a spiritual and supernatural level, with adequate focus Kuanastha may perceive the “karma” around the world, and specifically a person or thing. While she can’t discern every single thread given any one person--let alone the whole world--is almost always densely entangled in the threads of karma, particularly potent ones will differentiate themselves in some manners, usually in terms of thickness, a different sound when thrummed, the density when spiritual sensed, or different colours.
If Kuanastha is able to directly handle these karmic threads, to an extent, she can manipulate the subject’s karma. More or less, she becomes capable of some level of handling causality. Naturally, there are limitations. The primary drawback is mental strain, and the longer Kuanastha forces herself to perceive these karmic threads, the more stress is applied not to her mind, but her soul. Extensive strain may permanently damage her nascent soul, resulting in deep repercussions that may forever stunt her growth, or threaten her existence. On top of that, Kuanastha frequently manipulates her own Karmic threads to handle the world’s karma around her. While it’s a much safer way to entangle an enemy and put the situation under her control without having to approach them--assuming the enemy themselves cannot explicitly manipulate karmic threads either, it also risks damage and/or unneeded manipulation of her own karma.
The capability of karma being tampered with is derived from Kuanastha’s ties to entropy and spiritual strength, entropy dealing with the increasingly random (albeit definite) transference of information, and what better representation of entropy in a spiritual sense than karmic threads: literal threads of information linking all manners of creation unseen to the eyes, with any number of repercussions resulting in definite but often incalculable effects.
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Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Is the New Mutt Trained? [Private/Ceal] Wed Aug 10, 2016 5:48 pm
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Amongst dreams speaks the words of the mind. The realm where possibilities skew and morph into wondrous constructs of random thought. The mind works while the body rests. What plays on the canvas of this world are concepts influenced by reality and non alike. It was here that Ceal lay.
Wide-eyed and open mouth, she surfed along a the waves of colors so vivid she could but only describe them in phrases. Her absolute exhilaration displayed only in the sound of awestruck chuckles while she observed the world twist into abstract forms only seen possible from the deepest of subconscious thought. Like art come to life, the pictures painted before her told stories of lives and layers of complexity. They exploded into shapes and forms which had no meanings.
Upbeat thrums of background played in her ears, forms dancing to the uneven tempo. Along for the ride, Ceal found herself dancing, too, for it was a jingle that could not be stopped or muted. It helped give life to the wonderland that formed within her psyche.
What once appeared to be a house with no life, among a sky with spectrum of reds and black transformed, colors cooled into bright blues and greens. Colors matched where they didn't, even the home that was once bounced with life. Entities that now inhabit invited and welcomed.
A smile stretch so wide across Ceal's face as elation filled her being. Everything was working, everything was happy. She, most of all. Nay, she would not fall down into mania, for it was uplifting. It sparked her inspiration, her ambition.
She spun, round and round. The tune at it's climax. Her eyes glistening from tears of happiness in her new home.
”Y.. ye got 'em all wrong. Mr. Fumblebee.. when.. you make purple..y'gotta add a dash of...wh-what taste like...skittles...”
It had appeared that, while the light was off, Ceal was deep in an exhausted slumber. It really came no surprised considering how her visit with the Mana ended. So much had changed in her hours there. Just a few hours to change years of life. It was eerie when she thought about it. Even while passing out on her bed, she couldn't contain the elation in her chest. A build up of pressure that made it that ever breath she took sent surges of stimulation to all parts of her body. It was like she was hyperventilating, over and over again until she finally faded from the realm of the wakened.
Here now she lay, mumbling the insanity of her dream. She had never really dreamed much before. They had stopped when she was at a certain age. Probably the age 7 or 8. They had just came less frequent till, up to that point, stopped happening altogether. They now were instead replaced by the day dreams Ceal concocted. Of a better world, a better place where she was something different. Someone different. However, now. It was as if she had waited to dream up till now. That all of the madness that could be in one's own subconscious was finally breaking loose the damn that helped them at bay.
While it could have been suspected her dreams be filled with dark, demonic figures and disturbing entities of a nightmarish origin. That, at least for now had not been the case. Even if demons invaded her dreams, they placed upon the clothing of sheep, smiling and dancing along with Ceal. At least until a day would come where they get their fun.
She was so knocked out, in fact, she did not even notice anyone opening the door to her room in the Palace. She had a hotel room back with Styles, but she never made it there. Her mysterious stranger would see her at her weakest point, in nothing but sleepwear that was provided to her from the Queen herself since her clothing she'd worn here lay in ribbons.
Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Is the New Mutt Trained? [Private/Ceal] Sun Aug 14, 2016 1:53 pm
The extent of Kuanastha's natural spiritual senses allowed her to in essence have a 3D model of her surruoundings in her head constantly; just entering the room immediately granted her an idea of every literal nook and cranny in it, so without even looking she could tell the subject of interest was laying atop their bed. Given Kuanastha's rather abrupt entrance and a lacking response, one could tell this new person was asleep.
"A tad disappointing, I suppose."
Kuanastha honestly had no reason to go any further with her actions. If anything, she could just wait for another time; after all, her coming to this bedroom was entirely on a whim. Just through her spiritual sense alone and knowledge that this was an unfamiliar face, the visera demonio could more or less discern that this was one of her sister's pets; given the tinge of "mania" in the sleeping girl on the bed, sprawled out pajamas that basically screamed "Mana" in style, it was easy to guess which sister. To that extent, Kuanastha already had a decent grasp on the situation; however, it was the way this tinge of mania was emanating that really took her interest.
It was hard to recall, but Kuanastha felt familiar with this particular energy signature. It was difficult to explain for the time being, at least until she could remember some of the things she'd done. Given the convenience of the situation, she didn't really need to wait to find out either. Without reserve, the hybrid went further into the room and approached the deep sleeper.
With a wave of a hand, the entire room entered her domain of control. It thus became far easier for her Nether Threads--not Karmic Threads mind you, as they often offer a level of mental strain in excess--to crawl over the sleeping girls' body. Kuanastha's intentions? To get a better grasp on the source of manic energy, that being what seemed to be something along the lines of a demonic seal on the sleeper's body. Things didn't go as intended, however; even that bit of spiritual exertion was enough to prod at the visera's migraine, something that Kuanastha just didn't have the patience for. Thus, instead of taking things the more covert route, Kuanastha relinquished her control of the domain and dispersed the Nether Threads, instead opting to send a small jolt of electricity to wake the girl up. The effects--just maybe--might have brought some unintended results.
In the midst of her dreams. Ceal had felt an interruption. It caused her wondrous world to fade as she slipped slowly, groggily, back into reality. Her room as dark, as she remembered. However her vision was still so blurry, so very blurry. She couldn't see quite yet that there was a person in front of her. She yawned and stretched, pretty sure someone had tried to rouse her from her slumber.
What she didn't know, and that this other person would likely notice is the jolt of electricity she sent forth diverged from it's likely intended destination, instead spiraling around Ceal as her power gobbled it up, merging it with her own in a soft crackle.
As her vision slowly began to clear up, she saw that there was indeed a figure in front of her now. She could not make out anything about them, only knowing that they were a female. Instantly, Ceal assumed it was her new Master. Mana, the Queen. Slowly, she pulled herself up from her sprawled out state and sat on her knees, her hands between her legs to help support her position.
Teary-eyed from yawning once more. Ceal spoke to the person. ”M-Mana.. is that you? Wh-whas you doin 'ere so late.. I..” Ceal said, a yawn breaking her sentence. ”I was jus havin' the most... w-well. Crazy dream..'
At this moment, the person would be able to see Ceal's exposed midriff from her lingerie that was supposed to be her sleepwear for the night. She would clearly see the Mark of Eris just above her pelvic area. Whether or not she knew what it was entirely up to her. At the least, this would be the source of power she had definitely noticed upon her visit to the palace.
However, with this newfound power and Ceal's already rudimentary control over here ability as it were. There were times where her soul would overflow with energy, causing little bits of sparks that discharged harmlessly in the atmosphere, like a really really bad case of static electricity.
Subject Post 5Subject: Re: Is the New Mutt Trained? [Private/Ceal] Sun Aug 14, 2016 8:30 pm
It was actually surprising to see the small surge of electricity Kuanastha outputted be manipulated and seemingly absorbed by the girl, as opposed to running through and givign her a sudden awakening. Though, it did seem to achieve its goal given her progressive rise onto her knees. What was revealed seemed a tad shameless, but not really a huge issue considering how exposed people dressed all over the world, nowadays. But, even her pose could be a bit suggestive in different context... Was Kuanastha focusing on the wrong things here? Whatever, moving on.
The true subject of interest revealed itself on the girl's exposed skin, courtesy of her "sleepwear". A symbol tattoo'd on her abdomen: the Seal of Eris. Kuanastha was aware of it and what it could do, though the reason she was unaware. What she was aware of was the feeling of disdain she held for it, even as far as to say it was contemptible. The hybrid held appreciation for all things manic and chaotic, especially considering it was the primary factor that helped the sisters find escape from the shackles of their Iahhel family, and something that enabled Kuanastha to stay alive in Death's realm, which would otherwise have crushed any other being. But, that appreciation should not be mistaken for favour. It was also the subject of scores of disruptions within their family that they could have otherwise gone without--the drive behind much of their suffering even whilst united. At least, as far as Kuanastha's perception went.
Thus, without even having conversed, she couldn't help but find a distaste for this girl. It was easy enough to leave just then and there, but Kuanastha's curiosity still held her reigns; after all, it wasn't just the seal itself that took her interest, but the manner in which it was received. Not only that, but it came to her amusingly that this girl mistook her for Mana.
Kuanastha moved her hand over the girl's head, actually petting her fairly gently. At the same time, the entropy given off by the random discharges of electricity was absorbed into the visera's hand, ceasing all the occasional outputs, for nothing more than the annoyance of constant little sparks flying about. They also seemed to hold an entropy originating from the Manic Queen herself, to which Kuanastha couldn't help but internally frown.
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Subject Post 6Subject: Re: Is the New Mutt Trained? [Private/Ceal] Tue Aug 16, 2016 1:59 pm
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...rub rub, rub rub...yawn~
Ceal had done her best to wake up, still oh so sleepy. So sleepy she was. Rubbing her eyes of sleep's sand, she was finally able to adjust her eyes to the darkness a little bit.
A certain amount of rousing soberness caused Ceal to wake up just a little faster, her mind hung up on the voice of her visitor. It wasn't Mana, like she had foolishly assumed. She knew not who it was, only that they were likely demon and possibly affiliated with Mana, at least somehow. It was her palace, right?
She felt her cheeks flush with heat, feeling a tad bit embarrassed on a few levels. One, she thought she was Mana for a moment, and two, she was a little shy to be seen in such a get up for sleeping. Especially to a stranger, this was just really embarrassing. However, her natural good heart caused her reply to be rather friendly, despite the certain level of... condescending tone?
”Huh...? O-Oh.. I'm sorry. I just.. thought you were someone else.” She said, apologizing for her assumption on the identity of the stranger. She looked from her silhouette to the sheets around herself. She felt maybe it was a good idea to cover herself a little bit, but in reality it probably didn't matter at this point. The stranger had already seen her, so covering herself wouldn't really do much but show the person she was perhaps shy or timid, which she wasn't too much of either.
”Oh..! Forgive my manners, stranger. My name is Ceal. I'm a..-” She began, giving the girl her name. She was interrupted by this person closing the distance between them, petting her on the head. She wasn't really too sure if this was a follow up to the stranger's comment or not, but she didn't dislike it. Actually she kinda liked it. ”..Well, I mean.. I'm a human. Though you... probably knew that already. Heh, sorry, She finished, somewhat chuckling nervously as the person's touch on her head did a number on her thoughts.