by now, kogitsunemaru must know this is certainly jiji. it sounds like him. the sludgy feeling of being dragged into the darkness is getting worse. another clawed hand grabs onto his front, around his chest, and digs in, trying to drag him backwards.
And I do not trust you well enough to understand. I will not ever trust you well enough, to understand. Neither age nor time can seem to teach you any lessons. Can you continue to dance through life, with the many, many times you have failed? ]
This body is human. It bleeds, it cries, it feels. Or is your standards become so narrow to only mean those we protect?
[ even if it is not jiji himself, there's still the push pull of fighting (verbally) with him. it gives him the strength to push himself forward, one foot at a time through the sludge. ]
You do need not trust me. I certainly need not trust you. Our goals have been similar enough find our way there despite such.
[ he continues forward, thinking a little ]
Each failure is a lesson learned. Each day is a new beginning.
[ each step kogi takes gets more and more difficult.
the hands are digging into his arms, now. his leg that was injured previously starts to ache, a dull, miserable pain that feels like it's sapping his energy. like he's been poisoned.
the voice - warbles, a little, like its disconnecting, like something's wrong with it.
You can pontificate about being human as you like, but you never will be. They will never accept you among them. ]
[ everything hurts but he's not dying just yet so even with the horrendous grimace on his face he continues on. the fangs are bared, the red of his eyes certainly take a glow in the lanterns light, yet still he does not give up. ]
Ha! Whoever said one needed them to accept me? This Kogitsunemaru knows his place will never be among them. I am a touken danshi as long as my mission continues I and this human body of mine will exist to protect them.
[ the bearing of the fangs and the red eyes just get a little laugh.
the moon flutters again, the light starting to disappear.
My. Are you a touken danshi? Are you a fox? Are you a human? Could you be successful at one of the three...?
his lantern is starting to dim, too. the hands - clawed and vicious, keep pulling kogi down, down, down, like they're trying to slow him. take him over.
Perhaps you could lose your control. If you give into the night, it would be easy. Why do the humans deserve to be protected, Kogitsunemaru? What have they ever done for you? ]
[ they can hecking well try but grandpappy is too stubbon for such behavior. ]
I am who I am, creation myth or not. This Kogitsunemaru is a warrior at days end and even I not let some mockery of Mikazuki-dono deny such...!
[ hHHHRGH. STUBBORNNESS RUES THE DAY and even if it feels like he's wading through the deepest of swamp muck, this challenge will not drag him under ]
These humans are worthy of my time and protection regardless of what the have or haven't done. That is a choice I've decided for myself and need no more reason than that. To give in, to lose to a battle even the strongest face at times is not an option!
[ well, grandpappy's stubborness is going to do him well here because ari rolled a nat 20.
the determination of kogitsunemaru is as sharp and well honed as his blade, as tough as tempered steel. as he calls on the illusion for its mockery of jiji, the lantern in his free hand flares. the light turns yellow, then flashes a brilliant blue.
kogitsunemaru, you hear the voices of your teammates. of your leader. they latch onto your spirit, course strength through your bones. despite the vicious, sucking pull of the shadowy hands, despite the way they claw at your silks, you tear one arm free and grab for the loamy dirt. your other arm tears free of another clawing hand, and grabs onto a tree branch.
the voices all call at once.
THE TRUTH LIES IN THE FLAME.
and with a violent flash of light, you tear free from the shadows and burst forward into the darknesss like a bat out of hell. the dark fog clears away, enough to show you the entrance of a temple, where your exhausted companions are trying to heal themselves.
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says the voice.
by now, kogitsunemaru must know this is certainly jiji. it sounds like him. the sludgy feeling of being dragged into the darkness is getting worse. another clawed hand grabs onto his front, around his chest, and digs in, trying to drag him backwards.
And I do not trust you well enough to understand. I will not ever trust you well enough, to understand. Neither age nor time can seem to teach you any lessons. Can you continue to dance through life, with the many, many times you have failed? ]
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[ even if it is not jiji himself, there's still the push pull of fighting (verbally) with him. it gives him the strength to push himself forward, one foot at a time through the sludge. ]
You do need not trust me. I certainly need not trust you. Our goals have been similar enough find our way there despite such.
[ he continues forward, thinking a little ]
Each failure is a lesson learned. Each day is a new beginning.
Is this not what it means to be human?
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the hands are digging into his arms, now. his leg that was injured previously starts to ache, a dull, miserable pain that feels like it's sapping his energy. like he's been poisoned.
the voice - warbles, a little, like its disconnecting, like something's wrong with it.
You can pontificate about being human as you like, but you never will be. They will never accept you among them. ]
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Ha! Whoever said one needed them to accept me? This Kogitsunemaru knows his place will never be among them. I am a touken danshi as long as my mission continues I and this human body of mine will exist to protect them.
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the moon flutters again, the light starting to disappear.
My. Are you a touken danshi? Are you a fox? Are you a human? Could you be successful at one of the three...?
his lantern is starting to dim, too. the hands - clawed and vicious, keep pulling kogi down, down, down, like they're trying to slow him. take him over.
Perhaps you could lose your control. If you give into the night, it would be easy. Why do the humans deserve to be protected, Kogitsunemaru? What have they ever done for you? ]
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I am who I am, creation myth or not. This Kogitsunemaru is a warrior at days end and even I not let some mockery of Mikazuki-dono deny such...!
[ hHHHRGH. STUBBORNNESS RUES THE DAY and even if it feels like he's wading through the deepest of swamp muck, this challenge will not drag him under ]
These humans are worthy of my time and protection regardless of what the have or haven't done. That is a choice I've decided for myself and need no more reason than that. To give in, to lose to a battle even the strongest face at times is not an option!
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the determination of kogitsunemaru is as sharp and well honed as his blade, as tough as tempered steel. as he calls on the illusion for its mockery of jiji, the lantern in his free hand flares. the light turns yellow, then flashes a brilliant blue.
kogitsunemaru, you hear the voices of your teammates. of your leader. they latch onto your spirit, course strength through your bones. despite the vicious, sucking pull of the shadowy hands, despite the way they claw at your silks, you tear one arm free and grab for the loamy dirt. your other arm tears free of another clawing hand, and grabs onto a tree branch.
the voices all call at once.
THE TRUTH LIES IN THE FLAME.
and with a violent flash of light, you tear free from the shadows and burst forward into the darknesss like a bat out of hell. the dark fog clears away, enough to show you the entrance of a temple, where your exhausted companions are trying to heal themselves.
go join them! ]