Post by Mishiranu Arashi on Aug 14, 2008 19:26:30 GMT -4
The fact that Arashi was no longer as lost in the vast expanse of his own existence was pleasant on the young man's mind. So long had it been that his life changed so suddenly, and he had arrived in the realm of hell. Arashi had no reason to wander anymore, he had learned enough about himself to be appeased, he knew all that there was to know. His past was all in his mind, he knew what he was and where he had come from. There was little else for the boy to discover, little aside from his purpose. Arashi knew less then little about what he was capable of, and he wanted only to know more. Upon his birth he had been cursed with magical abilities by race and by his demented father. For years he was plagued with torment and perversions at the hands of his brother. It had finally come to the point where Arashi was his own, and no one controlled him, not even himself.
This place looks good, a nice charming neighborhood. As far as the laws here go, a free lot is free to use. This place should be plenty useful.
Ahh.. this isn't a free lot Ranmyaku. This is a nice place to live, but not a vacant lot.
Well she told you the place will pop up when needed didn't she? this is your place Arashi, stop acting stupid.
Arashi shrugged as he looked at the very recently erected condo. He hadn't noticed, but the place was oddly similar to the home of his father. Ranmyaku wasn't feeling mean enough to tell him about it either. Arashi walked up the walkway that trailed across a barren lawn and the door opened as if to ensure he took a step into his new home. He walked into the furnished and relaxing home and shut the door behind him. The door shut and as it did the lawn was green as if it had been that way for years. the magical secrets of the realm showing themselves in the fullest at that moment. The house itself wasn't bad, it had a was setup like a studio apartment, though a good bit larger. His bed was in the far left hand corner and the kitchen was behind a counter in the far right. Directly to his left was the dinning area and that made up all of his needs.
Arashi walked across the clear crystal floor and ran a hand along the wall which was made of the same. The chairs and table were a blood red cherry wood, same as the table. The bed's fabric was a red satin and the color layout was the same on each surface. Red was obviously the object of Arashi's color obsession and his home reflected this. As Arashi continued to the back of the house there where two doors, one being the bathroom and the other led to a basement level. Arashi traveled down into the cellar-like area and saw that there was nothing inside. The place seemed to be a bomb-shelter and Arashi quickly thought of what he wanted to do with it. A quick hop to the mortal realm allowed him to return with an Iron Maiden that he set in the center of the 10x10ft room.
Arashi took the blade at his cut his thumb, walking to the four corners of the room from the center of the room. After four trips back and forth from the corner to the metal contraption Arashi had created groves in the floor with his blood. Arashi then removed his clothes and opened the device. Stepping inside Arashi took a few deep breaths and sliced his wrist on one of the many spikes, allowing Ranmyaku too take form from his spilling blood. His hazy wings vanished into his body as the sprite left him and he looked at her calmly.
"Is this really a smart idea Arashi? You die and I'm done for.. remember that."
"Celestials don't die from blood loss Ranmyaku, I'll be fine. Just make sure you shut the damned door properly. And do something about these spikes, we don't need them dissolving half way through."
"Why? Iron's good for you Kid."
Ranmyaku smirked and layered the spikes in her own bloody essence and hardened it. The spikes were sharper now, and resistant to the chaotic effects of Arashi's blood. Arashi stood himself up and Ranmyaku strapped him in place. She walked around in front of him and sighed.
"I'll be back after I visit Tomoyo and collect Yancha.. Send me a wave if you need help okay?"
"Okay"
Ranmyaku nodded and slammed shut the jaws of the Iron Maiden. Arashi bit down on his lip, cutting down the volume of his voice when he cried out. The spikes that drove into his flesh where deeper then expected and the blades at his wrists cut harshly into him. The blood flowed freely and ran along the groves in the floor, and Arashi did all that he could to focus himself. It took all of his mental energy to determine the flow of blood so that is ran to the room's four corners. Then he used the blood as a fluid drill, burrowing the chaos infused blood into the earth beneath the house and streaking deep into the ground. Ranmyaku slipped out of the room and vanished on her own mission as Arashi pushed his blood deeper beneath his home.
After about an hour, the blood reached a depth of near a mile, and Arashi pulled the four little veins together and allowed the blood to flow into a single area. The four streams of blood collected and ate away the earth surrounding the forming underground lake of blood. Arashi no longer needed to consciously work as the flow acted on it's own. The hours it had taken to make it that far had been enough to exhaust the young Djinni. The hours following were enough to push him into a comatose state. And just as Arashi fell out of mental awareness Ranmyaku returned from all that she had to do and pulled him from the torture device. She lay him on the bed and allowed the doctor to do his job.
This place looks good, a nice charming neighborhood. As far as the laws here go, a free lot is free to use. This place should be plenty useful.
Ahh.. this isn't a free lot Ranmyaku. This is a nice place to live, but not a vacant lot.
Well she told you the place will pop up when needed didn't she? this is your place Arashi, stop acting stupid.
Arashi shrugged as he looked at the very recently erected condo. He hadn't noticed, but the place was oddly similar to the home of his father. Ranmyaku wasn't feeling mean enough to tell him about it either. Arashi walked up the walkway that trailed across a barren lawn and the door opened as if to ensure he took a step into his new home. He walked into the furnished and relaxing home and shut the door behind him. The door shut and as it did the lawn was green as if it had been that way for years. the magical secrets of the realm showing themselves in the fullest at that moment. The house itself wasn't bad, it had a was setup like a studio apartment, though a good bit larger. His bed was in the far left hand corner and the kitchen was behind a counter in the far right. Directly to his left was the dinning area and that made up all of his needs.
Arashi walked across the clear crystal floor and ran a hand along the wall which was made of the same. The chairs and table were a blood red cherry wood, same as the table. The bed's fabric was a red satin and the color layout was the same on each surface. Red was obviously the object of Arashi's color obsession and his home reflected this. As Arashi continued to the back of the house there where two doors, one being the bathroom and the other led to a basement level. Arashi traveled down into the cellar-like area and saw that there was nothing inside. The place seemed to be a bomb-shelter and Arashi quickly thought of what he wanted to do with it. A quick hop to the mortal realm allowed him to return with an Iron Maiden that he set in the center of the 10x10ft room.
Arashi took the blade at his cut his thumb, walking to the four corners of the room from the center of the room. After four trips back and forth from the corner to the metal contraption Arashi had created groves in the floor with his blood. Arashi then removed his clothes and opened the device. Stepping inside Arashi took a few deep breaths and sliced his wrist on one of the many spikes, allowing Ranmyaku too take form from his spilling blood. His hazy wings vanished into his body as the sprite left him and he looked at her calmly.
"Is this really a smart idea Arashi? You die and I'm done for.. remember that."
"Celestials don't die from blood loss Ranmyaku, I'll be fine. Just make sure you shut the damned door properly. And do something about these spikes, we don't need them dissolving half way through."
"Why? Iron's good for you Kid."
Ranmyaku smirked and layered the spikes in her own bloody essence and hardened it. The spikes were sharper now, and resistant to the chaotic effects of Arashi's blood. Arashi stood himself up and Ranmyaku strapped him in place. She walked around in front of him and sighed.
"I'll be back after I visit Tomoyo and collect Yancha.. Send me a wave if you need help okay?"
"Okay"
Ranmyaku nodded and slammed shut the jaws of the Iron Maiden. Arashi bit down on his lip, cutting down the volume of his voice when he cried out. The spikes that drove into his flesh where deeper then expected and the blades at his wrists cut harshly into him. The blood flowed freely and ran along the groves in the floor, and Arashi did all that he could to focus himself. It took all of his mental energy to determine the flow of blood so that is ran to the room's four corners. Then he used the blood as a fluid drill, burrowing the chaos infused blood into the earth beneath the house and streaking deep into the ground. Ranmyaku slipped out of the room and vanished on her own mission as Arashi pushed his blood deeper beneath his home.
After about an hour, the blood reached a depth of near a mile, and Arashi pulled the four little veins together and allowed the blood to flow into a single area. The four streams of blood collected and ate away the earth surrounding the forming underground lake of blood. Arashi no longer needed to consciously work as the flow acted on it's own. The hours it had taken to make it that far had been enough to exhaust the young Djinni. The hours following were enough to push him into a comatose state. And just as Arashi fell out of mental awareness Ranmyaku returned from all that she had to do and pulled him from the torture device. She lay him on the bed and allowed the doctor to do his job.
