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@jiutiandaiyu
a 329 year old demigod of calamity, facing a decline in her spiritual power in the wake of peacetimes, she will hear the prayers of all who wish misfortune or chaos upon others and bring their prayers to fruition with a pleasing smile upon her features. ||| about daiyu
Tajhana did not like that she could not determine the meaning of Daiyu's response. People could be relatively easy to read, but nobility and gods tended to be harder. Those who had lived as long, or longer, than Tajhana used their emotions and their thoughts in different ways than most, and frequently not at alike. Someone like Daiyu, a risen deity that was worshipped would hold her opinions, goals and feelings in a way so very differently from someone like Notelaih, who had lived longer than he knew and his intention was not status. The youth were easier, their desires tended to manifest in similar ways even if they differed.
Regardless, Tajhana did not interfere with the actions of the tea while it affected Daiyu. She could be angry at the intentions of the goddess, as many could curse those in such positions, but she did not actively wish the woman harm, and she would certainly not intervene with something she did not completely fathom the results of. Instead Tajhana simply stood, ready to catch the woman were she to faint, or to help her were the tea to have any sort of adverse affect, her hands resting on the back of the woman's chair, not intending to touch her unless needed, frustrated she could not see into Daiyu's mind as the magic worked its way through her.
Eyelids closed, lashes short and dark, fluttering airily like the wings of a butterfly with the twitches of her unseeing gaze. Tajhana brewed the tea well. It is potent and swift, grasping onto Daiyu's consciousness and thrusting her fully into a vision of the future. Scattered images flicker before her mind's eye at a rapid and dizzying pace, understanding was not possible, no one image lingering long enough for her to process what is shown to her. It would have to happen later, when she took some time to quietly reflect and replay the vision at her own pace, for now she could do nothing but let it flood her mind.
Daiyu felt herself surging forward, falling, all limbs and unconscious movement provoked by something in her vision, arms outstretching before her to catch something that isn't there. Wrists twist, fingers grasp at air, the serene calm of her expression contorts and a single tear slides out the corner of one eye, falling against her will as the vision begins to leave her. Her eyes fly open wildly, delicate fingers swipe the tear as it slides down her cheek, breath catching in her throat. It has been a long time since she's seen a vision like this one and after a moment to collect herself, the corners of her glossy lips turn upward. Breath sucks through her teeth, she's gripping the edge of the table with one hand, the other is still pressed softly against her cheek, turning now so the back of her hand rests against the once damp sink and finally out comes a soft breathless laugh. "Ah. I see. I see it now." Everything is about to change.
Chhaaya put his arms behind his back, locking his hands together, eyes narrowing in amusement. βWe could,β he said, no mind for games, but certainly not one to give up so quickly. Heβd never forfeited a job, heβd always gotten it done. He had no job now, yet he wondered at the use fire could be. Fire was useful, always. It always drew the attention of others, even those used to fire. βNot at allβ¦ am I not even close?β he asked, studying her intently.Β
"No, not even close. Your thoughts are too restrained," she offered as a subtle hint as all his guesses should be broader. As the pair carried through the market, stalls lining either side with various vendors, they began to come upon another vendor roasting duck and much like the first vendor at the top of the street, the fire beneath suddenly burst into crackling life and surged at the prospective patrons, scaring them off. And just like before, agitated comments were directed to the vendor who was left confused, trying to tame the flames. Daiyu did not linger for the commotion, just as before, and only carried on walking down the street with soundless steps. "Do you need a hint?" She inquired softly to her curious companion.
OPEN STARTER
Notelaih touched fingers to his lips as the last of the fire died down around him, sweat beaded his naked chest and arms, but it soon dried up as the heat remained. He bowed and pointed eyes at the small tin can that had filled up with coins during his performance. He did not need the coin, he had plenty, but he would not take himself seriously if he didn't ask money for his entertainment.
The crowd moved on and he collected the tin before putting his shirt back on, it had tinged back to blue, but under the heat of his hands the colour shifted. It still surprised him, and his eyes turned to a shade of amber. He looked up to find a spectator still watching.
"Are you here to offer words in compliment?" he asked, in a joking tone.
The performance had drawn her attention, a small crowd gathered who had observed the display with appreciation, offering some coins to the being before moving along to carry about their daily lives. Daiyu remained behind as the crowd slowly filtered away to nothing, the brilliant red of her hanfu fluttered softly making her stand out prominently against the typical dull hues of this part of the street.
"Do you need them?" She replied, her mouth lifted into a gentle but pleasing smile, now taking a step forward to draw herself closer. "I believe you know you're talented. You do not need the compliments. Unless, that is why you are out here, councilor. Are you fishing?"
Money? Ha! In a way. But Root simply smiled naively and shook their head, looking around her in the hopes of still catching the mayor somewhere, somehow. Alas, he was not there. They bit their lip. βNoβ¦ I just wanted to ask him a questionβ¦ a mayorly question.β They did not mention that they were not going to even address the Tiefling when they located him again. βHave you seen him?β They asked quickly. The more time passed, the more likely they had lost him for the day.
"Ahh," she cooed with understanding, dipping her chin with a slight nod, "A mayorly question. Indeed, I did see him but now I do not. He seems to have evaded you and your mayorly question. Perhaps if it is very important, you might remember it later for the next time you see him. Or perhaps it was not all too important at all?" Her brow lifted, "Do you need help?"
The assassin nodded, falling into step beside her, his keen eyes studying her with interest - and a bit of nonchalance. βSo if that was nothing special, I suppose what you can really do is muchβ¦ greater?β He asked in challenge. Would she be willing? It wasn't that Chhaaya was especially interested, but he did like chaos. Chaos was often the best disguise, it was also something that generated a lot of eyes, came with confusion. He liked seeing people confused.
On the job he'd often been forced to rely on chaos created by others, and despite not having had such a job in months, he couldn't stop thinking about the possibilities. As if he was soon going to do an assassination, and he could team up with someone for one time.
"Are you a fire demon of some kind? A Djinn? Magician?"
Daiyu looked amused when the other started guessing at what she was. "Animal. Vegetable. Mineral. Are we going to make this into a game?" She inquired as she continued to walk languidly, her steps were soft and made almost no sound, even the shifting fabric of her flowing hanfu was soft as a gentle breeze. Contrasting with the bustling market on either side and the crowded center street which seemed to part just in time to offer no obstruction to her walking path. "No, to all," she gave her answer.
Tajhana almost let out a laugh, the gesture sitting in her throat, having caused her to lean forward but she preventing anything from escaping. Chae did look like his grandfather, but not in the ways that Tajhana cared for, and, as someone who could gaze into the future, it was harder for Tajhana to recognise much of Oh Chul Moo in his grandson. They may have held similar features but personality? Perhaps without the context of Chae's secret desires one could say they were similar but not Tajhana.
"Curious," she spoke once she had swallowed her amusement. "Perhaps you simply saw a handsome warrior in a hanbok, not so uncommon around Ashharren," she commented, though she knew better.
Fingers touching the edge of the tea cups base and pushing it closer to Daiyu now that it had brewed she waited to see what would happen. "You should drink," Tajhana insisted. However someone such as Daiyu would react was unknown to her, but she had hopes that considering the volatile nature of the teas vision, Daiyu would have much success with it. Perhaps what she saw would guide her away from the Oh witch, any anyone else Tajhana was looking out for.
"Perhaps I did," replied Daiyu airily, as if it didn't matter to her either way, her gaze loitering around the tea house to bypass vaguely at her surroundings and the overall atmosphere. The youth she saw could have simply been of no importance, just a handsome young man from that region that tickled the essence of a memory. If she hadn't noted the knotted norigae hanging from the youth's waist which identified him as an Oh witch, perhaps he could have been no one important. For now, she kept this to herself. It would be far more amusing later on to surprise Tajhana once more.
When prompted to drink as the brewed tea was ready, Daiyu returned her attention to the cup and sipped the contents. Her eyelids fluttered as her vision clouded, gaze becoming unfocused on what was now before her so she set the cup down delicately without seeing the table's surface as the vision induced by the brew began to unfold.
OPEN STARTER
Root was once again following their target around the town, this time he, Merrymock, was on some kind of errand, placed in a position to do something for the recently murdered council member. They wondered if heβd been asked to do such a thing, or if he did it from the kindness of his heart. In Rootβs eyes: possibly the first. Because they still had to think of this other as the enemy for this to work. They couldnβt possibly start thinking he was a good man after all.Β
They were careful to keep a distance, following with great care, their talk brushing through crowds, yellow eyes on their target, feet nimble.Β
And then the Tiefling disappeared. Root stopped dead in their tracks, throwing their head up to locate the other by scent alone, but they realised they were near several shops with food. And instead of succeeding, their mouth started to water.Β
They reached out for the first person who came in their direction, and smiled slightly erratic. ββCuse me, have you seen the mayor? He mustβve crossed paths with you, maybe.β
Daiyu turned toward the one who now addressed her, the jewels hanging from her hair and down from the belt of her hanfu chimed softly with her movement. She had noticed the tiefling, it was difficult not to, the governor was so gaudy in his way of dress and behavior it made him stand out very sorely. Especially for her, who paid particular attention to those who stood out. This one now before her did not stand out, which in turn, made them stand out. For one who typically did not wish to be noticed were the ones most worth paying attention to. "I may have," she replied, purposefully cryptic. "Does he owe you money, perhaps?" She inquired after why this one would be pursuing the governor at all.
As Daiyu expected Tajhana did not answer, continuing to work on the tea for the woman instead. She watched as the flowers and herbs soaked into the water, shifting it's clarity to a transparent red hue, vibrant but the base of the cup still visible when she withdrew the strainer, placing it off to the side so the leaves might come to some other use.
"Love is an exaggeration," Tajhana noted. Both true and not true. If love by the standards of others, it was an exaggeration, as people would presume the Oh witch leaving her to marry his wife would have left her heartbroken and it did not, it was the only outcome she saw for the man, his mind not half so wide as his grandson's, and yet... Tajhana's fondness for him had been stronger than most. Perhaps because both knew it would end it had been easier to attach than with those who sought more from her, the twisting paths always overwhelming, or maybe there truly had been something. Regardless she had cared for him enough to be protective.
"Oh Chul Moo. Correct," Tajhana nodded, pushing the tea towards Daiyu. "We were war time companions, he was always to be married, and is. He had a son," though Tajhana kept her lips quiet that his son had a son and that son was here. "So, yes, he survived and fulfilled his future, which was my main desire to protect. I am contented with the outcome." A lie with enough of the truth she felt it believable. Had part of her hoped he might visit? Yes. But his work would not be done until he died, obligation would reign even if he had an heir, even if that heir took over, even if his wife passed. He would be an Oh witch until his headstone was weather worn and unable to be read.
"Do you have need of him?" Tajhana asked, unsure if that was the purpose, or if she simply wished to cause strife between them if he had joined her in Destarin.
Daiyu accepted the tea with a polite inclination of her head and reached for it with two hands, she inhaled the fragrance as she listened, allowing the tea to first envelope her senses before she would drink. She noted how Tajhana spoke of the witch she had been fond of. It was very brief. Very factual. It brought a smile to the demigod's features which were now partly obscured by the lifted cup, smile visible now only at the edges of her eyes. In a way, limiting details was also providing ample details. It told her that Tajhana likely did not want Daiyu to know more. She was protecting him even now. "I do not have need of him," she tipped the edge of the cup and drank. Then closed her eyes as she set the cup down unseeing, to allow the tea and its properties to take hold. "I merely saw someone who reminded me of him, that's all," she responded casually, as if it truly were nothing.
"literally me" -- jiutian daiyu the demigod of calamity
ooc: i saw this on instagram where you type in 'literally me' on pinterest and pick 6 pictures that depict your character
Once more Tajhana continued to prepare the tea for the woman, placing the metal strainer over the cup and beginning to place in the various tea leaves as she listened to Daiyu explain her process, whatever it was that gave her strength. Tajhana had not known the woman prior to her ascent and wondered while listening how she had been before it. For many she could look into their past but for Daiyu it was like a hurricane whenever she attempted, painful if she tried too hard.
"Curious you think it is predictable," Tajhana commented, because though she worried on the potential for war once more she did not think it guaranteed or predictable, but she had also not been out of Destarin since the war, she did not know what the continent looked like in the various lands. "The last war was started over a princess, you think the next will be started for the people?"
Starting to pour the now tempered water over the leaves, warm enough to withdraw taste and magics but not so hot the flowers and herbs burned she contemplated that further. Would she have been more willing to lose her friends in a war meant for something? It was easy to resent Daiyu's chaos when it felt purposeless, when her lover could die for some princess, but for things to be better? Perhaps the chaos directed appropriately would be more useful.
It didn't assuage her resentment, of course. For all the wrongs of the old Oh witch who had now married, had children, grandchildren, Tajhana had felt a sort of love for him. Love enough that she had hated worrying when he left for battles she could not see because of Daiyu's influence.
At the question of the cause for the next war, Daiyu simply gave a casual shrug, "It matters not what I think. Mortals love conflict," true enough even for other demigods and deities such as herself. She very much believed it was simply part of nature. Though speaking on war reminded Daiyu of something and as she watched Tajhana pour the brew into her cup questioned, "Last we met like this was during the war, was it not?" Rhetorical, not expecting a confirmation or response. "I do not recall seeing your love among the fallen," it was a common task for Daiyu to collect the souls of those fallen during war times. Fragmented souls such as those belonging to soldiers were powerful and dangerous, they could easily spread blight throughout the surrounding areas if they were not prevented. "What was his name?" The demigod tapped her lip as she tried to recall his name, "Oh?"
Closed Starter for One is Taken
Phanrax was a little amused at what was transpiring after the death of what had been their Justice representative.Β Death had long become a normal part of his life, given that he had been alive so long that he couldn't even remember when he'd been born.Β He had visited the graves of his many wives that had passed away over the centuries.Β He remembered all of them, their names, faces, and the children they gave him.Β He might seem cold and callous to others, but he always loved his wives.
Regardless, he had chuckled at the request from one of his fellow representatives to help out his fellow man.Β He normally had people to do those kind of things but he didn't see the harm in helping out himself.Β He'd spent many years repairing nets and other fishing equipment, and he didn't see any reason not to chip in.
Settling into a spot on a barrel with a net over his legs and a large mug full of rum beside him, Phanrax smiled as he looked out and saw his followers diving in to help no matter what their station in life was.Β Looking over to see someone that very much looked out of her element, Phanrax smiled and raised his mug toward her.Β βCome, share a drink to stay warm and I'll teach you how to mend this fishing net.β
@jiutiandaiyu
Daiyu strolled idly along the docks, it was awfully busy right now with everyone looking occupied in some way. It was quite lively and large crowds of lively people always tended to draw her attention. She was not alone. Beside her was her servant, who followed closely behind her and looked a bit fretful. "Jiutian Daiyu, you must do something," her servant whispered softly to the ear of her deity who seemed to disregard the gentle warning entirely and only skipped ahead with a delightful smile on her carefree features. "I promised that you would help. Remember? You said you wanted more people to know your name. This is the way--" Daiyu cut her off with a turn and pressed her fingers against her lips to silence her, "It is one way." And not the way she would have chosen.
She truly did look out of place among the fishermen here. Like refined jade among pebbles. Her crimson red hanfu floated lightly behind her as she moved, fluttering with the strong wind that gusted over the surface of the ocean and carried the dark strands of her straight hair around her. Somehow it didn't mess up her hair at all, it only seemed to move her hair in just the right way as to look incredibly pleasing. When a man spoke up to address her with an invitation, Daiyu stopped her carefree movements and turned toward him with a question, "Why should I mend a fishing net?"
Not often did another woman outside his wife cause him to pause and stand in awe of their beauty.Β Yet, the raven haired beauty with glowing ivy skin nearly caused Axiusβ heart to skip a beat.Β How could it be after all these years she did not age a single day?Β Not a wrinkle or anything to indicate the amount of years that ticked by.Β Axius knew there were forces beyond his understanding and immortals out there, but he still could not fathom it.
βIβI, uhβ¦βΒ Did he just lose his train of thought?Β βMy apologies, it has been ages since you have been in my sights.Β Back when I was a younger man with much to prove.Β You still remain just as beautiful since the day I met you.Β Over a century ago.β
Daiyu recognized the expression on the man, not because the man himself was familiar but because the look he had was. Many men had looked upon her with the very same far-away glance, the same wonderment. It was only natural. She was a demigod, awe-inspiring and radiant. A soft smile graced her features as he spoke and an understanding slowly developed. "Ah, so we have met before," she turned toward him then, giving him her full attention as her expression turned thoughtful, observing him carefully for recognition. "You were a soldier," this much she could tell by sight alone. She was well familiar with the gait of a soldier, of one who had seen war torn fields and too many dead bodies. The demigod reached forward to delicately touch the side of his jaw, allowing him time to refuse the touch or accept it, and if he allowed it then she would with the gentle point of a cool-toned finger, turn his face to the side for her to inspect further. If the action was denied, she could still inspect him well enough from this distance.
"There you are." She could see him now. In the bridge of his nose and the height of his brow, somewhere around his eyes he still held a hint of the youth he had once been, the young ambitious soldier she had once met. "My, my, the boy has become a man but something is wrong with you. You were human once.." Now he was something else.
Not new to watching Magic at work, Chhaayaβs eyes scanned the crowd when he saw the fire rising, the sudden flare brought to his attention by the heat it emanated onto his skin. He took a quick look around before spotting what he thought to be a shimmer. The last remnants of used magic, perhaps. Heβd fought wizards and their kind before, knew there were a thousand ways for people to pull on the strands of the world that could not be understood by science. Magic, gods, powers, energies, nature.Β
Not new to it, he was still fairly new to the big pool of different species, creatures, and the like within the townβs bounds. A great collection of all things out there, a great manner of possible new masters, would he not greedily sell out his skills to multiple. A great manner of interesting beings. He felt giddy with the eagerness to grow closer to people, now that he had that opportunity, now that he didnβt have to murder every person he grew close to anymore. The list of names that once guided him completed, he was free to discover for himself if people were friend or foe.Β
He followed the figure and appeared beside her - whether she noticed or not he didnβt care for - commenting on the fire with a grin on his face. βThat was some show,β he said. βWhomever did that must be very powerful.βΒ
Daiyu did notice she had garnered the attention of someone and that someone soon followed behind her. She was familiar with such reactions. Even in a world full of magic like this one, there was something about the magic of one such as herself which seemed to awe. "Observant," she commented in reply, a note of praise in her voice, "But it was really nothing special, just a flame grown too hot to handle." Truly as far as magical ability was concerned it was only a simple spell. The thin sheen of residual radiant energy surrounding her slowly faded away to nothing as if it hadn't been there at all and had only been a trick of the light.
What traits in another do you find attractive?
"They must be my equal in everything, not only in power and skill but also in mind. Being physically beautiful is important but not the sole factor. Ultimately, I find most attractive someone who will make me smile. As such I've only ever found others to be partly attractive."
Are you the youngest god of those you know?
"Not at all. There is a newly ascended god within the heavenly realm now and he is only twenty-one. To ascend so young is quite the achievement.. but he was born under a lucky star and seemed to ascend quite easily. Whether or not he can maintain his status remains to be seen. It is often that a god ascends rapidly only to fall just as quick. Mortals are so fickle sometimes in who they elevate."
What does being weak feel like for you?
"I lose any spiritual power and retain only my own physical strength."
