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” I know. I know that there are things that happen t’ be unseen, are y’ a seiðr woman? ‘Cause with all this yer spoutin; I kinda believe y’ are. “
I apologize. I've made you uncomfortable. It's--it's fine. My beliefs are unorthodox and obsolete in this world. I understand that.
❝ THIS world doesn’t deter me because I am part of it so fully —I am Chaos, supreme and unavoidable. What brings you here in my theater and temple ?
Feeling of pulling, being pulled forward. Destiny lies ahead. Candles, I smell wax dripping! Theater? What do you show? I'm sure it's beautiful. Creativity is a pure aura, type of magic that makes the skies their watercolor beauty. Life is still beautiful, in this chaos. If you are the supreme Chaos of the realm, I'm sure you were placed here for good will. If I am nothing but a bother, cast me away as a stray. It will do me no harm. I am an understanding feline.
'Tis a sharp light that I can sense, sharp. Potential purity. I'm looking at hair of white. Hair of white that bears a silence. You have your own agenda, and I do not know if I wish to know it, but you seem to be a traveler of the utmost determination. This world does not deter you. I admire this.
’ Thank you kindly, sister. I feel the blessing of your lords in our temple here; our home glows with such holy wavelengths… may the lords bless our sleep tonight… ‘
Keep yourself safe. Shroud yourself in light and think of the positives left in the world, if there are any. Keep up hope. It dies too fast.
” I feel pretty damn sorry fer those who still think theres a damned demon under their bed, don’t feel bad fer m’. I jus’ know whats what in life. “
I don't mean ill will towards you at all, but I do not believe that you understand all of the things...the things that lurk in the air nowadays. Spirits, clinging. They're clinging to you, and I want to make them leave! Witchcraft is not a joke, it is a method of protection. Ritual magic 'tis our holy water in the darkness. Our Mecca is the land that our gods and goddesses rule. Promised land! We want to protect it. I want to protect it. Last one here, maybe. I've been walking for so long. Drag this candle and this body to the ends of the Earth, giant pentagram. I'll burn a giant pentagram into the soil and purge the dark souls and save us all from damnation.
" Fairytales are nice an’ all, but welcome t’ th’ real world. Witches exist as co-workers, th’ cult is their business. “
I'm...very sorry you feel that way.
☩ Neither. They and I have an accord. That doesn’t matter, though. You said so yourself.
Black magic. Well…to each their own. Again, I’m not sure how one person can fix so much on their own, but I know nothing about the magic you’ve been talking of. Personally, I don’t believe that magic can fix this hell- hole the world has become. But you’re welcome to try; I don’t mean to discourage you from that. I’m not important. Just disturbed. You should be, truly. Torin Wakeneba. I am a freelance…doctor, I suppose. In loose terms. A psychoanalyst, concerned with issues and plagues of the brain. We stand for different aspects, you and I. ☩
I'm sure it's necessary for your survival, and I don't believe you to be a threat to my safety, or my power. Yes, some believe in science and some believe in magic and some believe in both. I believe they go hand in hand. and your job must be important to someone. But you give me an aura of those with their claws hiding. I want to trust you, but I can't. I can't fix it by myself, but I've yet to find anyone willing to fix it. I'll try my best to light the way for those who want to. Perhaps, there are others who believe in the power of magic, the power of Gaia and the other goddesses that watch over is in sorrow, tears clogged up, no more rain provided. But despite my distrust, you do not disturb me. I don't blame those who assist the despair, or the Foundation. This was only one person's fault, and their blood has been spilt. I have no reason to be angry. No energy. Just wish the world would become what it once was. Many think the gods forsake us. I don't. Asclepius surely believes that there is good left in what you do. If he doesn't, he wants to help you regain your true purpose. I know nothing about you, Wakenaba, but I bless you with those words.
” Mm.. th’ beasts and men all come to an end; a new world to be born from th’ ashes a ruin. Ragnarök comes t’ us in this shape, an’ we’re in the belly of the beast; waiting fer th’ sun to shine an’ a new day t’ dawn. Eeeehhh— ‘M ramblin’, ignore me. I got extra cots if ya need t’ rest yer head. Only conditions are that y’ don’t freak out ‘round m’ pack an’ don’t try ta off m’ in m’ sleep. “
I suppose that is an awfully optimistic way to see it. I, myself, wish to gather the power to save the world. I can't do it by myself, but I can spark it. Spark the wand at the fuse. Cots? Of course. I don't wish to hurt anyone's kin. If one is to harm me, I simply use a binding spell. But I don't wish to intrude, and I have made it this far without rest.
’ Do not waste your tears on a sinner like me. Here, take this chalice; drink, sister! This is water that I have pulled from our lords’ rivers and taken to the fire. Drink, please drink! You look oh-so tired… ‘
Understatement, but I thank you. I have a gift for you in return, a gift that only dragons can bestow. Stay still, close your eyes. Find your center. Find the one area of earth that doesn't smell of smoke, in your mind. There is no exact way to cast magic, to feel it run through you. The codes were broken so long ago. By the dragon's light & power, on this February night and within this hour. I call to thee to give me your might, protect me and all within sight.
” Ahh? I’ve never really had any peace in my life, so I dunno if thas what I want. But, hey, maybe it’ll be better that way. Y’ lost? I know these woods like that back of m’ hand. Tell me where y’ wanna go. “
Peace brings the creatures back to life, the balance of nature, source of my powers and security. Not lost, just tired. Little to run off of, no sleep. Poor health, probably. Scared, maybe? My, I'm just. I'm just so tired of walking. I never sit, never do anything. Promised to drag this candle, lit or not, to the ends of the earth.
☩ Takenaka-san; you’re relatively close to a large despair base. Take care when you continue, lest I find your corpse in my path. A noble intent, but a large task for one person. How do you even plan to begin something like that when there are people who abhor change?
It’s fine. I have all the time in the world. ☩
Despair base? How do you know this? Are you hurt? Or, perhaps, one of them? No, I don't care. You've yet to cleave my head. You've yet to try and kill me for my words. How I plan to begin that? I abhor it, but...black magic. Black magic is the magic I need to bring the people using the world's creatures as their marionettes down. It's believed that anything negative you cast upon someone comes back to you three-fold. But if it saves the world, I'll cast every spell upon those who harm others, and I'll take the punishment gladly. I haven't seen a butterfly in a year. Wandering...wandering, but no butterflies! I'd like to see one in death. Are you sure? You seem important. I'm sorry, I haven't asked you your name, and that's rude. I think? I'm not sure, but I don't feel in danger around you.
☩ Don’t consider me an ally. I’m just passing through, same as you. There are supplies, but they’re mine, and I’m not sure I’m willing to share. I think that really is dependent on your intent, where you’re going, and your world views. And your name. ☩
Apologies. I wouldn't be willing, either, if I had been blessed by Rosmurta with such a prize. I'm...I supposed I'm an unorthodox wanderer. No one trusted me, even before the disgustingly lauded smoke took over. I'm Mao Takenaka. I've been practicing witchcraft and ritual magicks for years, followed the beliefs of Wicca. It's a lot to learn. And as for my intent? I want to enchant the world. Make the flowers grow, bring forth once again the precious colors of their petals. I miss the beautiful world we once had--children laughing, without weapons in hand. Women and men living in muted harmony, not shooting each other down. Mass suicides weren't an everyday event... I apologize again! I babble a lot, my, my. I don't wish to bother you anymore.
Cold. It's bitter cold! Wandering again. Found warm people, but not warm places. Can't find my power anymore. I'm biting my amulet, but it's not helping, and I lost my last piece of rose quartz. Beliefs are wilting. It's okay. You don't have to be scared! It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not the bad witch, Dorothy.
Today is the beginning of Imbolc, but no petals fall. No snow, either! The world's gone out of it's gourd; the soft, loving breezes left me cold inside. I've lost motivation for my Book of Shadows. Isn't it just awful? May Jupiter give me the strength I need. The moon will be full tomorrow. Maybe, I can try another protection chant. They work! The ritual magic keeps me warm and safe from the children with knives and spears. I'd cleanse my altar, but I do not possess one; I will soon. Wandering. I've been steady wandering, and I've eaten your ear off like a demon. I'm sorry for the trouble! I was just...venting. Hardly any allies. Me and the trees. Druid sign. My druid sign doesn't matter. Are there supplies nearby?
” Despair; Hope— who fuckin’ cares anymore. Everyones tryin’ t’ kill eachother an’ we’re stuck in the middle. Thank the gods th’ woods ain’t populated as the cities; or I’d have to get serious with shootin’ practice. “
I just want peace to fill these lands again. Woods are exhausting. I've traversed them for the solstice and the equinox.
’ Demonology is merely a science. I barely know any magic; magic is something I was not imbued with. I know basic chants of protection and enough exorcisms to float a boat. I took the book from my father; I stole his divinity and now I atone for my sin here in my temple. Your art is your religion; I am sure that your lords and my lords speak on good terms, and if they do not, I am certain that they will settle their differences to watch their daughters talk in harmony. My temple is home to many. Create your altar; I will guard it while you are away. Come, sister! Let us drink what water I can find from the chalice. ‘
So glad. I'm so glad. Thank you so much. I really want this world to return to where it was. People don't believe anymore, in ritual magic, in witchcraft, in the gods and goddesses who present me with this power. Traditions melt in my fingers and I'm sad about it. Water? I've hardly drank anything that wasn't my own saliva or blood in...so long. Please. As much as you can find. I don't have words for how thankful and indebted I am!
’ A-a-aaaagony ! Hehe, such a silly word. In repayment for my present to you, please promise to return to the temple and visit me. I am bound by my vow to not leave what is left of the temple until I have it rebuilt… ‘
I will chant protections of the dragon over this sacred place. You will not be harmed, as long as you believe. I will heal you, when needed. You can let this be the pivoting point for the world's return. Skyscrapers and embassies and churches will revive around this central point. It's the only way to help, the only way to fix this world--magic, rituals, the atonement of evil. I'll be here to help any way I can. I have done my wandering. Lost my brothers to the despair ranks. Sister, mass suicides. Parents to the movement, the fear. Encapturement. Let's sit and meditate, think about the lovely shrines of the past. Flowing water and falling leaves! I feel a lot safer here, like it's home. I miss my altar, you know! I used to be a kitchen witch. Never really talked about it, because people don't take that seriously. But my home was so peaceful. I kept everything sacred and only positive spirits to cling to me. If you allow me, I'd like to try and create one here. Would that interfere with your demonology?
