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aionchat2022-05-30 07:00 pm
devilmancrybaby) wrote in aionchat2022-05-30 07:00 pm
KENOMA // voice+memory
[ This takes place the evening after the first event described in the Event Wrap Up post, the entity having withdrawn its influence from Venera.
Binghe is in a bit of a bad mood, having had to haul Makoto's unconscious body out of the street when he would have preferred to drop him in the ocean, and as things are currently he can't really be bothered to pretend that he's not. There's some attempt to be polite, but mostly he sounds kind of tired and cranky. ]
My apologies for the interruption. I am Luo Binghe. No doubt many of you have heard at least a little of what has happened lately in Venera. I was there for the event at the heart of it, so I thought perhaps it would be of some use to share a few of the details.
I am sure it will not come as any great shock to learn it seems to have been the fault of that dog Estinien Wyrmblood. The spirit that seems to have been responsible for what has been happening was so angered by his death that it appeared to smite anyone who tried to keep it from... I don't know, I think it wanted his shard. I don't know what it would have done with it. Kept him as a pet, perhaps, in one of its illusions.
If I am honest, whatever this thing was it seemed rather simple, like the ghost of a child, but it clearly possessed immense power. The Aions of Pleroma who were there, their unconvincing promises about—taking care of him in its stead, that kind of thing. That was enough to convince it to retreat.
I think it did something to them, though. I'll show you.
[ He shares his memory of this moment, when the mass of wings demanded that those gathered keep their promise, grasping onto those closest to it with its ethereal hands.
The image fades and Binghe's voice resumes: ]
So the problem has been solved, but only temporarily. The spirit was not destroyed, and it seems if these Aions fail to fulfil its whims it may return with something worse. It might not be so easy to persuade next time.
Binghe is in a bit of a bad mood, having had to haul Makoto's unconscious body out of the street when he would have preferred to drop him in the ocean, and as things are currently he can't really be bothered to pretend that he's not. There's some attempt to be polite, but mostly he sounds kind of tired and cranky. ]
My apologies for the interruption. I am Luo Binghe. No doubt many of you have heard at least a little of what has happened lately in Venera. I was there for the event at the heart of it, so I thought perhaps it would be of some use to share a few of the details.
I am sure it will not come as any great shock to learn it seems to have been the fault of that dog Estinien Wyrmblood. The spirit that seems to have been responsible for what has been happening was so angered by his death that it appeared to smite anyone who tried to keep it from... I don't know, I think it wanted his shard. I don't know what it would have done with it. Kept him as a pet, perhaps, in one of its illusions.
If I am honest, whatever this thing was it seemed rather simple, like the ghost of a child, but it clearly possessed immense power. The Aions of Pleroma who were there, their unconvincing promises about—taking care of him in its stead, that kind of thing. That was enough to convince it to retreat.
I think it did something to them, though. I'll show you.
[ He shares his memory of this moment, when the mass of wings demanded that those gathered keep their promise, grasping onto those closest to it with its ethereal hands.
The image fades and Binghe's voice resumes: ]
So the problem has been solved, but only temporarily. The spirit was not destroyed, and it seems if these Aions fail to fulfil its whims it may return with something worse. It might not be so easy to persuade next time.
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[ There is something of a verbal shrug in response. ]
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There is nothing in the act itself that would provide you with anything you don't already know.
After that, the entity appeared, which I believe all of you already saw from your own perspectives. It was upset. I called out to it, angry at the creature that had caused me a great deal of pain in those few days I was in Venera. It attacked me, and I fell unconscious.
What else do you need to know, which my memories would inform but my words can't? ( the rest, to him, is just a morbid invasion of his privacy. )
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[ Oh, that's not to say the words weren't goading in their own way. They were definitely purposeful. ]
I ask to see for clarity, not because I take pleasure in what I see there. With that said, I what additional details you have provided.
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Mr. Emet-Selch, please. We are both above this.
( he's lived among demons. he knows that what someone says is simply the very surface, and that one has to plunge their hands into the matter of another's intentions to truly get at the heart of it. to remain stubbornly reticent about this would only be digging his own grave among his "allies." )
My memories are my own, and that is all. But if you or anyone else have questions within reason, I will answer.
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Very well. Your memories are your own.
It seems you came across the Dragoon while he was already injured and suffering from the affliction. Do you have any inclinations on what happened prior?
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I knew it was him, and I suspected he was injured because of the timbre of his roar. It felt similar to what I felt from him when he was fighting off the Kenoma in the Throne Room. I don't know how he ended up in that state, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from taking advantage of an opportunity.
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That is all the questions I have for now. My thanks for your answering them.