KENOMA // voice+memory

[devilmancrybaby]

[ This takes place the evening after the first event described in the Event Wrap Up post, the entity having withdrawn its influence from Venera.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.

Comments

[gravings]

[ Gray is thoroughly tired of special regard... but she understands that her esteem as an Aion is the same as the esteem of her Aion peers. If she has to act the part of a dignified idol for their sake, then she will. ]

... Okay.

[ She can't quite keep the weariness out of that thought, but she'll do her best. ]

Were you an important person in your homeworld too, Mr. Emet-Selch?

[lachtara]

I was, yes.

[ No point in trying to dull that point with humility. ]

Which counts for naught here, other than providing me with a keen understanding of the responsibility we have.

[gravings]

[ She thought so. Only people who have lived with power are conscious of it on a such a complete level, moderating its health in not just themselves, but in the people incidental to them. It's politics in a softer form, but politics either way. ]

I think that still counts for something. But, um, either way... thank you for looking after me.

[ Even if he was just asking if she was settled in. That's more consideration than she was expecting. ]

[lachtara]

Indeed.

[ He quietly leaves it at that, and let’s the link between them cease. ]