[Kenoma] Discussion

[lachtara]

( 🟣 - Emet, 🔵 - Ciel )

Good Evening.

There are some within our ranks who we have not had the pleasure of meeting. I am Emet-Selch. Ciel and I serve as tacticians and teachers to the Kenoma.

I function as acting counsel for devising strategies. Additionally, some of you may find yourself in possession of new magical abilities that you did not have before. I am available to assist you with honing your newfound magical skills. To those of you who find yourself injured, I can provide my magic to heal your wounds so that you may be hale and whole once more.

[ He sighs. My, is this a mouthful. ]

My name is Ciel. I am versed in martial arts and am proficient with most types of weaponry. There are various means of developing melee combat prowess across Achamoth, but if you would like personalized instructions at any level, please contact me and we’ll arrange for a schedule. I can also perform magical healing along with Father Paul.

Unfortunately, We do not have much time for pleasantries. The Pleroma will soon be at our doorstep. Their goal is to retrieve their allies who remain captive inside our walls, and our goal is to lure them deep within the Citadel where we may enact our own plans. You will be provided assignments once it is closer to the promised hour. Prepare in your own way meanwhile; The Citadel is host to all manners of weaponry and the army's training grounds.

[ It’s kept a little vague and unspecific. Though they do intend to give adequate information, there is also no question that they have had traitors in their midst as of late. Everything will be doled out with due caution. Although, there will be a silent message sent to each person asking them to respond with some information of their abilities. ]

We are at war, bloodshed is inevitable. We will be attacked soon, and we must defend our keep. Consider this communion address a formal hub for discussion and organization of the battle to come. We will begin with information sharing of the Pleroma: knowing their names, appearances, and capabilities will better prepare us in dealing with them in combat. Aions may develop new abilities at any time, however; intel from the mission in Venera and Godsblood may very well be outdated by now, so do not assume anything we go over in this address as the extent of what they can do. Anything you may have witnessed at the shrines can be helpful, including other newcomers you may have met that did not return to Achamoth..

To the third wave of newly awoken Aions, it is regrettable that we cannot welcome you better, you’ve unfortunately arrived at a tumultuous time on Horos. If this is all too much for any reason, that’s fine. Contact me privately, and we can at least arrange for you to be somewhere safe during this. To those used to wielding great power, please get some practice in and verify your new limits. Becoming an Aion may have weakened you, do not let that catch you off-guard on the battlefield.

To those who are new, introduce yourselves and ask any questions you have. We will answer your questions as best we can, and I encourage our fellow Kenoma to chime in where they may. Do try to keep your questions interesting enough to be worth reading.

Comments

[cutlery]

It is worth the effort to check, I would say. If it were not part of my being, I am uncertain of whether I would notice before an inopportune time.

[ He sighs, and the vibe of shaking his head is strong ]

Really... It is strange, more than anything else. I am not concerned about my overall capability, but it is unpleasant to know that such a portion is simply out of my grasp.

[regressor]

Does it feel very different... being immortal, and then... not?

It feels like it should.

[cutlery]

Hm... It does, but I do not know how to describe it. It felt far stranger shortly after I had emerged from the crystal, since that level of weakness is one I had never known. If you will pardon me for saying so, since I do not mean anything by it, it is what I imagine mortals must feel like, a bit.

[regressor]

Oh, no... I'm not offended.

Mortals... humans? Are very weak. I think that's just... part of the package.

[cutlery]

Very much so. It is what makes them quite interesting and unique, though.

[ It's why he likes them, in his way. If their lives weren't so fragile, they wouldn't be capable of their marvels, in his opinion. ]

It is why I enjoy- [ He catches his tense and with a small sigh, corrects it ] Well, enjoyed now, I suppose, but it is why I enjoyed visiting the human realm. My own was quite boring by comparison, I assure you.

[regressor]

Mmmm. I think a lot of philosophers say that being mortal is what makes life worth living. At least, I've heard it.

[A whole other realm, though... ?]

You lived somewhere totally different... ?

[cutlery]

At its core, yes. There is quite a bit I would add on top of that with my own quite distant viewpoint... But I can admit it becomes bloviating at a certain point.

[ which he loves to do, but, ]

Indeed I did. Normally, it would be quite secret, but as it seemingly does not exist anymore, there is little point, is there? It is a realm that humans have called by many names, and it has many stories associated with it, but I can also say most of them are little more than imagination... But calling it Hell is the simplest way to put it.

[regressor]

...

[Huh. "Hell". She can't help but think of Hell's Gate, even though that as only a name... Apparently there's no guarantee that his world was hers, no matter if the concepts were similar... But-]

I know a lot of elderly women from Sunday service who would be very vindicated right now.

[cutlery]

[ Of all the responses possible, that's a very good one, and he laughs easily. Havoc apparently has a talent for telling jokes that Sebastian loves... ]

Oh, very much so. It may differ significantly from how humans describe it, but it was quite real. There is a bit of fire and brimstone, but not as much as you would think, though. Why, I would not be surprised if it were there because we enjoy the irony, in fact.

[regressor]

[To think she would be the funny girl...]

The fire and the brimstone did feature a lot... Are there levels, too?

[cutlery]

I would call it more an apt metaphor for the phenomenon than anything else... A powerful enough demon is able to simply create, and so some created particular pockets that suit their tastes, more or less. So it is nothing so rigid as in the Inferno. [ a pause, and then, ] Well, not originally, at least. That was a popular work with our kind as well, so some inspiration was certainly taken.

[regressor]

["simply create"...]

That makes demons sound a bit like gods, in a way...

[cutlery]

It may not be an unfair comparison, though I would not make it myself...

[ He pauses as he considers how to explain it, but continues smoothly once he reorients. ]

To simply create is not divine. Practically speaking, there are limits, since I could not create life, for example. If there were a trifle I wished for, such as a feather quill, that is not so hard... But something like a telephone is beyond my ability, even normally. And that is only to create! I am bound by a great many rules, at least normally speaking. Such an existence is quite far from divine, at least by my measure.

[regressor]

The way you're talking about your capabilities... I think everyone is going to want to be beside you in battle, Mister Michaelis.

[cutlery]

Ah, I hope it is not coming off as bragging too badly...

[ He says with a sparkling icon, so, no. He loves the indirect praise. ]

But I hope that my skill and experience can be of use, certainly.

[regressor]

It's sort of the time for it, so if it is... perhaps it's best to get it our of your system.

I might have to be one of those people, after all.

[cutlery]

Perhaps so! As protecting allies is a great priority, please, do not hesitate to rely on me.

[ At least he takes his orders seriously... A small positive of being a demon ]

[regressor]

Thank you, Mister Michaelis.