wearing our vintage misery no i think it looked a little better on me
[attr="class","pcscroll"]He didn't know what he'd been expecting, becoming Seer. It had always been something of a fluid position, flexible, not really set in stone, and that was alright, he'd known from the beginning that there wasn't a lot to know. Still, it was a respected position, and he'd expected it to mean something in the way he lived his daily life. He wasn't dumb enough to hope for recognition, and he'd alienated his clanmates too many times to expect their instant respect, but he'd wanted... something. Anything. Acknowledgement, the occasional nod, for people to stop hiding their children and pointedly looking away when he walked through, but nothing. Things went on the way they always had, with the addition of the occasional migraine and far too many interactions with his leader for his comfort. So he got an awesome job as someone important, and wound up being the same old isolated crafter, the worst of both worlds. Wonderful.
Alright, so maybe he'd been a bit bitter, at first. Wasn't like it was anything new- okay, getting his hopes up was, but there was a certain stubborn warrior to blame for that. He was used to bitter and alone, that was par for the course for Lunarisclan's resident mind-controller, by now he wore it like a safety blanket. It was the disappointment that was new, the strange feeling of having his hopes crushed when he'd never dared to have hopes before. But that was fine, too, it would serve him well in the dark times to come. Because dark times were coming. He'd seen it at the last clan meeting- sure, he'd been one to stir up a lot of those fears, but they were there in the crowd in the first place, he knew it. The clans were restless, all omens pointed to death, and though he hadn't gotten anything definitive yet he had the strange sense of foreboding that said things were going to go to hell, and soon. It might not be bad to have a little anger on tap to unleash on their enemies, then, and so he was content to let it fester.
But, well, even the heartless Akira worried. That was what found him perched on the plateau before dawn, mindlessly sharpening a sword as he cast his gaze out over Lunarisclan territory. So maybe he was a little paranoid- he was a psychic, it came with the job description- but things hadn't felt right for a while, now, and the bustle of camp only made it worse. It was better up here, where he could watch his clanmates without feeling the press of their minds against his or the burn of their gazes into his back. Besides, he'd woken up with the first hints of a migraine, and though it could just be a headache it might be another of those blasted visions, in which case he wanted to be alone when it hit. But, well, when had things ever gone according to Akira's plan? He was deeply mired in his dark thoughts, enough so that he was oblivious to the world, unaware of anyone that might attempt to approach him. Surely no clanmate of his would dare do such a thing, anyway, right?
The day had been weary, something just seemed a little off. DaiFuyu's orb kept pulsing, vibrating almost, but nothing came of it. As though it were telling her something, but not through the orb, maybe through something else? The leader sighed, wandering around her beloved clan members, each and every single one was absolutely precious to her and she would do all in her power to protect them.
At the corner of her eyes, the leader spotted the typical loner, Akira. What would she do with him? He always isolated himself from others, immersed in his work and seemed to pay no mind to others... and vice versa. It was as if there was a tear that only KiraSune could breach. Speaking of her, she hadn't seen that girl in a little while.
Choosing to speak to her crafter, the leader appeared behind him in silence, observing his work. "Akira." She spoke, voice gentle enough to not startle. "Alone as usual I see. I have not seen Kira in a while, have you seen her? I am aware you know of her... condition though without her permission I believe." DaiFuyu still remembered the day KiraSune appeared in her tent, pale faced and sweating despite the cool temperatures. It only took a few moments of shivering babbles to understand that Akira had found out about something she wanted to keep to herself. She knew the two had gotten a little closer, at least closer than anyone had been willing to get to Akira overall. "I hope her condition improved after that incidient."
Her mind wandered towards her orb and the pulsations she'd been feeling all day. "Have you anything to report? Any foretellings? My orb has been pulsating all day yet it tells me nothing." An idea crossed her mind, she never let anyone do this as this was sacred but maybe that's what it was telling her. It was agitated, furious and wanted to express itself to the point where it's metaphorically thundering in her hand but maybe it was not meant to speak to her. "Then again, perhaps it is not I it wants to speak to. Here. Hold this." She ordered, leaving no room for discussions or retorts. The orb was extended towards him.
NOTES: OMG SO SORRY I DIDN'T SEE THIS. BUSY WITH STUFF... SRY BB
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wearing our vintage misery no i think it looked a little better on me
[attr="class","pcscroll"]He didn't really understand what the Goddess seemed to have against him, but he knew now more than ever that resisting was of no use. Honestly, almost anyone else would have been ecstatic to be the 'chosen one' or whatever this was; all he got from it was pain and trouble, honestly, since when had he been one to take one for the team? This helping others shtick really wasn't in his nature, too bad he had absolutely no choice in the matter. Stupid traditions. So all in all, when his leader appeared he was less startled or angry and more plain old resigned. It was funny, how such a sweet, calm voice could speak words so judgmental- alone as usual, indeed, he could practically feel the disapproval. Hmph.
But his head throbbed slightly even as he thought it and he curled in on himself ever so slightly, lacking the bite to snap at her right now."No." It sounded grumpy, maybe, but nothing compared to the usual Akira; he was just glad that his leader had no powers similar to his, as otherwise it would have been impossible to mask how he perked up a bit at the mention of the warrior's name. As it was, he did a decent job hiding it, though he had the nagging feeling that his leader knew anyway, she was strange like that. "Yeah, whatever." He tried to go for nonchalance, but feared he may have missed it- did he sound sulky? He didn't sulk, especially over some girl, surely Kitsuna knew that much about him by now. Hopefully. Maybe. Ugh, these feeling things sure were a hassle, things had been so much simpler before he started developing them.
As in control as he was, though, he couldn't quite hide the flinch as she asked about the Seer things. His previously neutral expression morphed into a frown and he opened his mouth to reply- but she cut him off with a quick idea before thrusting the orb at him. What? No, okay, that was a bad idea, did she literally have no idea who he was, the rest of the clan would throw a fit- she all but forced the thing into his hands, and something beyond him made him take it, clutching the sacred orb tightly in both hands. And, oh. He closed his eyes tightly against the sensation, but even through his eyelids he could see the object glow an angry red. Now, his Visions were never anything clear. They weren't actual images, there were no voices or words or anything actually useful, just... feelings, images and emotions and sensory inputs that no one but a psychic could likely make any sense of. But this... even for him, this was a hell of an experience.
He fumbled the orb, forcing it back toward his leader with a snarl as he stumbled backward slightly. He didn't, he couldn't- red and fire and blood and death- he sat down hard, hanging his head between his knees and gasping desperately for air. It was the scent of fresh water and the taste of copper and the burn of the sun against his skin, and fear and pain and wrong wrong wrong, and it was already starting to pass but he didn't want to come back to himself, content to sit there breathing, shuddering nearly imperceptibly. Well, damn. "L-lea... DaiFu- oh, ugh, G-goddess." The Seer whined, high pitched and miserable, before jerking his head up to stare at her, eyes wide and horrified. "That isn't... I... Shit. We need, we need to-" But he didn't know, he didn't know what it meant, he was scared and hurt and why him? His powers flared out, grasping at the edge of DaiFuyu's mind, knowing very well that he'd never be able to crack her but needing the reassurance of her steady presence before he started hyperventilating.
DaiFuyu expected more of a resistance but luckily he accepted the orb with a clear grumble. She waited several moments, carefully watching his expression before he managed to thrust the orb back into her hands, it was now pulsing a blood red and it was hot, not hot enough to burn but rather warm. Interesting. Her brows knitted together at his expression and composure though, he was usually so reserved.
Soft and careful hands set on his shoulders, eyes intensely staring into his, "What, did you see?" She asked, firmly, no place for joking in her voice. "We need to what?"
DaiFuyu wondered if he simply had a trouble telling her about it, should she find KiraSune and bring her over? After a few moments of silence, other than his hyperventalating sounds, DaiFuyu figured a comfortable presence was needed here. "KiraSune." She announced, eyes staring at a nearby hunter, "Find her, now. Bring her to me, to him." The clan leader's orb reverted back to its original calm blue color."Unless you do not want to bring her here. A close friend or maybe something more, usually helps during hyperventalations. Your choice." Droplets of water, evaporated and drifted towards him, providing moisture and coolness around his face. He needed it. Where in the world was that girl?
NOTES: SORRY, I'M FREE NOW THOUGH. MUSE KINDA DRIFTED AWAY
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