Dance with the Storm

PB: Hello Skye!

PB: I know that it has been a little bit since we talked, but I was wondering if you were able to meet up?

PB: I found a new friend. She also is connected to the storm, and seemed to want to meet you.

PB: She has been here but a few days, and I immediately knew you would be the perfect person to help her get adjusted.

PB: Would that be OK? You can tell me if not, that is fine as well.

[ Haylee stared at the text from Pickle Boy. Aka, Kendo. .. Wanting to talk to her ? Really ? Now out of all times ? ]

…Do I say no ? Would that be rude ?

[ You need a friend, Haylee. Kendo is a good one. And this new girl connected to the Storm… perhaps she knows the Storm King ? Maybe she could even see her dad again ! ]

[ Haylee responded quickly, reading over her text again and again. Making sure she worded everything right. ]

Sure !

Always happy to help people out. You know me, Stormbeast is always craving some sort of reason to help people on this Island. It would be a great way to keep me busy !

Perhaps me and this mysterious girl are connected, who knows.

*A few moments later, Haylee arrived, and Kendo jumped up to wave her over to their table.*

Skye! Greetings!

*He passed her the beverage he had gotten for her.*

Here you are-- I took the liberty of requesting your usual. I suppose the employees already knew you by name!

*Sitting back down, he gestured to Corascana.*

Well, he had promised that she could meet this other Stormborn. She could endure this.

At least that was her thought until she actually saw the girl called Skye. Her master's watchful attention clawed at the back of her eyes. She could hear him calling for the girl.

Only one person could have sparked this reaction.

Corascana dropped to one knee, head bowed. -

[ Haylee softly smiled, nodding at the storm woman. ]

Oh, please. Just call me Haylee !

[ The storm woman was gorgeous. Hey, Haylee had hair like that before she bleached it ! She was more reassured that this was the right choice after all. She was destined to meet this woman. Whatever it takes to see her dear ol’ dad again. ]

[ Haylee looked at Kendo, and smiled at him as well. ]

Of course! It is rather cool that your father is an elemental monarch..

*He gave a small chuckle.*

I suppose that means we're a pair of royals, then... we should have secret handshake or something...

*He felt this was significant somehow, but he didn't know enough about being a prince to have any other ideas.*

I mean, .. yeah sure, we can have a secret handshake! Just us two royals against the world!

[ Haylee was determined even more at the mention of her father. He was always there for her. He was a misunderstood creature. At least to Haylee, he was. ]

- Corascana stood, but kept her head down. It was only proper.

Her mind, however, was being flayed alive. The King's desperation was shredding her as though he could crawl through her body and get to Haylee. -

Y-your father wishes to speak with you, and to have you visit if possible. He misses you.

Yeah, I’d love to visit him ! I miss him dearly. He’s always been a bundle of sunshine and sweetness, even in the dark.

[ That’s putting it lightly. ]

[ In the history books, The Storm King was ancient. This mythical tyrannical beast. Was it from a broken heart ? The urge to protect the only thing he had left ?? The books never documented a mention of a princess, or a potential queen. Only how violent the beast is. They never knew the real story. The only ones who truly did, were Haylee & Umbra. …Maybe those books could be corrected someday, who knows. Maybe Haylee could arrange that if she had time. If people wanted the story right, they better get it right the first time. ]

*He could see it in little things. Her eyes were straining, the lids twitching. Her hands were unconsciously flexing, like they were trying to escape. And it had happened shortly after she had seen Haylee, someone clearly important to her master.*

*That meant she was, on some level, fighting the Storm King's control. That she had her own will, fighting back, wanting to live. He had hunted demons for a living, and been forced to mercy kill many possessed humans. This... this was no different.*

*And yet... Charlotte's case had shown him there was another way. He was not nearly strong enough to fight the Storm King... and he doubted that he knew anyone with enough power to exorcise him from Corascana. But he didn't have to kill her to save her, either. If he could find that thread of humanity, and tug it just enough, her true spirit could recognize the lifeline and ride it back to the surface again.*

*But to overtake the body of a normal human and destroy their soul like this, the Storm King had to be evil. Full stop. Beings of that power didn't harm to that extent purposefully if they were good. But Haylee clearly cared about him, and she was his friend. He could not voice any of this now. But maybe she would be able to be a voice of reason for her father whenever he found a way to help Corascana return to the surface of her mind...*

*But he let none of that show in his face. It only came through his eyes, so he closed them and grinned broadly.*

You should certainly see if you are able to meet with your father again! It sounds like he really does care for you.

*Now for a little trick he had found to ward off possession...*

By the way, Corascana... how does that hot chocolate taste? I can assure you that it is very nice and soothing!

*Chocolate... it had many uses, both physical and mystical. Charlotte had told him once that it was an aphrodisiac, which he hadn't understood until he had read that book mother had provided for him. But it also had potent affects on the brain, specifically in soothing it. Most supernatural beings were also unaware that it dulled the claws of possession slightly. They would not notice, but their victim's mind certainly did.*

*The old tales told him that early demonic possession could be averted completely if sweet chocolate was consumed immediately, and he had seen it work a few times. It could do nothing to remove advanced possession... but it could ease the mental pain.*

My Lord feels pride for you, and for what you have made of yourself here, though he is angry that the Point has stolen you from home. He will wait for your visit, and sends you his affection.

- The clawing feeling lessened now that her master's message was delivered, and Corascana opened her eyes again, relieved that he was satisfied with her service.

Oh... But now she was being addressed. Her gaze flickered in confusion between the boy speaking to her and the now half-drunk cup of hot chocolate he had insisted she have.

... Was she supposed to have an opinion on that? It had been sweet, and felt... soothing? Yes, that was the word. It had a calming effect, while also making her feel surprisingly warm. How would a human describe this?... -

PB: Hello Skye!

PB: I know that it has been a little bit since we talked, but I was wondering if you were able to meet up?

PB: I found a new friend. She also is connected to the storm, and seemed to want to meet you.

PB: She has been here but a few days, and I immediately knew you would be the perfect person to help her get adjusted.

PB: Would that be OK? You can tell me if not, that is fine as well.

[ Haylee stared at the text from Pickle Boy. Aka, Kendo. .. Wanting to talk to her ? Really ? Now out of all times ? ]

…Do I say no ? Would that be rude ?

[ You need a friend, Haylee. Kendo is a good one. And this new girl connected to the Storm… perhaps she knows the Storm King ? Maybe she could even see her dad again ! ]

[ Haylee responded quickly, reading over her text again and again. Making sure she worded everything right. ]

Sure !

Always happy to help people out. You know me, Stormbeast is always craving some sort of reason to help people on this Island. It would be a great way to keep me busy !

Perhaps me and this mysterious girl are connected, who knows.

*A few moments later, Haylee arrived, and Kendo jumped up to wave her over to their table.*

Skye! Greetings!

*He passed her the beverage he had gotten for her.*

Here you are-- I took the liberty of requesting your usual. I suppose the employees already knew you by name!

*Sitting back down, he gestured to Corascana.*

Well, he had promised that she could meet this other Stormborn. She could endure this.

At least that was her thought until she actually saw the girl called Skye. Her master's watchful attention clawed at the back of her eyes. She could hear him calling for the girl.

Only one person could have sparked this reaction.

Corascana dropped to one knee, head bowed. -

[ Haylee softly smiled, nodding at the storm woman. ]

Oh, please. Just call me Haylee !

[ The storm woman was gorgeous. Hey, Haylee had hair like that before she bleached it ! She was more reassured that this was the right choice after all. She was destined to meet this woman. Whatever it takes to see her dear ol’ dad again. ]

[ Haylee looked at Kendo, and smiled at him as well. ]

Of course! It is rather cool that your father is an elemental monarch..

*He gave a small chuckle.*

I suppose that means we're a pair of royals, then... we should have secret handshake or something...

*He felt this was significant somehow, but he didn't know enough about being a prince to have any other ideas.*

I mean, .. yeah sure, we can have a secret handshake! Just us two royals against the world!

[ Haylee was determined even more at the mention of her father. He was always there for her. He was a misunderstood creature. At least to Haylee, he was. ]

- Corascana stood, but kept her head down. It was only proper.

Her mind, however, was being flayed alive. The King's desperation was shredding her as though he could crawl through her body and get to Haylee. -

Y-your father wishes to speak with you, and to have you visit if possible. He misses you.

PB: Hello Skye!

PB: I know that it has been a little bit since we talked, but I was wondering if you were able to meet up?

PB: I found a new friend. She also is connected to the storm, and seemed to want to meet you.

PB: She has been here but a few days, and I immediately knew you would be the perfect person to help her get adjusted.

PB: Would that be OK? You can tell me if not, that is fine as well.

[ Haylee stared at the text from Pickle Boy. Aka, Kendo. .. Wanting to talk to her ? Really ? Now out of all times ? ]

…Do I say no ? Would that be rude ?

[ You need a friend, Haylee. Kendo is a good one. And this new girl connected to the Storm… perhaps she knows the Storm King ? Maybe she could even see her dad again ! ]

[ Haylee responded quickly, reading over her text again and again. Making sure she worded everything right. ]

Sure !

Always happy to help people out. You know me, Stormbeast is always craving some sort of reason to help people on this Island. It would be a great way to keep me busy !

Perhaps me and this mysterious girl are connected, who knows.

*A few moments later, Haylee arrived, and Kendo jumped up to wave her over to their table.*

Skye! Greetings!

*He passed her the beverage he had gotten for her.*

Here you are-- I took the liberty of requesting your usual. I suppose the employees already knew you by name!

*Sitting back down, he gestured to Corascana.*

Well, he had promised that she could meet this other Stormborn. She could endure this.

At least that was her thought until she actually saw the girl called Skye. Her master's watchful attention clawed at the back of her eyes. She could hear him calling for the girl.

Only one person could have sparked this reaction.

Corascana dropped to one knee, head bowed. -

*Kinda.*

*Still, the daggers were pulling him in a specific direction every time, like they were homing in on a location. After one jump too many, he stumbled up from a formerly tranquil pond, slightly wet and a bit disoriented.*

*When he looked around to gather his surroundings, he noticed a young woman staring at him, with purple skin that crackled like lightning.*

*He didn't blame her for staring, he had just appeared out of a pond from nowhere, but it seemed rude to not acknowledge her presence.*

Um... greetings! Apologies if I startled you, I was just--

*He gestured behind him with the daggers, then realized he didn't really have a good explanation for what had just happened.*

Actually, I cannot explain what just happened. It is a bit confusing to me, as well.

- Corascana was fascinated. Was it normal for boys to appear from ponds here?

She observed the young man curiously. He was a swordsman, and his jacket had dragons on the sleeves. More interesting, however, were the blades he carried. Pieces of the Zero Point... and he was using them as swords?

A blink, a flash of light barely slow enough to be seen, a cracking sound, and in the soft roll of thunder Corascana appeared directly in front of the boy, peering at his face. -

Ah! Sorry, I am unused to people just... zippping over to me that quickly!

*Scratching his head, he considered how to best respond. This girl radiated a dangerous aura, but she did not at all seem hostile. She seemed more curious than anything else.*

A-and I am neither of the things you mentioned... though I would like to be a hero. I am simply Kendo.

*No need to mention that he wasn't sure if he was technically bending anything to his will. The rifts seemed to have dragged him to this spot on the island of their own accord.*

Pointing at the sheathed daggers, Corascana pressed her question. -

Those blades. They are formed of Reality's Core. How is it that you are deemed worthy to wield them if you are not a person of power?

- She tilted her head. -

Kendo.

...

*Unusually for a possessed being, however, Corascana seemed non hostile... at the moment. He would ha e to prob for more information when he could.*

*As for the daggers...*

Well, Lady Corascana--

*An extreme dose of politeness wouldn't hurt here--*

That is a bit of a long story. To tell it short, I was called upon to make these in order to defend my home. I did not know what the material was when I crafted them, only that it was supernatural in some way.

*He could still remember the feeling... His only experience "creating" had been crude masks he had attempted to make under his grandfather's tutelage. The blades, however, had come together under his hands like they were meant to exist. He really needed to remember to ask mother if she could help him try metalworking again...*

The one who told me to make them was played false by a man of uncertain intentions. A mask maker named Daigo. He used them for a time, in an attempt to defeat a great evil. He failed, and before his death, he passed them onto me.

The great evil he sought to fight was defeated, with the aid of many. I personally did not deal the final blow. But it has been some months since then, and they have not left nor been taken from my possession...

*He pulled one out and looked at it. The exact mirror of it's twin. It almost seemed to pulse warmly in his hand.*

So I shall keep them, until they are needed once more.

*He looked up and Corascana, trying to figure out what the curious expression on her face was.*

- Interesting. His naivety almost matched his humility. He was unaware of his own potential.

The boy was connected to those blades. Connected to the heart of all existence. What would he do with that power if he learned he held it?

What a fascinating human. Her master was beginning to take an interest. -

They are pieces broken from what the Voyager seeks to reassemble. Without them, it will be incomplete.

- At his question, Corascana's eyes became distant, and she looked curiously at the illuminated cracks in her arm. -

Maybe... whatever the case, I shall do what I can to make good use of them, to defend the innocent and defeat evil.

*That bit about Voyager not being able to complete his plan without THESE pieces was news to him, however. He'd have to ask Jones about that.*

You speak on behalf of the storm? As in, the storm whose closing resets the loop? How curious! I was unaware that the storm was sentient!

*He bounced a bit on his feet. This was interesting!*

In the back of her head Corascana heard her master laughing, but she didn't find it funny. Rather, she seemed to regard Kendo almost with pity. A naive tragedy in the making. He would likely throw his life away chasing some cheap usurper who thought they could wrest control of this place from its true master.

Foolish idealism. Just like the survivors of the world she came from...

The barrage of questions broke her thoughts, and Corascana recoiled, flashing a few feet backwards. -

King? Is he similar to the Ice King? I did not know the storm had a master wielder as well! I was told that it naturally occurs when the Zero Point exists in a reality.

*If she was one with the storm, then that answered a few other questions. Still, he could tell that she was looking a tad overwhelmed, so he reigned in his curiosity, and bowed in apology.*

Forgive me, I did not mean to barrage you with two many questions.

... You do not seem like you have been here long. After all, the news about what happened with the Oni is already old, and that mask maker's actions are well known, so you must have arrived within the last half year.

- Corascana flicked her sparking hair disdainfully, though she relented at his apology.

The boy didn't seem to be fully cognizant of the various powers at play in this place. Or even of his own standing among them.

He would be interesting to watch. -

It is good that you do not stand with the Voyager. As an enemy of existence itself, he is truly the purest form of evil, even if he is a puppet.

*He brightened.*

If you only arrived days ago, then... would you like to be friends? I can show you around, introduce you to some other people. I actually know someone else who has the power of the storm within her as well! Maybe your powers are even related!

*He stuck out his hand for a handshake.*

- He would attempt to take over the Island and he would fail, like all the others.

Except for one, though he had lived in relative harmony with her master... But even he had fallen.

Corascana eyed the boy's extended hand, wondering what exactly she was supposed to do with it. -

Friends?... And what would you benefit from such an alliance?

- She narrowed her eyes slightly. -

I... would gain a new friend? I do not understand your question. If you really do not want to, that is okay, as I said...

*He still couldn't quite hide his disappointment at the prospect, though.*

*Oh! A question about one of his other friends! That he could answer.*

- How bizarre. Friendship for friendship's own sake? Such an arrangement provided no calculable benefit. In the Storm, all were connected.

Outside the Storm, was this how humans survived?

Something flickered in Corascana's eyes, there and just as quickly gone and forgotten.

More important was this other that carried the Storm's power. Skye... -

*Kinda.*

*Still, the daggers were pulling him in a specific direction every time, like they were homing in on a location. After one jump too many, he stumbled up from a formerly tranquil pond, slightly wet and a bit disoriented.*

*When he looked around to gather his surroundings, he noticed a young woman staring at him, with purple skin that crackled like lightning.*

*He didn't blame her for staring, he had just appeared out of a pond from nowhere, but it seemed rude to not acknowledge her presence.*

Um... greetings! Apologies if I startled you, I was just--

*He gestured behind him with the daggers, then realized he didn't really have a good explanation for what had just happened.*

Actually, I cannot explain what just happened. It is a bit confusing to me, as well.

- Corascana was fascinated. Was it normal for boys to appear from ponds here?

She observed the young man curiously. He was a swordsman, and his jacket had dragons on the sleeves. More interesting, however, were the blades he carried. Pieces of the Zero Point... and he was using them as swords?

A blink, a flash of light barely slow enough to be seen, a cracking sound, and in the soft roll of thunder Corascana appeared directly in front of the boy, peering at his face. -

Ah! Sorry, I am unused to people just... zippping over to me that quickly!

*Scratching his head, he considered how to best respond. This girl radiated a dangerous aura, but she did not at all seem hostile. She seemed more curious than anything else.*

A-and I am neither of the things you mentioned... though I would like to be a hero. I am simply Kendo.

*No need to mention that he wasn't sure if he was technically bending anything to his will. The rifts seemed to have dragged him to this spot on the island of their own accord.*

Pointing at the sheathed daggers, Corascana pressed her question. -

Those blades. They are formed of Reality's Core. How is it that you are deemed worthy to wield them if you are not a person of power?

- She tilted her head. -

Kendo.

...

*Unusually for a possessed being, however, Corascana seemed non hostile... at the moment. He would ha e to prob for more information when he could.*

*As for the daggers...*

Well, Lady Corascana--

*An extreme dose of politeness wouldn't hurt here--*

That is a bit of a long story. To tell it short, I was called upon to make these in order to defend my home. I did not know what the material was when I crafted them, only that it was supernatural in some way.

*He could still remember the feeling... His only experience "creating" had been crude masks he had attempted to make under his grandfather's tutelage. The blades, however, had come together under his hands like they were meant to exist. He really needed to remember to ask mother if she could help him try metalworking again...*

The one who told me to make them was played false by a man of uncertain intentions. A mask maker named Daigo. He used them for a time, in an attempt to defeat a great evil. He failed, and before his death, he passed them onto me.

The great evil he sought to fight was defeated, with the aid of many. I personally did not deal the final blow. But it has been some months since then, and they have not left nor been taken from my possession...

*He pulled one out and looked at it. The exact mirror of it's twin. It almost seemed to pulse warmly in his hand.*

So I shall keep them, until they are needed once more.

*He looked up and Corascana, trying to figure out what the curious expression on her face was.*

- Interesting. His naivety almost matched his humility. He was unaware of his own potential.

The boy was connected to those blades. Connected to the heart of all existence. What would he do with that power if he learned he held it?

What a fascinating human. Her master was beginning to take an interest. -

They are pieces broken from what the Voyager seeks to reassemble. Without them, it will be incomplete.

- At his question, Corascana's eyes became distant, and she looked curiously at the illuminated cracks in her arm. -

Maybe... whatever the case, I shall do what I can to make good use of them, to defend the innocent and defeat evil.

*That bit about Voyager not being able to complete his plan without THESE pieces was news to him, however. He'd have to ask Jones about that.*

You speak on behalf of the storm? As in, the storm whose closing resets the loop? How curious! I was unaware that the storm was sentient!

*He bounced a bit on his feet. This was interesting!*

In the back of her head Corascana heard her master laughing, but she didn't find it funny. Rather, she seemed to regard Kendo almost with pity. A naive tragedy in the making. He would likely throw his life away chasing some cheap usurper who thought they could wrest control of this place from its true master.

Foolish idealism. Just like the survivors of the world she came from...

The barrage of questions broke her thoughts, and Corascana recoiled, flashing a few feet backwards. -

King? Is he similar to the Ice King? I did not know the storm had a master wielder as well! I was told that it naturally occurs when the Zero Point exists in a reality.

*If she was one with the storm, then that answered a few other questions. Still, he could tell that she was looking a tad overwhelmed, so he reigned in his curiosity, and bowed in apology.*

Forgive me, I did not mean to barrage you with two many questions.

... You do not seem like you have been here long. After all, the news about what happened with the Oni is already old, and that mask maker's actions are well known, so you must have arrived within the last half year.

- Corascana flicked her sparking hair disdainfully, though she relented at his apology.

The boy didn't seem to be fully cognizant of the various powers at play in this place. Or even of his own standing among them.

He would be interesting to watch. -

It is good that you do not stand with the Voyager. As an enemy of existence itself, he is truly the purest form of evil, even if he is a puppet.

*He brightened.*

If you only arrived days ago, then... would you like to be friends? I can show you around, introduce you to some other people. I actually know someone else who has the power of the storm within her as well! Maybe your powers are even related!

*He stuck out his hand for a handshake.*

- He would attempt to take over the Island and he would fail, like all the others.

Except for one, though he had lived in relative harmony with her master... But even he had fallen.

Corascana eyed the boy's extended hand, wondering what exactly she was supposed to do with it. -

Friends?... And what would you benefit from such an alliance?

- She narrowed her eyes slightly. -

*Kinda.*

*Still, the daggers were pulling him in a specific direction every time, like they were homing in on a location. After one jump too many, he stumbled up from a formerly tranquil pond, slightly wet and a bit disoriented.*

*When he looked around to gather his surroundings, he noticed a young woman staring at him, with purple skin that crackled like lightning.*

*He didn't blame her for staring, he had just appeared out of a pond from nowhere, but it seemed rude to not acknowledge her presence.*

Um... greetings! Apologies if I startled you, I was just--

*He gestured behind him with the daggers, then realized he didn't really have a good explanation for what had just happened.*

Actually, I cannot explain what just happened. It is a bit confusing to me, as well.

- Corascana was fascinated. Was it normal for boys to appear from ponds here?

She observed the young man curiously. He was a swordsman, and his jacket had dragons on the sleeves. More interesting, however, were the blades he carried. Pieces of the Zero Point... and he was using them as swords?

A blink, a flash of light barely slow enough to be seen, a cracking sound, and in the soft roll of thunder Corascana appeared directly in front of the boy, peering at his face. -

Ah! Sorry, I am unused to people just... zippping over to me that quickly!

*Scratching his head, he considered how to best respond. This girl radiated a dangerous aura, but she did not at all seem hostile. She seemed more curious than anything else.*

A-and I am neither of the things you mentioned... though I would like to be a hero. I am simply Kendo.

*No need to mention that he wasn't sure if he was technically bending anything to his will. The rifts seemed to have dragged him to this spot on the island of their own accord.*

Pointing at the sheathed daggers, Corascana pressed her question. -

Those blades. They are formed of Reality's Core. How is it that you are deemed worthy to wield them if you are not a person of power?

- She tilted her head. -

Kendo.

...

*Unusually for a possessed being, however, Corascana seemed non hostile... at the moment. He would ha e to prob for more information when he could.*

*As for the daggers...*

Well, Lady Corascana--

*An extreme dose of politeness wouldn't hurt here--*

That is a bit of a long story. To tell it short, I was called upon to make these in order to defend my home. I did not know what the material was when I crafted them, only that it was supernatural in some way.

*He could still remember the feeling... His only experience "creating" had been crude masks he had attempted to make under his grandfather's tutelage. The blades, however, had come together under his hands like they were meant to exist. He really needed to remember to ask mother if she could help him try metalworking again...*

The one who told me to make them was played false by a man of uncertain intentions. A mask maker named Daigo. He used them for a time, in an attempt to defeat a great evil. He failed, and before his death, he passed them onto me.

The great evil he sought to fight was defeated, with the aid of many. I personally did not deal the final blow. But it has been some months since then, and they have not left nor been taken from my possession...

*He pulled one out and looked at it. The exact mirror of it's twin. It almost seemed to pulse warmly in his hand.*

So I shall keep them, until they are needed once more.

*He looked up and Corascana, trying to figure out what the curious expression on her face was.*

- Interesting. His naivety almost matched his humility. He was unaware of his own potential.

The boy was connected to those blades. Connected to the heart of all existence. What would he do with that power if he learned he held it?

What a fascinating human. Her master was beginning to take an interest. -

They are pieces broken from what the Voyager seeks to reassemble. Without them, it will be incomplete.

- At his question, Corascana's eyes became distant, and she looked curiously at the illuminated cracks in her arm. -

Maybe... whatever the case, I shall do what I can to make good use of them, to defend the innocent and defeat evil.

*That bit about Voyager not being able to complete his plan without THESE pieces was news to him, however. He'd have to ask Jones about that.*

You speak on behalf of the storm? As in, the storm whose closing resets the loop? How curious! I was unaware that the storm was sentient!

*He bounced a bit on his feet. This was interesting!*

In the back of her head Corascana heard her master laughing, but she didn't find it funny. Rather, she seemed to regard Kendo almost with pity. A naive tragedy in the making. He would likely throw his life away chasing some cheap usurper who thought they could wrest control of this place from its true master.

Foolish idealism. Just like the survivors of the world she came from...

The barrage of questions broke her thoughts, and Corascana recoiled, flashing a few feet backwards. -

King? Is he similar to the Ice King? I did not know the storm had a master wielder as well! I was told that it naturally occurs when the Zero Point exists in a reality.

*If she was one with the storm, then that answered a few other questions. Still, he could tell that she was looking a tad overwhelmed, so he reigned in his curiosity, and bowed in apology.*

Forgive me, I did not mean to barrage you with two many questions.

... You do not seem like you have been here long. After all, the news about what happened with the Oni is already old, and that mask maker's actions are well known, so you must have arrived within the last half year.

- Corascana flicked her sparking hair disdainfully, though she relented at his apology.

The boy didn't seem to be fully cognizant of the various powers at play in this place. Or even of his own standing among them.

He would be interesting to watch. -

*Kinda.*

*Still, the daggers were pulling him in a specific direction every time, like they were homing in on a location. After one jump too many, he stumbled up from a formerly tranquil pond, slightly wet and a bit disoriented.*

*When he looked around to gather his surroundings, he noticed a young woman staring at him, with purple skin that crackled like lightning.*

*He didn't blame her for staring, he had just appeared out of a pond from nowhere, but it seemed rude to not acknowledge her presence.*

Um... greetings! Apologies if I startled you, I was just--

*He gestured behind him with the daggers, then realized he didn't really have a good explanation for what had just happened.*

Actually, I cannot explain what just happened. It is a bit confusing to me, as well.

- Corascana was fascinated. Was it normal for boys to appear from ponds here?

She observed the young man curiously. He was a swordsman, and his jacket had dragons on the sleeves. More interesting, however, were the blades he carried. Pieces of the Zero Point... and he was using them as swords?

A blink, a flash of light barely slow enough to be seen, a cracking sound, and in the soft roll of thunder Corascana appeared directly in front of the boy, peering at his face. -

Ah! Sorry, I am unused to people just... zippping over to me that quickly!

*Scratching his head, he considered how to best respond. This girl radiated a dangerous aura, but she did not at all seem hostile. She seemed more curious than anything else.*

A-and I am neither of the things you mentioned... though I would like to be a hero. I am simply Kendo.

*No need to mention that he wasn't sure if he was technically bending anything to his will. The rifts seemed to have dragged him to this spot on the island of their own accord.*

Pointing at the sheathed daggers, Corascana pressed her question. -

Those blades. They are formed of Reality's Core. How is it that you are deemed worthy to wield them if you are not a person of power?

- She tilted her head. -

Kendo.

...

*Unusually for a possessed being, however, Corascana seemed non hostile... at the moment. He would ha e to prob for more information when he could.*

*As for the daggers...*

Well, Lady Corascana--

*An extreme dose of politeness wouldn't hurt here--*

That is a bit of a long story. To tell it short, I was called upon to make these in order to defend my home. I did not know what the material was when I crafted them, only that it was supernatural in some way.

*He could still remember the feeling... His only experience "creating" had been crude masks he had attempted to make under his grandfather's tutelage. The blades, however, had come together under his hands like they were meant to exist. He really needed to remember to ask mother if she could help him try metalworking again...*

The one who told me to make them was played false by a man of uncertain intentions. A mask maker named Daigo. He used them for a time, in an attempt to defeat a great evil. He failed, and before his death, he passed them onto me.

The great evil he sought to fight was defeated, with the aid of many. I personally did not deal the final blow. But it has been some months since then, and they have not left nor been taken from my possession...

*He pulled one out and looked at it. The exact mirror of it's twin. It almost seemed to pulse warmly in his hand.*

So I shall keep them, until they are needed once more.

*He looked up and Corascana, trying to figure out what the curious expression on her face was.*

- Interesting. His naivety almost matched his humility. He was unaware of his own potential.

The boy was connected to those blades. Connected to the heart of all existence. What would he do with that power if he learned he held it?

What a fascinating human. Her master was beginning to take an interest. -

They are pieces broken from what the Voyager seeks to reassemble. Without them, it will be incomplete.

- At his question, Corascana's eyes became distant, and she looked curiously at the illuminated cracks in her arm. -

Maybe... whatever the case, I shall do what I can to make good use of them, to defend the innocent and defeat evil.

*That bit about Voyager not being able to complete his plan without THESE pieces was news to him, however. He'd have to ask Jones about that.*

You speak on behalf of the storm? As in, the storm whose closing resets the loop? How curious! I was unaware that the storm was sentient!

*He bounced a bit on his feet. This was interesting!*

In the back of her head Corascana heard her master laughing, but she didn't find it funny. Rather, she seemed to regard Kendo almost with pity. A naive tragedy in the making. He would likely throw his life away chasing some cheap usurper who thought they could wrest control of this place from its true master.

Foolish idealism. Just like the survivors of the world she came from...

The barrage of questions broke her thoughts, and Corascana recoiled, flashing a few feet backwards. -

*Kinda.*

*Still, the daggers were pulling him in a specific direction every time, like they were homing in on a location. After one jump too many, he stumbled up from a formerly tranquil pond, slightly wet and a bit disoriented.*

*When he looked around to gather his surroundings, he noticed a young woman staring at him, with purple skin that crackled like lightning.*

*He didn't blame her for staring, he had just appeared out of a pond from nowhere, but it seemed rude to not acknowledge her presence.*

Um... greetings! Apologies if I startled you, I was just--

*He gestured behind him with the daggers, then realized he didn't really have a good explanation for what had just happened.*

Actually, I cannot explain what just happened. It is a bit confusing to me, as well.

- Corascana was fascinated. Was it normal for boys to appear from ponds here?

She observed the young man curiously. He was a swordsman, and his jacket had dragons on the sleeves. More interesting, however, were the blades he carried. Pieces of the Zero Point... and he was using them as swords?

A blink, a flash of light barely slow enough to be seen, a cracking sound, and in the soft roll of thunder Corascana appeared directly in front of the boy, peering at his face. -

Ah! Sorry, I am unused to people just... zippping over to me that quickly!

*Scratching his head, he considered how to best respond. This girl radiated a dangerous aura, but she did not at all seem hostile. She seemed more curious than anything else.*

A-and I am neither of the things you mentioned... though I would like to be a hero. I am simply Kendo.

*No need to mention that he wasn't sure if he was technically bending anything to his will. The rifts seemed to have dragged him to this spot on the island of their own accord.*

Pointing at the sheathed daggers, Corascana pressed her question. -

Those blades. They are formed of Reality's Core. How is it that you are deemed worthy to wield them if you are not a person of power?

- She tilted her head. -

Kendo.

...

*Unusually for a possessed being, however, Corascana seemed non hostile... at the moment. He would ha e to prob for more information when he could.*

*As for the daggers...*

Well, Lady Corascana--

*An extreme dose of politeness wouldn't hurt here--*

That is a bit of a long story. To tell it short, I was called upon to make these in order to defend my home. I did not know what the material was when I crafted them, only that it was supernatural in some way.

*He could still remember the feeling... His only experience "creating" had been crude masks he had attempted to make under his grandfather's tutelage. The blades, however, had come together under his hands like they were meant to exist. He really needed to remember to ask mother if she could help him try metalworking again...*

The one who told me to make them was played false by a man of uncertain intentions. A mask maker named Daigo. He used them for a time, in an attempt to defeat a great evil. He failed, and before his death, he passed them onto me.

The great evil he sought to fight was defeated, with the aid of many. I personally did not deal the final blow. But it has been some months since then, and they have not left nor been taken from my possession...

*He pulled one out and looked at it. The exact mirror of it's twin. It almost seemed to pulse warmly in his hand.*

So I shall keep them, until they are needed once more.

*He looked up and Corascana, trying to figure out what the curious expression on her face was.*

- Interesting. His naivety almost matched his humility. He was unaware of his own potential.

The boy was connected to those blades. Connected to the heart of all existence. What would he do with that power if he learned he held it?

What a fascinating human. Her master was beginning to take an interest. -

They are pieces broken from what the Voyager seeks to reassemble. Without them, it will be incomplete.

- At his question, Corascana's eyes became distant, and she looked curiously at the illuminated cracks in her arm. -

*Kinda.*

*Still, the daggers were pulling him in a specific direction every time, like they were homing in on a location. After one jump too many, he stumbled up from a formerly tranquil pond, slightly wet and a bit disoriented.*

*When he looked around to gather his surroundings, he noticed a young woman staring at him, with purple skin that crackled like lightning.*

*He didn't blame her for staring, he had just appeared out of a pond from nowhere, but it seemed rude to not acknowledge her presence.*

Um... greetings! Apologies if I startled you, I was just--

*He gestured behind him with the daggers, then realized he didn't really have a good explanation for what had just happened.*

Actually, I cannot explain what just happened. It is a bit confusing to me, as well.

- Corascana was fascinated. Was it normal for boys to appear from ponds here?

She observed the young man curiously. He was a swordsman, and his jacket had dragons on the sleeves. More interesting, however, were the blades he carried. Pieces of the Zero Point... and he was using them as swords?

A blink, a flash of light barely slow enough to be seen, a cracking sound, and in the soft roll of thunder Corascana appeared directly in front of the boy, peering at his face. -

Ah! Sorry, I am unused to people just... zippping over to me that quickly!

*Scratching his head, he considered how to best respond. This girl radiated a dangerous aura, but she did not at all seem hostile. She seemed more curious than anything else.*

A-and I am neither of the things you mentioned... though I would like to be a hero. I am simply Kendo.

*No need to mention that he wasn't sure if he was technically bending anything to his will. The rifts seemed to have dragged him to this spot on the island of their own accord.*

Pointing at the sheathed daggers, Corascana pressed her question. -

Those blades. They are formed of Reality's Core. How is it that you are deemed worthy to wield them if you are not a person of power?

- She tilted her head. -

Kendo.

...

- Corascana appears in a blaze of bright light, studying the cubic construct that seems to serve as the Voyager's face. Her voice resounds as though in duplicate. -

Who are you? Why do you disturb me?

@corascana-stormborn

Hoho...how can i help missie?

But if you are here to yap for something i did,get out...the 6th shard is waiting for me

* the voyager slowly levitates towards the hangar of the dark harvester before looking back to the Lady * but if you have anything that could be of my interest...you and me will have something in common...

- Corascana tilts her head curiously, watching the corrupted Voyager in his brief flight. His intimidating laugh seems to have no effect, as her storm-bright eyes remain locked on him, unfazed.

After a moment of silence, she straightens again, lightning flashing through her skin. -

Tell me who you are mistress and i think we can help eachother...in a short term

- Corascana frowns, closing her eyes. -

I do not aid usurpers. This world is ours.

- Corascana appears in a blaze of bright light, studying the cubic construct that seems to serve as the Voyager's face. Her voice resounds as though in duplicate. -

Who are you? Why do you disturb me?

@corascana-stormborn

Hoho...how can i help missie?

But if you are here to yap for something i did,get out...the 6th shard is waiting for me

* the voyager slowly levitates towards the hangar of the dark harvester before looking back to the Lady * but if you have anything that could be of my interest...you and me will have something in common...

- Corascana tilts her head curiously, watching the corrupted Voyager in his brief flight. His intimidating laugh seems to have no effect, as her storm-bright eyes remain locked on him, unfazed.

After a moment of silence, she straightens again, lightning flashing through her skin. -