#setting post

Pride month is here !!

Having an item soulbound to you gives it several different properties:

You cannot lose this item- if it is not on your person, you are aware of its location, and depending on your skill with said object, you can summon it to your hand with a thought.

There are different levels, too- partially and fully soulbound. A partially soulbound item will be little more useful in most regards than a standard item of the same make and model, except for the fact that it cannot degrade and it cannot be lost.

A fully soulbound item is much more useful, in that it gains unique properties depending on the person utilizing it. It is near impossible to damage or break, in relation to the strength of one’s will. As you grow and change, as will this item, learning from the same mistakes that you do, and applying innovative changes according to your subconscious whims. However, fully soulbinding an object prevents you from being soulbound to any other objects, whereas partially soulbinding, while more difficult to achieve, can allow you to bind theoretically infinite objects to you, though this can be a drain on your life force itself and lead to a shortened lifespan or even instant death, depending on the number of objects bound or summoned at a single time.

Powerful mages tend to use a variety of partially soulbound instruments, while more mundane individuals (usually combatants) will soulbind a single object (usually a weapon).

These mundane individuals, of course, can either be magical in nature, be a magic user, or even simply have access to a material that has a high concentration of malleable energy within it! While the latter materials are incredibly rare and dangerous to handle, the resultant objects are of the absolute highest quality, able to soulbind instantly, as opposed to mundane objects, which can take many, many years to fully soulbind to an individual.

One such material is known as Hell’s Obsidian, which is the material that the very core of Hell is composed of. It is only distributed to incredibly high-ranking demons, or those who have proven themselves and are being dispatched with particularly dangerous objectives.

For example, all of the members of the Upper Council possess objects crafted from Hell’s Obsidian. (Upon stripping themselves of their demonic nature, however, their soulbound objects would revert to their base materials, due to the violent alteration their soul would undergo.)

A expanse of the sprawling desert was alive with noise; the shuffled motion of bodies and the flashing flicker of lights wired together with bits and pieces of extension cords and rusty-laced generators. A certain sort of electricity in the air; the intensity of the music swelling from the makeshift stage of scavenged boxes and boards rattling with the bounce of steps from the musicians carrying on loud and eager for the gathered masses.

Far beyond the streets of Battery City, in a spot where the sound does not carry to the cameras and drones; the gritty sand and the chill of the evening can’t hold back the intensity in the air. Noise, music, voices raised and life bursting at the seams; anybody within miles was bound to take notice and be drawn into the inviting chaos.

It’s a good night for the band, they’re in rare form, something to prove, screaming to the darkness and letting those patched-together old instruments fuel the fire.