Willow Moor
Apr 4, 2019 23:06:26 GMT -7
Post by AMATERASU on Apr 4, 2019 23:06:26 GMT -7
Resistance? Well that's new. Usually when I fill an empty shell with my Light the former occupant either wakes up or just declines the resurrection in favor of their eternal afterlife. Or explodes into dust if they weren't strong enough to make the trip. I'd never needed to get into a tug of war before, which just made me want to pull harder.
Not wanting to snap the tether, I stopped resisting and instead merely held, projecting my Spirit Origin along the cord between body and soul to the Astral Sea. It wasn't a proper Astral Projection, so I didn't have as much freedom as normal, but I was still able to pull myself along his lifeline.
Along the way, I saw breif flashes of memory. His, not mine. They didn't have much context, and I didn't really care to investigate, so they didn't make much sense. They were just disruptive.
By the time I made it to the end, I was pretty sure I'd crossed into another plane. A small one, by the look of things. A temporary pocket, made just for this one moment? The thought made the hairs on my tail stand on end.
The only occupants were myself, the soul of Charlemaign, which didn't quite match his body - I idly wondered if I looked any different here myself - and another spirit. This pressure...it felt familiar. Like...myself, but stronger. It, she?, felt like me in my prime. Possibly stronger, possibly weaker, I wasn't so good at tellijg anymore, but among Divine Spirits direct power was rarely a factor anyway.
"Seems that way, don't it? I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you're the one trying to hold back this guy's soul. Listen, I'm still shaking off a hangover here so can we not do the dancing around people like us usually do and skip to the actual talking? I'll even start us off with an easy topic. I'm Kurama. You are?"
Not wanting to snap the tether, I stopped resisting and instead merely held, projecting my Spirit Origin along the cord between body and soul to the Astral Sea. It wasn't a proper Astral Projection, so I didn't have as much freedom as normal, but I was still able to pull myself along his lifeline.
Along the way, I saw breif flashes of memory. His, not mine. They didn't have much context, and I didn't really care to investigate, so they didn't make much sense. They were just disruptive.
By the time I made it to the end, I was pretty sure I'd crossed into another plane. A small one, by the look of things. A temporary pocket, made just for this one moment? The thought made the hairs on my tail stand on end.
The only occupants were myself, the soul of Charlemaign, which didn't quite match his body - I idly wondered if I looked any different here myself - and another spirit. This pressure...it felt familiar. Like...myself, but stronger. It, she?, felt like me in my prime. Possibly stronger, possibly weaker, I wasn't so good at tellijg anymore, but among Divine Spirits direct power was rarely a factor anyway.
"Seems that way, don't it? I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you're the one trying to hold back this guy's soul. Listen, I'm still shaking off a hangover here so can we not do the dancing around people like us usually do and skip to the actual talking? I'll even start us off with an easy topic. I'm Kurama. You are?"