Dances in the Wind [T][P]
Mar 17, 2009 7:33:46 GMT -7
Post by Takara on Mar 17, 2009 7:33:46 GMT -7
40/100
I couldn’t count the number of white halo’s that surrounded me - they appeared endless, packed so close that I could scarcely see through them to the endless void of my mindscape. If I had even attempted to manipulate one single halo, it would take a lifetime to learn Shinkaku. Like any practical, pragmatic woman, I decided to focus only upon the halo’s nearest to me that spiraled about my form. Floating as I was, I experienced no vertigo, or any nausea from the weightlessness. That left me with my normal level of coherence, and perfectly able to embark upon the task I had set for myself. Of course, I still had to bring the blitzing bullets of color under my control as well, but synchronizing the manipulation of both the halo’s and the colors would prove beyond difficult, close to the realm of impossible. I was relying upon the rhythm I’d discovered to aid me in controlling the colors, but the rhythm itself was so complicate, I wasn’t sure I could execute both in unison.
I disregarded my reservations, deciding to just do it. Releasing what would amass to sheer mental power, I used my acuity and stubborness to inflect my will over the sprialing white halo’s, in the same breadth allowing it to also seep through the thin crevices between each halo and infect the void outside of my “prison.” As my essence oozed into my surroundings, the entire environment began to shake an vibrate as if in the throes of death, trying in vain to ruin my concentration. The tactic failed, due to my prepardness. I ignored the vibrating, even as it effected me and my teeth began to chatter in my skull. Once my mental essence had sunk its teeth into the halo’s around me and the dancing colors that assaulted those specific halo’s, I then began to reel it in, so to speak, squeezing the visual representation of my chakra in a vice like grip, seeking to bring it to my heel. I didn’t know the correct process for controlling chakra in such a manner, but the process seemed to be working.
All the while the vibrations had grown stronger, until my jaws shook from the force and I could barely keep my eyes open. Still my concentration didn’t waver, but I couldn’t deny the impossibleness of the situation. However stronger my grip would grow on the chakra, so too would the intensity of the vibrations increase. My progression would then halt, and once I grew accustomed to the strength of the vibrations, I would begin to reel the chakra in once more, and the vibrations would begin anew. It was a dreadfully slow and excrutiating process, but when I absorbed the halo’s into my being and felt my strength grow, felt my senses become sharper, I knew I was doing the right thing.