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The Poet and the National Perfectionist
Thu Oct 23, 2014 8:22 pm
Iriko Crow The Dragon of the North, Seiryuu
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Re: The Poet and the National Perfectionist
Sun Oct 26, 2014 3:05 am
Artist: Rocket Science - Song: Flora
It was like a pebble dropping through the still surface of a lake, ripples cascading outwards in small waves. Deep within this metaphorical ocean, an eye opened, giving way to the clear red iris of its possessor. Nozomi was settled upon her silver throne, propped up over one of the armrests by her arm, just resting. Still, even in deep slumber, the woman's mind was far too active to be oblivious to subtle disturbances caused by the new arrival. Even without the sudden formation of a rainbow outside of her own control, the specter that had just overstepped the borders of Switzerland would be unable to enter the waters of Nozomi's land without signaling its approach. And once his existence became known, the true sight of the Omnidou would be able to pierce the veil of nonexistence that had been erected. The woman sat up in her seat, having trumped the illusion of the man in under a second. She still left only one eye open, and observed from the vast distance that she was able to, determining his identity and then recording his reactions to the new world around him. Funny thing, attracting the attention of the Gotei's Captain Commander only a month after she had met with the former. He was Iriko Crow, the archetype of tragedy and World's best bubble blower. There was an affair between him and the demoness Khala, and the overall intermingling of Shinigami and Demons that Nozomi wanted no part in dealing with. However, she had to admit that there were unfinished matters between her and the Soul Society that needed to be resolved, which is what she assumed the man was here for.
So sensitive are you to my changes, she remarked internally as she watched him react to the environment within her domain. She narrowed her eyes slightly, as the man become nauseous with the air around him. More disgusted are you with this that you would vomit, than when your home and your brethren were consumed by the Demon's War. You truly are the essence of sadness. The woman would have to withhold her animosity in their discussion; she would keep those opinions to herself, but you'd have to realize at one point that there was a reason the Quincy had joined the assault against the Soul Society in the first place. What Iriko saw, however, was most certainly not a lie. It may have been unnatural, but it was no illusion. The issue here was simply that such a paradise was unbelievable, a concept pulled from imagination and set in reality where it felt so out of place. It was something to get used to, and Nozomi was in the business of allowing for the easiest transition. She rose her hands up, poking and pulling at the invisible strings of Esper in the shadows of her temple, modifying the tune that played for the male. Iriko would sense the alterations of the aura, as Nozomi tinkered around for the best experience. It was slowly adjusting, her 'unnature' trying to find the best way to appeal to the Shinigami's senses, until finally hitting a sweet note. The Esper that filled him radiated an enchantment that would make him feel whole and pleasant.
Knowing him, the man would likely still know in his mind that such a feeling of absolute serenity would only last for as long as he remained within Eldrazi's borders, and he would also likely loathe that it was existing within him against his wishes, but... Nozomi cared not. He was going to be happy whether he enjoyed it or not. He was going to be energetic and he was going to feel powerful; all of these things came tailored along with the air of Eldrazi. Sickness was most certainly not allowed, especially not if caused by her own energy (the Esper would merely strengthen his immune system anywho). It was only once Nozomi had finely tuned the environment to accommodate her guest that she rose from her seat, hearing the call for her presence. One wave of her hand was all that was necessary to straighten her clothes as though they had been cleaned and ironed, and to have her hair freshly washed and brushed down to assume a soft and shiny look. She gave herself a wide smile and her teeth sparkled with a pure white. She was the most appropriate that she could be before she finally came to greet Iriko; her body crumpled into a single point of space with the sound of a vacuum, and then erupted into existence in front of the man. Into the vibrant sunlight she appeared, practically glowing in her state of perfection. A slight blast of wind would hit him at her arrival to blow about his hair a bit, but affront him no more. She came out of the rift floating, and then slowly touched down to the gilded surface that made up most of the area around her palace. Here, the woman looked different than she was anywhere else—the pale snow palette that her skin usually took on was replaced by a much healthier beige, and even tinges of red could be found coloring her cheeks to show that blood indeed ran through her body. She looked like a new person.
''Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, I welcome you to Mirrodin, the heart of Switzerland and city closest to heaven, literally. It is great to hear that you aren't here on hostile terms, and rather that you've come to learn of Eldrazi's prosperity. The answer is yes, of course I will teach you all that you wish to know of my nation... However, I must ask you that if you are only hear to listen and not learn, then to turn away. In order for me to respect your wish, you must be open to the concept of utopia, and that it can exist.'' This was indirectly addressing the words he spoke aloud before coming to her palace, for it was impossible for such words to not be taken as an insult to everything she's achieved, and will further accomplish. If Iriko has it in his mind to not accept Eldrazi, then their discussion will turn into nothing but pointless political schmoozing. ''I don't need more people wasting my time with their disbelief when I have a working reality beneath my feet...''
As for the gift, well by all means Nozomi could only accept it lest she insult her guest. There was not much left for the woman to desire, but still she would smile and hold out her hand. An invisible force levitated the black box out of Iriko's grasp and moved it toward Nozomi's. She would revolve the object on a tilted axis much like the Earth's, simply playing around with it for a while without touching it. ''Unknown to yours, but not to mine,'' she would jest, despite her words holding true merit. There were objects in this world that had unlocked their full potential, and could no longer advance any further, that Nozomi referred to as 'Marvels'. Such objects were the absolute best in one aspect; peerless. She believed one of these Marvels to be her eyes, the Omnidou. She had unparalleled sight, of which no secrets could be kept from. It might have been a killjoy, but determining the box's contents would be a piece of cake for her. It was simple due process for her; there was no way that the woman was going to accidentally open Pandora's box. She'd save her thanks for when she figured out what was inside the gift.
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