Is the New Mutt Trained? [Private/Ceal]

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1: Ksetra Pari: Whilst Cuerpo Reparación and Tānāgati are Kuanastha’s greatest assets, the statement is generally in reference to her survivability. In combat, and in fact daily living, by far Ksetra Pari takes the cake. Even before becoming a Visera Demonio, the previous lives of Kuanastha held their greatest trait in spiritual sensing (akin to pequisa) and demon magics respectively. With newfound strength and a combination of their two sides, it’s accurate to acclaim Kuanastha as a Master in utilising Ksetra Pari as a result of her past and present experiences. Her skills in these respective subjects prior to becoming a Visera Demonio also left little room for additional innovation despite innate talent. That being said, while the addition of Nether Energy may amplify the effects of Ksetra Pari, for the most part there’s nothing Kuanastha can to add her own flare to utilising Ksetra Pari. Don’t let that detract from how capable she is with it, though.

2: » Karmic Threads: One major thing Kuanastha did with Dark Threads to personalise them was change the direction of its effects; that is to say, as opposed to affecting the physical world so to speak, Kuanastha aimed its manipulation, in the end reinventing Dark Threads as “Karmic Threads”. Combined with her spiritual acuity that made the acquirement of Dark Eyes from Inami redundant (as, Dark Threads could have been inherited, but were unnecessary to take on given Kuanastha’s natural affinity with the subject that likely exceeds the abilities of Dark Eyes), Kuanastha had devised a spiritual sense towards “karma”.

With any of her senses, whether the traditional five physical senses or any on a spiritual and supernatural level, with adequate focus Kuanastha may perceive the “karma” around the world, and specifically a person or thing. While she can’t discern every single thread given any one person--let alone the whole world--is almost always densely entangled in the threads of karma, particularly potent ones will differentiate themselves in some manners, usually in terms of thickness, a different sound when thrummed, the density when spiritual sensed, or different colours.

If Kuanastha is able to directly handle these karmic threads, to an extent, she can manipulate the subject’s karma. More or less, she becomes capable of some level of handling causality. Naturally, there are limitations. The primary drawback is mental strain, and the longer Kuanastha forces herself to perceive these karmic threads, the more stress is applied not to her mind, but her soul. Extensive strain may permanently damage her nascent soul, resulting in deep repercussions that may forever stunt her growth, or threaten her existence. On top of that, Kuanastha frequently manipulates her own Karmic threads to handle the world’s karma around her. While it’s a much safer way to entangle an enemy and put the situation under her control without having to approach them--assuming the enemy themselves cannot explicitly manipulate karmic threads either, it also risks damage and/or unneeded manipulation of her own karma.

The capability of karma being tampered with is derived from Kuanastha’s ties to entropy and spiritual strength, entropy dealing with the increasingly random (albeit definite) transference of information, and what better representation of entropy in a spiritual sense than karmic threads: literal threads of information linking all manners of creation unseen to the eyes, with any number of repercussions resulting in definite but often incalculable effects.

@Chiraisu

Amongst dreams speaks the words of the mind. The realm where possibilities skew and morph into wondrous constructs of random thought. The mind works while the body rests. What plays on the canvas of this world are concepts influenced by reality and non alike. It was here that Ceal lay.

Wide-eyed and open mouth, she surfed along a the waves of colors so vivid she could but only describe them in phrases. Her absolute exhilaration displayed only in the sound of awestruck chuckles while she observed the world twist into abstract forms only seen possible from the deepest of subconscious thought. Like art come to life, the pictures painted before her told stories of lives and layers of complexity. They exploded into shapes and forms which had no meanings.

Upbeat thrums of background played in her ears, forms dancing to the uneven tempo. Along for the ride, Ceal found herself dancing, too, for it was a jingle that could not be stopped or muted. It helped give life to the wonderland that formed within her psyche.

What once appeared to be a house with no life, among a sky with spectrum of reds and black transformed, colors cooled into bright blues and greens. Colors matched where they didn't, even the home that was once bounced with life. Entities that now inhabit invited and welcomed.

A smile stretch so wide across Ceal's face as elation filled her being. Everything was working, everything was happy. She, most of all. Nay, she would not fall down into mania, for it was uplifting. It sparked her inspiration, her ambition.

She spun, round and round. The tune at it's climax. Her eyes glistening from tears of happiness in her new home.


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”Y.. ye got 'em all wrong. Mr. Fumblebee.. when.. you make purple..y'gotta add a dash of...wh-what taste like...skittles...”



It had appeared that, while the light was off, Ceal was deep in an exhausted slumber. It really came no surprised considering how her visit with the Mana ended. So much had changed in her hours there. Just a few hours to change years of life. It was eerie when she thought about it. Even while passing out on her bed, she couldn't contain the elation in her chest. A build up of pressure that made it that ever breath she took sent surges of stimulation to all parts of her body. It was like she was hyperventilating, over and over again until she finally faded from the realm of the wakened.

Here now she lay, mumbling the insanity of her dream. She had never really dreamed much before. They had stopped when she was at a certain age. Probably the age 7 or 8. They had just came less frequent till, up to that point, stopped happening altogether. They now were instead replaced by the day dreams Ceal concocted. Of a better world, a better place where she was something different. Someone different. However, now. It was as if she had waited to dream up till now. That all of the madness that could be in one's own subconscious was finally breaking loose the damn that helped them at bay.

While it could have been suspected her dreams be filled with dark, demonic figures and disturbing entities of a nightmarish origin. That, at least for now had not been the case. Even if demons invaded her dreams, they placed upon the clothing of sheep, smiling and dancing along with Ceal. At least until a day would come where they get their fun.

She was so knocked out, in fact, she did not even notice anyone opening the door to her room in the Palace. She had a hotel room back with Styles, but she never made it there. Her mysterious stranger would see her at her weakest point, in nothing but sleepwear that was provided to her from the Queen herself since her clothing she'd worn here lay in ribbons.

Coding By: [THEFROST]

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...rub rub, rub rub...yawn~


Ceal had done her best to wake up, still oh so sleepy. So sleepy she was. Rubbing her eyes of sleep's sand, she was finally able to adjust her eyes to the darkness a little bit.


"Wakey-wakey, pet~."

A certain amount of rousing soberness caused Ceal to wake up just a little faster, her mind hung up on the voice of her visitor. It wasn't Mana, like she had foolishly assumed. She knew not who it was, only that they were likely demon and possibly affiliated with Mana, at least somehow. It was her palace, right?

She felt her cheeks flush with heat, feeling a tad bit embarrassed on a few levels. One, she thought she was Mana for a moment, and two, she was a little shy to be seen in such a get up for sleeping. Especially to a stranger, this was just really embarrassing. However, her natural good heart caused her reply to be rather friendly, despite the certain level of... condescending tone?

”Huh...? O-Oh.. I'm sorry. I just.. thought you were someone else.” She said, apologizing for her assumption on the identity of the stranger. She looked from her silhouette to the sheets around herself. She felt maybe it was a good idea to cover herself a little bit, but in reality it probably didn't matter at this point. The stranger had already seen her, so covering herself wouldn't really do much but show the person she was perhaps shy or timid, which she wasn't too much of either.

”Oh..! Forgive my manners, stranger. My name is Ceal. I'm a..-” She began, giving the girl her name. She was interrupted by this person closing the distance between them, petting her on the head. She wasn't really too sure if this was a follow up to the stranger's comment or not, but she didn't dislike it. Actually she kinda liked it. ”..Well, I mean.. I'm a human. Though you... probably knew that already. Heh, sorry, She finished, somewhat chuckling nervously as the person's touch on her head did a number on her thoughts.

Coding By: [THEFROST]