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Post by Shinigami on Jan 1, 2010 15:53:34 GMT -5
 Helen's head was drifting one way and then the other, absently singing...something. It was an incoherant melody of syllables, where "melody" was only vaguely defined as one note that sounded fairly good following whatever single note she'd been singing previously. The whole thing ended up sounding rather discordant, but she didn't seem to mind all that much. For that matter, none of the few people around seemed to be particularly bothered by the situation either. Then again, most of them were high out of their minds, and probably thought that they heard Cats singing duets with Rabbits. The doe took a lit taper from the side, bringing it in to her private alcove of the dilapidated building that she'd claimed for this experiment. The rumor had said that this particular insence could help open the third eye, and she had long been feeling the ache of it being pinned closed. If this would be the particular thing that could finally open it...then this would be a truly blessed event. She lit the incense stick and dropped it aside, snuffing the flame with a hoof, and settled herself down to meditate as she breathed in the smoke. Ah, it was lovely. Dark and musky with an unknown edge that made her shiver. Visions danced at the edges of her eyes, colors, shapes, feelings drifting before her gaze as the shivering increased. How...how lovely. How beautiful! She could feel...! Without her notice, her breathing stuttered, and then died as the world went white and beautiful, her frame collapsing as the last of the incense burned itself out. |
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 1, 2010 16:02:25 GMT -5
Like a beacon, the body of smoky corpses drew Lior to the scene like a vulture to a carcass. He stepped lightly around the bodies, bending beside each to usher its soul into the afterlife. Something in the shared drug had been... off. Impure. Toxic. The incense burned as a harmless aside, choking lungs that had already been weakened by the substance. He ignored it entirely. The body of a colorful deer gave him a moment's pause. She looked different in her repose than the others. More peaceful. Almost expectant, in some strange way. He examined her face with a seemingly disinterested gaze while he debated. Such a large movement of souls off of this plane. Hers... it had been a month since the colorful child. At least that. Hers would make nine. He was sorely tempted. And so he did. Crouching above her like a black bird of death, he closed his eyes and allowed his ability to take its course. The moment this deer was aware enough to take notice of him, he would plunge his hand into her skull in search of the elusive essence of her soul. |
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Post by Shinigami on Jan 1, 2010 16:25:24 GMT -5
An almost shocked gasp as breath was forced back into her lungs, and her eyes opened wide. They made a perfect target for Lior's fingers, and she shrieked in pain, muscles tensed and locking her in place. That was...that was wrong, so wrong. Not only had her third eye been closed once again, but in punishment - it had to be punishment, for seeing such glory! - she was losing one of her physical eyes! The pain was literally blinding as she cried out. And yet...she felt no malice.
This was the Gatekeeper, the one who stood between the worlds. And in punishment for crossing the river, she gave him his payment, not a coin, but payment nonetheless. Why should she imagine that there would be nothing to pay? She gave it to him freely, even as she sobbed for all she had seen and lost.
"I Saw...I Saw it. I Saw..." How to put it into words?
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 2, 2010 23:00:37 GMT -5
Lior had no insight into what went on inside the deer's head, what she saw or what she experienced while traveling towards the afterlife on her journey after death. He stared at her soul, a pulsing, whirling little tangent in his gory hand, and made to tuck it away inside of his protective jar.
Once it was safely included in his collection, the jar nearly full of the beautifully glowing soul fragments, he looked back down at the sobbing deer. They all reacted so differently to their salvation. She didn't seem to carry the hostility inherent in some upon waking, the thrashing and the flailing and the intent to harm. She seemed far more accepting of the whole thing. Had he bothered to think about it, he would have preferred things her way. Simpler. Less damaging. Quicker.
He stood properly and looked down at her, cloak shrouding most of his pale form. Dull golden eyes continued to regard the ruin that was now her face. "I'm sure you did," he agreed in a monotone.
((One more from you and then one more from me? <3))
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Post by Shinigami on Jan 3, 2010 16:22:29 GMT -5
[ooc: Sure! And I'm going to let a bit of her Seer ability kick in here, because she won't leave it alone... >.>]
She met his gaze as best she could, vision fading in and out from her remaining eye. Perhaps it was memory, or a fluke, or a lingering wisp of hallucinogen, but she could still See... "You are become Death," she rasped, "destroyer of worlds. The gatekeeper, the ferryman. The walker-in-twilight."
His cloak, the feel of him, assured her of what he was, what he had to be.
Her eye hurt. It more than hurt. Would her mother still love her, with her ruined eye? Would her children even know her? No. It didn't matter, not really.
She'd died. Would her Third Eye still be able to open? She couldn't feel it now, those visions fading away even as she searched for them, but it had opened for a while, it had to have opened. And that meant that it could be opened again. Loss of a physical eye didn't matter. She had Seen, she could See again.
"Go well, Death."
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 3, 2010 20:42:06 GMT -5
Lior heard her and considered her words in silence. Rather, the sentience that kept him cocooned within a haze of contentment considered them. True enough, perhaps. One day? The ferryman...
"I will," he muttered in a rasping voice, tucking the cloak more securely around his pale frame and looking at her for another moment before turning. He left her there, the gore and wound marring her otherwise youthful face, and drifted off. He had the bit of her that he wanted.
Her words still rung in his ears, less something to pay attention to than something to think about in moments of peace. He already assisted the passage of souls, certainly. He knew that he had a purpose, and that in some way it was entangled in his work. It would be made clear eventually. He was sure of it. Not today. Not tomorrow. But... eventually he would understand the path before him.
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