Miyoko's Determination 1

[02:03] {NARRATION} The lantern is easily taken, as the others follow after Toril. Once-again grateful for their presence, the spirit strides singlemindedly, even if their movements are weakened, complexation pale as that arm holds their belly tightly, staunching the flow of blood from where he was cleaved!

The hazy figure continues on through the dark, the lantern resisting the shadows around the party. But those shadows move and mock, dancing around the party with each shift of the light through the tangled thorns and briars.

The wind whispers through the trees.

"Sssssh. You'll neeever fiiiind her..."

Each hears a voice in turn, as if the wind whispers into their ears. Azusa, a soft whisper;

"They left because of you, you know. Ssshh. What parent would want to watch their child turn rabid, bit-by-bit.

Perhaps they're even guilty for passing their magic to you..."

Then, to Miyoko, another soft breeze.

"Ssssh… Do you think you'll ever amount to much? Just look at how far the Illuminated has fallen, your kind used to be the light, you know? But now, with Reito's easy fall into depravity, you're all going to be consumed..."

Moavug, next;

"Hellooo, Valmasian child. Sssshh, the Ryujinites where brought low long ago. Won't you bow to the Eternal Adjudicator, too? It should be easy for your kind."

Venomira;

"Sssh… Gehenna is doomed. All of the spirits will become Wraiths and Nethradin now - did you know that Agartha was the mainland's only hope of salvation? They'll never be able to heal the land and the spirits, now - since the Gehennan colony only cares about itself..."

Then, finally, Sisifo, those whispering shadows speaking into her ear - though they're weakened and smaller, as she holds the lantern;

"And you, little one... Sssh, I can't wait for the hope in your eyes to die, as people reveal themselves to be awful..."

Those shadows dance and sway, while they walk, a gloomy murk clouding their way - almost malevolent in how shadowy tendrils seem to point towards the heroes.
[02:06] Moavug Zayllur says, "Ryujin wouldn't be happy with that... no, no. It's not easy because it's not happening."
[02:09] The rifle is brought immediately to her hands and a shot of crystal is fired in the direction of the whispers, away from any of the party members. Burning occultism behind rapidly-shifting multicolored eyes. If this was an illusion, she was trying to pick out it's source.

"Enough of your god-damned whispers!"

It was a single shot, and the rifle is kept in her hands the entire rest of the walk. A calm is somewhat regained, on the outside at least.

"The darkness lies. Keep walking."

On the inside, she was smoldering. She knew exactly how the Occult would whisper to her. Pick apart anything that they'd see as weakness, and exploit it. It was the first time the issue of her lineage was brought up, and it hit her hard.

It made her angry, made her flare her own darkness out. She would not give into this power, because it was her own.


(Azusa)
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[02:09] The whispers would be like spikes running down her back, the creepiness of his statement mixing well with her anger at what she saw as bullshit
"Shut up! Gehenna is going to be just fine, especially when in but a few years time it'll have the best hero ever there"
This seemed like conflict like her, glorious, exactly what she had been hoping for all along

"FUCK YEAH I FINALLY GET TO HIT SOMETHING"

She'd shout as she prepared
Venomira would twirl her staff out, poison soaked occultic winds surging around her
The occultic winds would work in tangem with her staff, not caring about much of the context, she could just tell that she was now justified to get ready to hit something.

She'd flick some hair out of her eyes, determine look on her face, fun apparent. she was waiting for the perfect excuse to get violent.
(Venomira )
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[02:13] Whispers. Whispers which brought to mind the thought of something else. It shouldn't have been the first thing that appeared in her mind's eye, but her thought process never did make much sense.

It reminded her of that piercing blue eye.

That, enough for her fingers to tense around the lantern she held. For a portion of her star's power to be poured into the lantern's.. Lantern.. part.. So it might glow a little brighter. Yet her jaw was set now. Her lips pressed thin.

Raven-dark eyes scanned out into the darkness, seeking the source of such whispers. Her gaze landed upon thin tendrils, shadows reaching out toward them. Dancing about..

In a small voice she spoke, through grit teeth she made her assertion known. "Some people are. But that's the world we live in. It doesn't mean everyone has to be awful."
(Sifiso)
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[02:15] Silence was brought upon the group and finally came something that would actually send a bit of chill down Miyoko's back. The sudden whispers that appeared out of thin air. An actual breeze giving her a whole conversation. A weird phenomenon that just happened. It wouldn't have freaked the Kitsune completely but the words it spoke only touched at her emotions. It was getting near a switch in her heart that no one would ever dare to get close. A switch that was never meant to be turned off.

A tinge of red appeared on Miyoko's cheeks as the voice spoke. Talking about how the Illuminated didn't provide now that it has fallen. To think that she'd actually listen to that. She became a bit soft. "You're wrong..." She looked down at the ground with her hands near her chest. Without much of a doubt, one could tell this wasn't going well with her. Her fist clenching as they were. Her mind taking note of the whispers and letting them ring in her head.

"You're wrong! If the Illuminated had fallen, I wouldn't be a proud Luminate! Miyo has taken leadership as the Chancellor and will make it as strong lived like it always has! I believe in her... Lady Reito has also proven that until.."

Her fist still held to her chest as she looked down but suddenly, she'd rise her head up and look determined. Her hands switching from her chest to her sides, hands still clenched but a bit more loosened. She was ready to completely let out her thoughts.

"I, Miyoko Hayako, am a proud Kitsune. Our kind is still the light and will always be the light! That is why Jiuweihu has chosen us to be that representation of her warm light! I will not let your filthy words say my mind or my heart. I will not be consumed or anyone else will! We won't be succumbed to your lies!" she shouts, declaring her genuine thoughts that she brought from the depths of her heart. She made this completely clear. She had a thing to prove as one of the members of the Hero Club. A thing she has already proven.

Determination.
(Miyoko Hayako)