Cursed Cosmic Dev 11 -Sunyata-

[22:48] Whether or not he accepted what she meant to do meant little to her. He was from Dawn, and he was an Occultist. Ashera wanted to send his hat and cloak to Dawn with a letter - for a message. Reito's message was going to be much louder and make a bigger bang than any letter Ashera could have written.

"Very well," She said quietly, "This will... Possibly hurt. Possibly not. You're the first, so..." She trailed off, shrugging once. She didn't know what to say to make this better - he was, after all, her test subject. Regardless, she pulls up the sleeve of her kimono to reveal her left arm, which was covered from her bicep on down to her hand in an intricate tattoo, revealing a nine-tailed fox. It's tails were on fire, and in the background were beams of light as well as a sun.

Her hand reaches out, placing itself solidly upon Constantin's head, with her thumb firmly upon his forehead and her index finger on one temple and her pinky on the opposite temple. Without even waiting, given that she had done this part so much already, she began feeding cosmic mana into the boy's body. It wasn't the small pulses that she usually did while she practiced, or went to heal a patient.

These were larger bursts which while not outright painful for him, was definitely uncomfortable. She specifically aimed to target the exact circuits that governed and housed that occultic magic, concentrating her mana there. Reito's eyes shut and she focused now, imagining herself actually wrapping her cosmic magic around Constantin's occultic circuits almost like a tight bandage to keep him from using them. It wasn't going to fully prevent it, but it was going to definitely throttle it. Not that it mattered with that collar on.

Not only that, but the cosmic magic itself was gradually seeping through, and Constantin would notice a considerable difference already. He would be weakened - quite a bit! When Reito was confident that she had done this for every single Occultic based piece of circuitry she could find, she stepped back, her hand releasing itself from his head as she found the wall behind her. She was already exhausted and it wasn't even over; she understood why Satsuki recommended to break it up into no less than two sessions. She opened her eyes now, nodding,

"I will be back," She said, quietly, as if she was catching her breath, "And then we will finish and- � You will be granted that fresh start."
(Reito Shimasu)
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[22:48] Whether or not he accepted what she meant to do meant little to her. He was from Dawn, and he was an Occultist. Ashera wanted to send his hat and cloak to Dawn with a letter - for a message. Reito's message was going to be much louder and make a bigger bang than any letter Ashera could have written.

"Very well," She said quietly, "This will... Possibly hurt. Possibly not. You're the first, so..." She trailed off, shrugging once. She didn't know what to say to make this better - he was, after all, her test subject. Regardless, she pulls up the sleeve of her kimono to reveal her left arm, which was covered from her bicep on down to her hand in an intricate tattoo, revealing a nine-tailed fox. It's tails were on fire, and in the background were beams of light as well as a sun.

Her hand reaches out, placing itself solidly upon Constantin's head, with her thumb firmly upon his forehead and her index finger on one temple and her pinky on the opposite temple. Without even waiting, given that she had done this part so much already, she began feeding cosmic mana into the boy's body. It wasn't the small pulses that she usually did while she practiced, or went to heal a patient.

These were larger bursts which while not outright painful for him, was definitely uncomfortable. She specifically aimed to target the exact circuits that governed and housed that occultic magic, concentrating her mana there. Reito's eyes shut and she focused now, imagining herself actually wrapping her cosmic magic around Constantin's occultic circuits almost like a tight bandage to keep him from using them. It wasn't going to fully prevent it, but it was going to definitely throttle it. Not that it mattered with that collar on.

Not only that, but the cosmic magic itself was gradually seeping through, and Constantin would notice a considerable difference already. He would be weakened - quite a bit! When Reito was confident that she had done this for every single Occultic based piece of circuitry she could find, she stepped back, her hand releasing itself from his head as she found the wall behind her. She was already exhausted and it wasn't even over; she understood why Satsuki recommended to break it up into no less than two sessions. She opened her eyes now, nodding,

"I will be back," She said, quietly, as if she was catching her breath, "And then we will finish and- � You will be granted that fresh start."
(Reito Shimasu)
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[22:54] By the iron bars of the prison, Isaac watched in anticipation - though he did glance to the Neries occasionally for the purpose of safety, and the door was kept slightly open. When all seemed well, the black-winged man's focus was entirely on Reito and her patient, focusing beyond what his eyes could see. There is a noticeable thrum of magical power in the air as her circuits interact with Constantin's own, numbing the call the Occult...

"So that's Sunyata," he murmured quietly, as his lips settled into a slight smile.
(Isaac)
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[22:54] By the iron bars of the prison, Isaac watched in anticipation - though he did glance to the Neries occasionally for the purpose of safety, and the door was kept slightly open. When all seemed well, the black-winged man's focus was entirely on Reito and her patient, focusing beyond what his eyes could see. There is a noticeable thrum of magical power in the air as her circuits interact with Constantin's own, numbing the call the Occult...

"So that's Sunyata," he murmured quietly, as his lips settled into a slight smile.
(Isaac)
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[22:58] At the edge of view Ren is able to observe it. An intricate process to seal the occult, once spoken before and he was uncertain. He watches carefully at the actions but cannot feel nor see what's within. From his view he tries to understand what little he can.

He taps his chin trying to ponder.
Yet also braces for screams.
(Ren Shi)
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[22:58] Ethan wasn't thinking much of the situation at hand. He still wasn't certain why Reito had guided him to the jail instead of anywhere else or why she was the one dealing with prisonners over other people. Still, his eyes remained stuck onto the Kitsune was a great deal of mana was being pushed and forced upon the young redhead. Something was... Not normal. The Wayfinder could feel the intent of the Chancellor's doing clearly and how intensely her cosmic energy was being forced into Constantin's body.

It was reminiscing of one of the bigger, brighter stars in the spirit world, the kind that drew far more of the lifestream to itself than most - just what kind of energy was she burning in order to press and destroy the occultic forces in that guy's body?

.. No wonder people were scared of Satsuki. No wonder she told him she would've done much worse to him if it weren't for her arm when Ethan lost it all. This was no nullification of occult force; this was a complete eradication.

".. Scary."
(Ethan Hawke)
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[23:04] " Oh ok� ", he said unsure of what is gonna happen.

The boy could notice the tatoo, the nine tailed fox. He clearly has no idea of what it is, but he likes it. As the Kitsune gently put her hand on his head, he could feel a different power. It was very strong, so strong that it made him uncomfortable.

Constantin seemed mindless during the process, the Kitsune's power. The occultic power were all drowning his occult magic. It was painful, very painful. A tear slowly shows himself to gently fall on his cheek. There was only one thing he could think during the process , he thinks over and over.

Despite the fact that the kitsune has already done a part of her job, he'd simply fall on his knee, with a mindless look resting on his face.
(Constantin)
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[23:04] " Oh ok� ", he said unsure of what is gonna happen.

The boy could notice the tatoo, the nine tailed fox. He clearly has no idea of what it is, but he likes it. As the Kitsune gently put her hand on his head, he could feel a different power. It was very strong, so strong that it made him uncomfortable.

Constantin seemed mindless during the process, the Kitsune's power. The occultic power were all drowning his occult magic. It was painful, very painful. A tear slowly shows himself to gently fall on his cheek. There was only one thing he could think during the process , he thinks over and over.

Despite the fact that the kitsune has already done a part of her job, he'd simply fall on his knee, with a mindless look resting on his face.
(Constantin)
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[23:06] Syracuse watched the happenings with a critical gaze. Though his eyes hardened at the sight, his facial features themselves. Remained ever warm and smiling. It wasn't something he'd ever thought possible in truth.

Yet, even his dulled senses could feel what was happening. He didn't know what a Sunyata was, but he could guess. Some method of purging the occultic energies from one's mana circuits.

It wasn't a scene he wished to take part in. Considering what that would no doubt due to his own personality. After all the last time he'd seen something like this once. Except, not quite. That had been the act of the Occultists own doing. A mastering of the madness. This was something much worse, at-least in his eyes.

His only visible response to the sight would be raising the vodka bottle to his lips and taking a long drink. He'd upturn the bottle for a moment, then with a sad realization that his vodka was gone he'd simple set the glass down.

It appeared his decision to keep his occultic talents hidden was a wise one. There was a hint of a scowl just barely touching his features now. Something about the direct effort to modulate a persons choices, something about the forced control over their will. It left a kernel of disgust in the Neries stomach. Somethings where just not natural.
(Syracuse Fengari)