Spirit Dance I [5/31]

[16:01] Tieru glances around.

"Can't say I've paid much more mind beyond the greenery here." The trees were a notably different breed that came on in; Myllanisian wood from their own groves. "The castle is likely still a bit of a mess on the outside, but who knows what the plan is for that."

The ruling seat of monarchs has no place in a land with no King, though some part of him didn't doubt that Romani planned to use it himsef.

"It'll be a bit longer before the outer defenses are repaired, and the homes..." Another shift, peering past Walter and the markets. "...well. Some could be salvaged.

Others could not. It's progress, though, day in and day out."
(Tieru Avlee)
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[16:03] A welcome distraction comes in the form of Tieru remarking on the changed greenery. She snaps her head around to admire it anew. That's a far better silver lining than anything the Teraphim's mentioned so far.

"Castles're overrated anyway," she offers.

"It's nice that things're getting fixed. Bet there's less ghosts now too."

Leni doesn't feel like finding out just now.
(Leni)
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[16:04] Armondt says, "At least the houses over in that rural-y residential district seem fine. Even if... y'know. "
[16:05] Armondt says, "It ain't seem people live there so much as their crops do."
[16:06] Tieru Avlee says, "Rarely did anyone live there but the poor 'servants' they used to till their land."
[16:07] Tieru Avlee says, "Rhyonish mostly, if my history of this land serves me right."
[16:07] Leni says, "I like the trees you put in."
[16:07] Leni says, "Makes this place way better."
[16:08] Tieru Avlee says, "They're good trees. I like to think they carry spirits of the woods in them."
[16:08] Tieru Avlee says, "They don't, but I like to believe it."
[16:08] Leni asks, "Are you sure they don't?"
[16:09] Tieru seems to glance forward, humming lightly.

Everything had an impact on the spirit realm, didn't it?

"No," Confesses Tieru with a light smile upon his face. "I suppose I don't. Maybe if you meditate on one you'll feel it?"
(Tieru Avlee)
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[16:10] Noriko says, "Walter."
[16:10] Noriko says, "Let me."
[16:10] Noriko says, "Hit you."
[16:10] Leni says, "I could. Try looking? I don't know if there's still ghosts here."
[16:10] Armondt says, "It'll be there if ya look for it. Maybe it won't. But I'm sure you'll find somethin' if ya do."
[16:10] Walter Docro asks, "Why?"
[16:10] Noriko says, "Because I need the practice..."
[16:10] Walter Docro says, "I'm in the middle of something."
[16:10] Walter Docro says, "Fight Blyze."
[16:11] Noriko says, "You're just sitting here."
[16:11] Walter Docro says, "Exactly."
[16:12] Walter Docro says, "Begone."
[16:12] Noriko says, "...Wow you're such a lazy- Mh."
[16:12] Leni fits and fidgets. She does not want to see any ghosts today. Unless they're like the ones in the academy. Those weren't exactly tortured souls. They were more like schoolyard bullies. Actually, that's precisely what they were, but it's not the point.

The druid turns to face the central tree and takes a few cautious steps towards it. She, literally, plants her feet in the soil and a haze of blue flickers over her eyes as she examines the tree.

"...Oh! Oh hey!" she chirrups excitedly. "I see one! A big one!"
(Leni)
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[16:13] Noriko says, "Morning miss Ella."
[16:15] Admittedly, Tieru hadn't expected it to be the truth.

Nor did he expect Leni to be able to see it. Her, too?

The smile fades for just a moment before slowly perking up. "They allow you to see them?" Queries the Teraphim, gazing upon the tree. He doesn't bother to force himself to try--he hadn't yet attuned enough to bother.

He simply gazes in the direction, appreciating it.

"I suppose I should not be surprised a few followed from our sacred grove.

Is it angry, Leni? For what we've done?"
(Tieru Avlee)
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[16:18] The only thing that Armondt is able to pick up on is a precipitous change in Leni's mana, and even then his senses there are fairly faint. This was interfacing with the world on a level he actually wasn't aware of up to now. "Ya-- see a spirit." He steps forward just a bit, leans forward, and looks at the pale blue haze over her eyes.

"That's new to me... Huh." The courier scratches the back of his head, turning now to the tree to try and suss out what he can of it. It's definitely a tree. It has firm, somewhat scratchy-looking bark. Its leaves are broad, tussle and sway gently in the wind, and have plenty of chlorophyll.

...He doesn't see it, but he's sufficiently impressed, and clearly believes that she does. "A tree's a tree, right? What of it do ya see?"
(Armondt)
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[16:22] "Wait. Am I not supposed to see 'em?" Leni asks as she whirls around towards Armondt and Tieru again. The supernatural sight colors her vision in strange ways, making her head dizzy. Then she turns back to the tree with a wobble.

"I don't do it a lot. I don't want to see the ghosts." It's plenty enough reason, given what happened the last time she attempted something similar in this place. As lucky would have it she can't see any shades of the war's victims nearby.

"I can't tell if its angry. It's got a weird face. And I haven't tried talking to them yet. Should I try?"

Thank the powers that be that there's still some sense of wonder to be found in the world after all. There's still questions with answers that aren't so horribly upsetting she wishes she'd never asked them at all.

"The trees there. But it's all glowy. And it's got this big thing wrapped around it."
(Leni)
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[16:25] An errant glance is given to the seated Teraphim on the west.

"Spiritual sight is a concession by the spirits that you are worthy of seeing them. That they, in you, bestow their trust." How timely it was for Leni to show off such a power! A power that even he didn't quite understand. "You, at this time, know more then I of the spirit's wants."

Perhaps vastly overselling it; it meant that they simply trusted Tieru less then Leni. The fae-like girl and her go-lucky nature had charmed them.

An uphill battle faces the occultist still seeking to understand his impact upon this world and the next.

"Do as you will, Leni.

Let me know what you find."
(Tieru Avlee)
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[16:27] Misha exclaims, "Heya!"
[16:27] Yersin says, "Oh hey, s'Lenny."
[16:27] Misha does the routine, leap at Leni for a forced hug.
(Misha)
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[16:27] Yersin says, "An' Armon, no less."
[16:27] Yersin says, "Crazy."
[16:27] Leni gets tackled and pulled into a hug, her eyes still glowing blue. Seeing Yersin and Misha in this way is dizzying, but of course she's going to return a hug. It's a cold, dark day when she doesn't.
(Leni)
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[16:27] Leni says, "Oof- uh, hey, Mish. Yers."
[16:27] Misha says, "Hehe.."
[16:28] Walter's languid, droning stare punctures Leni's silhouette. Though he had learned of her talents congealing into higher realms of perception much earlier than that day, this would be the first day the kitsune got to witness and experience her mutations firsthand. Though naturally, he's keen on either commenting, discussing or inquiring on the geist-sight further, pride barricades any verbatim emote from escaping past his contemplative, severe gaze.

His body language however remains electric, as the entirety of his colossal figure leans over to see in bigger detail.

Eventually, he can no longer help himself from questioning the nature of her perception.

"Big thing wrapped around it, you say? What's it look like? Please, share."
(Walter Docro)
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[16:31] Yersin's got all the wear of a cross-continent journey, his boots and coattails covered in dirt, mud, and sand. As Misha goes right for a hug, the rat's busy scratching away behind one of those round ears of his, red hues squinting at Leni's... Blues?

"Why yer eyes like.. Th'opposite of mine? Y'been smokin' something new?" The mouseman's lips purse as his gaze narrows. "Cause if so I'm gunna have t'confiscate it. No drugs fer you."
(Yersin)
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[16:32] Yersin says, "I'm th'one with glowy eyes. Quit it."
[16:32] Kofe says, "Hey, beautiful."
[16:33] Armondt greets the newly-arrived Misha and Yersin with a nod, still a fair bit thrown about Leni's whole 'blue-sight' thing going on here. It was something he'd seen shades of before, but nothing made so clear as to actually have a visual effect. "I mean, if ya see 'em, then like Roo says, it means they wanna be seen. By you, at least."

Everybody else, functionally, were then just laypeople. There was only one professional here now. "She's lookin' at ghosts, Yers. Or... spirits. In particular, the spirit of this big ol' tree." He squints at the tree again, but once more only sees the great Myllenoran bark for what it is.

A tree. A pretty tree, but still just a tree.

"Can't say I ain't curious too. Go on, ask 'em questions as ya like. I know ya got plenty in the dome."
(Armondt)
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[16:33] Kofe offers a hand to Ella.

"Wanna go for a walk?"
(Kofe)
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[16:33] Ella would take Kofe's hand.

"Always." She smiled at him.
(Ella Gracia)
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[16:36] Walter languidly beckons Yersin and Misha over. "Leni has awakened to new realms of perception. It'd be wise to refrain from obstructing her field of view for now."
(Walter Docro)
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[16:38] There's a lot going across the field of her vision. A lot of colors of different hues and shades.

"No, I'm not smoking stuff right now, I promise," she says, putting her hand over her heart.

"Yeah. There's a big spirit on that tree, and I'm looking at it." The druid looks to be pointing at a perfectly plain Myllenorian tree. Beautiful, but otherwise outwardly unremarkable when compared to the others of its kind.

"It's...It's like...You know the centipedes? All those arms and legs and armor plates? It looks like that, bug huuuuuuge. And it doesn't have a regular face. It's got, like. It's wearing a mask or something. And it's just got these two big black eyeholes and one round hole for a mouth."

It's the best she can describe it. She's been given the honor of peering on this spirit, and it behooves her to describe it for those that can't.

"It's not talking, but it's sorta' doing one of these numbers."

Leni plants her arms by her side, as her feet are already literally planted in the soil, and she wiggles fluidly back and forth.

"Maybe that means it's happy? Are you happy?"

For her it's fascinating to watch this spirit do its winding, flexible dance and join in with. Everyone else just sees some nature weirdo.
(Leni)
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[16:40] Mish obviously let go of poor Leni on the dog's word, she didn't want to get between or ruin this … High?

In any case, she wound up on the far side with her brother, smiling away for no apparent reason, other than just seeing her friend.
(Misha)
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[16:45] Delson Vambrien whispers something.
[16:45] Armondt endeavors to visualize what kind of skin this creature wears. A centipede wrapped around a tree with a three-holed mask. ...Actually, it wasn't too difficult to think up. But it was also apparently wiggling back and forth. "Big... Wiggly." There was no other moniker that he was prepared to offer such a spirit.

Maybe it already had a name as it was, but Big Wiggly seemed somehow right. "I could see it. Well, not see see it, but I can imagine what you're talkin' about. Does it got any crazy colors? Is it's just doin' its thing?" There was a palpable, growing fascination. Imagine all of the spirits, kind or malicious, they might have completely missed up to this point.

It was, literally, on an entirely different level than what they'd been accustomed to at this point. "Hel. I'm kinda jealous." That it didn't seem to be lashing uot at anyone surely had to beevidence that it wasn't furious as Tieru had considered, right?

That had to count for something.
(Armondt)
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[16:46] Big...

"That's a grand deal more then I expected." Confesses the Teraphim, his arms folding gently upon one another. "Most spirits speak.

If it's happy though, I'm happy.

Maybe let it be?"
(Tieru Avlee)
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[16:56] Though the entire prospect of spirit communication is mostly alien to Walter, past the sparse recollections of delusional fits and visions caused by divine intervention, the kitsune is completely immersed in Leni's description, as if the images were being fed directly into his brain via narration.

And as Tieru and Armondt make their observations permeable to the druidess, Walter seems to allow for his to brew up for just a bit longer. It's innately sulky in nature as his monotone brings itself to vociferate.

"... I can't help but to wonder, the things it may have bore witness to. The gutters, the injustices, the repressions. All that's transpired here in this same plaza."

A longer interval of inexpressiveness allows silence to more comfortably find its seat, as Walter ponders further.

"If it's happy - then it must have its reasons."
(Walter Docro)
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[17:00] Leni's perfectly happen to dance with the spirit a little while longer, sinuously flowing back and forth from the plot of dirt where she's rooted. It even brings a smile to light up her face.

But, as the Teraphim observes, it is probably best to leave it be if it's happy.

"Thanks for letting me see you. It was really nice. I'll bring you something cool," she proclaims to the invisible entity bound to the tree. The blue haze flickers from over her eyes and her vision returns to normal. A jarring experience, but looking about no longer makes her dizzy.

Leni rubs her fists over her eyes and blinks away some serious spots. She visibly shies away from Walter's suggestions at the atrocities, injustices, and repressions. There's no reply to that from her.

"Anyway uh...Hey, Mish! Yers. What's up?"
(Leni)