Ring 2

[23:36] Rindou Sakamoto says, "... It's time."
[23:39] Rindou moved further south. If she was going to do this it would have to be in the best spot possible. Despite all of her intent and will to falsify who she was - to give off a glow that could no longer be there she... still believed that those values were the right ones.

Kindness, respect, understanding. There was nothing wrong with that. The way that they had been interpreted in the past, however, had been completely wrong. Her mentor allowed Agartha to fall into a crisis of sorts for the sake of making one man happy - of preserving love.

Jiuweihu may not forgive Rindou for this.

"I trust you lot to finish the ring after that. I have no idea what'll happen to me."
(Rindou Sakamoto)
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[23:42] The Ultovexian nodded.

"After tha' intial light is placed inta the crystal, it can b sealed. From tha', it can b forged inta a ring, an' it's properties tested ta b correct. But very much, ya. Tha' first step would b the placement o' ya light into tha' ring."

"O' the forgin' o' the ring. 'spose tha' could happen consecutively."
(Despair)
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[23:45] Garrick would take a step back as he crossed his crack scaled arms over his broad chest with an idle hum, the drakan tugging steadily at his raggedy cigarette as he mulled over Rindou's resolve with a degree of respectful deference. Nodding lightly over to Sors, the fire drakan would snap his claws together with an affirmative gesture as he shrugged his shoulders lightly.

"Could do either. Already gauged the crystal's measurements when I was gawkin' at it, should be able to make an adequate socket. Ring work's not real trouble to hammer out either. Perks of being a walking powder keg, magma magic makes just about anywhere with soil a forge. This...is soil right? Not just pretend?"
(Garrick)
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[23:48] The woman stands with her arms folded. Her idea was shot down - replaced instead by an analogue alternative.

As the one cosmic mage present, as well as an exorcist, one might think this musician knew something of light.

"Pouring the light into it before we shape the stone may be problematic..." The woman comments in an almost patronizing tone.

Beyond that, she says nothing more.
(Melody Ultovex)
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[23:51] Rindou took a few more steps away from the rest of the people. Melody's words were heard - she had almost forgotten about the first and most important step of it all; to give the light a place to reside and bore the hole it would live in. She shifted to face Sors, expecting him to manifest the right tool.
(Rindou Sakamoto)
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[23:56] The Ultovexian seemed to consider Melody's words for a few seconds. Occultism could be felt radiating at the tips of his clawed fingers, and he took it like a string, straightening it out.

"I think it real 'pends. From ma mind's eye, it's bes' ta hav' tha' light in tha' crystal 'fore attachin' it ta the ring. Tha' way we see the properties tha' the ring will b enhancin'."

"An' wouldn't bet on this. This place ain't ya typical reality. I believe tha' there is a forge upon tha' mountain. After tha' changes hav' been made ta the crystal, we can make the ring at the forge. Should b soon."

He rolled the occultism at the tip between his forefinger and thumb. He does not draw out a tool, instead suddenly hurling the tiny occultic needle at the crystal, having it puncture the side of the object and make a tiny hole before dispersing it before it would come out the other side.

"Need a larger hole o' will tha' do?"
(Despair)
[00:01] It's almost reflexively that Rindou brought the crystal up to catch that needle. She had been struck by so many of those before - she wasn't going to let another one of them run through her like that. A small huff left her lips as she peered into the darkness - not seeing the hole.

A finger traced its way over the crystal to actually feel it, locate it and keep it under her watch.

What a horrible method for something necessary.

She turned to face the south once more, answering the Ultovex with a shake of her head before she moved to sit down, cross-legged.

".. It'll do."

This was it, wasn't it?
(Rindou Sakamoto)
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[00:03] Garrick would nod lightly, if inquisitively to Sors as he took a progressive drag from his raggedy cigarette with a pensive hum. So the soil he stood on wasn't normal then, didn't obey the same laws of earth and fire that the standard landmass did. That was....fascinating. The crack scaled smith had nothing to compare it to in his experience, but he wouldn't complain about seeing something new.

"Good, precise. Who knows what sorta shit could happen if you cracked that thing and tried powering it. Sounds like a whole bunch of whoopsie daisies just waiting to happen. Mountain'll do, figure if there ain't a forge there we can make one."
(Garrick)
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[00:17] The young woman takes a deep breath, her eyes falling shut. A silent apology to Jiuweihu is made from within the realm she could not access. Part of the reason she believed her glow had yet to depart was due to their location, too. The sun had yet to shed its light upon her ever since she had embrace the way she lost, ever since she had given in to this.. despair. This desire.

She knew she wouldn't last long under the star's watch as she was; she would lose her glow and her cover would be blown. That cover was important. If people knew she had given into the horrible feelings that gnawed upon her heart they may just treat her like Aurora had, if not worse.

This was her last chance at making a good impression. Her lips barely parted to let out some air. Fingertips felt over the small hole again and again, making sure that it was there - that it was present. The young woman's features faltered a bit.

I'm sorry, but... You probably already knew I'd fail, didn't you? You should have placed your hopes in someone stronger.

The dim light that surrounded her suddenly took upon an impressive, undeniable glow. Rindou's mind began racing as she focused upon all of those tenets, all of those virtues that the sun had passed down upon them.

Kindness for agartha. Understanding of her own position. Respect of her weaknesses. A twisted version of the blessing that had been given to her, although one that could be freely unleashed from within the worldscape.

All that light traveled down Rindou's arms, focused and allowed to escape from her fingetip and into the small, small hole. It was as if she was channeling every bit of hope for herself she had into this. Every bit of thought that things would get better without this kind of ridiculous sacrifice was cast away.

She was weak.
She was unloved.
She was a traitor.
She was a villain.
She was heartless.
She was a poor medic.
She was the lowest of all.
She was only human.
She was not meant for this blessing.

The light flickered, falling silent and exploding outwards from time to time as Rindou's heart further shattered itself with all of the humanity she felt she had left being poured into the most horrible of things.

For she saw no other solution. Jiuweihu would disapprove of her and... fooling others was the only way she'd be able to survive long enough to attain the strength she needed - the powers she required to make a change. To become the kind of person she wanted to be, the kind of person that was respected by all, just like those illustrious leaders and heroes alike.

The kind of person that could rival Caira.

Tears quietly traced their way down her cheeks as her glow grew as dark as the backdrop surrounding her. Heat escaped from her fingertips, molten rocks burned bright for a moment as they were forcefully stuffed into the small hole - trapping all of that light within and... cooling off to seal it.

For Jiuweihu's blessing would remain within that crystal now.
(Rindou Sakamoto)
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[00:24] The duality of feeling is sensed by the Ultovexian, remaining from his nearby perch as he watched the ritual. Rindou exhibited both the quality that she had fought with before, the feeling of wanting to do good. But as she worked it was as if he could feel the other feeling. The self doubt, the pain, the suffering, Despair.

The feeling of not being worthy was touched, of being only human, unable to do more. His lips formed a singular line as he felt it, like person trailing their finger across the water's edge. No, closer to a person with red food coloring on their finger dying the liquid a new hue.

Despair clung to him, and it infected, spread as it's own plague to another victim. He only nodded in approval.

"Tha' world is sufferin' ya know. It is Hel we're walkin' through." He spoke too charismatically as he could almost feel her tears from afar. Then he turned.

"Ya will need ta seal tha' hole Garrick, an' get tha' ring ready. If ya got tha' estimations o' it ready, I can rift ya back ta tha' mountain an' we can avoid those opoosie daises, ya?"
(Despair)
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[00:37] Garrick would watch the display with his molten eyes as he puffed steady rings of smoke from his cigarette, molten eyes watching the light figuratively, and in this case quite literally leave the woman before him as she fell into the depths of despair from her sacrifice. The fire drakan might have felt some sense of pity once, flecks of empathy for one that had fallen to darkness after being bathed in a blessing.

Once, perhaps.

Yet, as the fire drakan paced across the worldscape's false earth with idle clanks of his black sabatons, his molten eyes glowing with intensity as they trailed over the subject of his efforts to come, all the crack scaled smith could see was fire. An inferno that would scorch the island until all the rot was cleansed at last. He was not unfamiliar with this lowness, with the emptiness that came from the depths of despair.

It was there, after all, that he'd discovered the flames of hatred. And it was there that he'd learned to never let them go. To never suppress them again as long as he lived and there was still ash to make.

His claw would glow hot with molten intensity as he approached the crystal with an engineer's caring touch, trailing it delicately across the confines of the abyssal gem without the slightest scratch as the fervent heat grew brighter and brighter. Compressed, held within much as one swallowed fury, the flame burnt at its brightest and most intense without the slightest flicker.

Dipping lightly within the miniscule hole and its molten seal that had been applied with cursory application by Rindou, the slightest of swirls with the barest tip of his molten claw would trace in a careful spiral around the puncture, melding the material as he condensed it with a delicate gravitic well, a pinprick of pressure and force to ensure not the slightest bit of light trailed out.

And just like that, it was sealed. A spiral all that remained of the leakage that was now reinforced and shut.

"That should hold. And yeah, if I didn't get a good enough view before, I did now. Socket should be nothing, looks like Rindou here did the real bootwork. Probably needs a lemonade or somethin'"
(Garrick)