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Post by Nanari on Feb 25, 2015 22:52:17 GMT
Nanari smiled sadly, Chester was alive, but not really, not how she should be. In the small amount of time they have seen each other, even Nanari knew she was mindless to everything, alive but not living... It was as if a piece of her was missing, and only a selected one could fill that void. "I wont judge you for that decision, but remember, she may not forget, and if that happens, we may find you guys meet one day, if she finds out your alive, and didn't contact her... Things may be worse for you. And what about Gensho? You going to stay out of his life too, not to sound mean or rude, but he lost two brothers... He sticks to Chester like glue almost... If you intend to stay away from Chester, you will have to remain from him too... And I know nothing would make him happier then to see you alive, Chester as well." Nanari really did fear what would happen if they discovered the truth about Flood In the future. Knowing if this was the friend Chester had been talking about, then she would be more heartbroken then she is now. But Nanari said no more on the matter, not wanting to upset Flood anymore so. Smiling up to Flood, Nanari contemplated the information told, perhaps this would be something they look into first, it may be a good thing to use as to help someone, and in time they may be able to chose when to use it. "Hmm, perhaps you can learn to use it... It may help you to see who needs help, or those who deserve it anyways. Anything else you noticed before anything... Like its look or whatever?" If Nanari could find out all he knew so far, she would be able to come up with a plan to help him ease into it all. The sooner the better as long as he was ready. Smiling softly, Nanari made sure Flood was looking right at her. "The best thanks, will be for you to not self loath, to believe you belong. I don't need you to do anything more. Okay?"
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Post by Flood/Akvan on Feb 26, 2015 22:26:02 GMT
Flood took a deep breath. How could he have almost forgotten about Gensho? His dearest brother, the one that Akvan had cared for for seventeen long years. Flood felt a foul taste in his mouth. All of these people, ones Flood cared about the most. It pained his heart to think he couldn't see them again, and all the points Nanari gave made Flood desperate to go and find them now. But something stopped him, well, many things prevented Flood from the temptation to return to the life he'd once had. Because he knew what happened to that life, he'd been targeted, and those closest to Akvan had been used to get him do things, evil things. And then there was the fact that still made Flood sick. Akvan wasn't even real, he was just a good spirit forced to possess Shinda and stop him from destroying everything. Flood had the same memories, the same personality, but he could no longer believe in his previous agenda. Akvan was a failure, and he died doing the only good thing in his life. Flood could fight his feelings all he wanted, but facing facts, he was different from his old self. Akvan died, that had to be realised. What if Flood was to return to his old life, to Akvan's friends, and then fall back down to that path. Flood didn't think he could live with the fact that for so long, people like Gensho and Onrah and Chester, good people with good souls, were dedicating their precious ability to love to nothing but a mere spirit doomed to die. All the pain and suffering they went through just to protect Akvan, only for him to never have truly existed, it wasn't something Flood wanted to consider fully. He didn't want to think on such things, not right now anyway. Flood drank up the last of his water, feeling it go down easier, although felt more like syrup in his messed up insides. It was faint, but Flood almost felt as if there was some sort of work going on inside of him, with the slight feeling only the Sun Goddess gave. Perhaps she hadn't abandoned Flood after all, and was only dormant whilst keeping Flood's body from falling apart. Flood hummed, looking around the room with his strange vision, all until it began to make him nauseous again. "It's like... the world is black and white... apart from souls. Everything is... sketchy... incomplete..." Flood found it hard to describe, especially something as surreal as this. No one could comprehend this kind of vision, and whilst Flood felt blessed that because of his blood, he could see the world in a way no one else could, he also felt a little... freaky. Flood looked back at Nanari as she seemed determined to get his gaze, "I shall... try." He muttered, before frowning a moment. He was trying to remember how to do something, remembering what it felt like to move the muscles in his face to make himself smile. Flood smiled as best as he could for now, "And I would... like to help still... even in simple things." He added. Right now, Flood needed to focus on getting a grip on this world, in baby steps as Nanari said. If doing cleaning, cooking food, sorting out clothes or any other simple house task would slowly get Flood back up and moving, then he saw it as a duty, and not just to help and express gratitude. Flood glanced to his hands, and then to his legs. Still invisible, at least in his surreal vision. Sighing, Flood tried moving them, feeling next to nothing as he did so, although to everyone else, it looked as though he was straightening his leg out horizontally. "I still can't... feel anything... it's like... my body is mist."
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Post by Nanari on Feb 27, 2015 14:12:56 GMT
Nanari didn't miss the way Flood turned silent, but she let him contemplate the information given. If it was going to be anyone's choice on what to do, it had to be his and his alone. And as much as Nanari wanted him to know what she thought the best decision was, and to tell them herself, she would respect his decision, no matter how much she hates it. Giving a small smile, the silence dragged on what seemed to be forever, and she knew what choice he made, and how he avoided the topic all together... She wouldn't stop trying to get him to see reason... But she wouldn't force an option on him. Looking down slightly, Nanari let the conversation move on, listening to how he described his vision, it seemed strange, and nothing like she had heard, but Nanari wouldn't let that stop her from trying to help. She could only assume two things; either, his vision was permanently in this way, and he would have to learn to adapt to it, or his vision was still sorting itself out, she hoped for his sake, for it to be the latter. "It sounds like your seeing everything for what it is, rather then what we portray... Like, you can see our soul, who we are truly. Not who we show ourselves to be... Get what I mean?" It was hard to explain, but Nanari hoped that Flood would understand, and maybe if she was right, it would come in handy with his plans for the world. Smiling slightly at even the prospect of him trying. "Trying as all anyone can do." She didn't really know what he could help with, besides helping to cook, or when she needed help with her healing duties. But that didn't mean she wasn't grateful for the thought. Watching Flood try to comprehend his movements, Nanari admittedly gave off a small chuckle at his words. "Imagine being able to turn into mist... Like you can create a figure from it... But the second you go to touch them, your hand just goes through with no efforts..."
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Post by Flood/Akvan on Feb 27, 2015 20:24:24 GMT
Flood tried blinking hard, attempting to turn the vision on and off. It would be hard to find the trigger, the thing that Flood could turn on and off to control his vision. Right now, he didn't have a say in when the black and white world took over or not. Just like he didn't have a say in his body right now, and it continued to dance in and out of existence like a flame or steam. The way Nanari put his vision made Flood want to smile again. It was a nice way of putting things, the idea that Flood was seeing the world in a simple form, he saw the template for which everything was based on. What he could do from that, Flood didn't know. He hummed, rubbing his eyes a little, "The colours I see.. I don't know how to read them... and yet I still understand what they represent... It's like I know, but don't know." Flood replied, almost chuckling in a harsh way. "There's a lot... I don't understand about myself anymore." He muttered, looking down to his disappearing body. He lifted part of his lip to Nanari's statement. Trying only went so far, and one could only try for so long before they gave up. Flood didn't want that to be the case. He would understand why those around him slowly dropped off to give up on their dreams of saving the world, but Flood knew he wouldn't have the choice to go back. It wasn't a case of trying to save the world, Flood had to save it. No matter what, Flood would never stop trying his hardest to get there, from baby steps to giant leaps. Flood glanced to his hands once more, the idea of not only looking like mist, but actually becoming it. To anyone else, it sounded ridiculous, no one could even understand what Flood looked like in his own vision. But it stirred something in Flood, like it might just be possible. Flood attempted to move his legs enough to get up, before collapsing the moment his legs shook uncontrollably. Flood hid his pain, knelling on the floor, and holding onto a small side table. "Mist... isn't too easy to... walk on." He attempted to jest to Nanari, smiling slightly. He looked at his hand on the table, contemplating something. He then pressed as hard down on the table as he could, until it felt like he might break through it. In his strange world, Flood's white, misty hand was flattening down against the table. Giving it a last bit of force, something sparked inside of Flood. His hand felt like it had exploded, and in a way it had. For Flood's hand had decomposed into a strange, white shadow, passing right through the table like it wasn't even there. He winced, but also stared wide eyes at the new appearance, not even knowing that it was also visible to Nanari and anyone else. Pulling the hand out of the table, Flood could only stare at it for a short while, before his eyes dropped like heavy weights, and Flood passed out, falling back onto the floor. He'd drained all of his magic, even when only changing his hand into the white mist. But it only took a couple of minutes to wake up again, groaning as he lifted himself to sit awkwardly on the floor. "What was... that?" Flood asked, becoming more and more spooked by his own body.
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