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Post by Wuubi on Dec 6, 2019 5:34:07 GMT -8
Okay, so we are lost, right?
It would seem so little one, are you sure you followed my directions?
To the letter sir.
Wuubi was stood outside of a rather strange looking place called Pilaf land, from the sounds echoing from within it seemed like people were either getting murdered or enjoying themselves immensely. Everything was rather brightly coloured and it had come as something of a shock to Wuubi compared to the drab and sombre tones of her home with the cult. Travelling up the mountain hadn’t been too hard for someone that could just float up the surface instead of having to try and walk over the unstable looking rock and ice, but it left the question of how the others got here.
Sir, would it be possible that the strong people you sought are taking time to enjoy themselves here?
Hmm, possibly but it’d make me think less of them if they were not pursuing their strength. Perhaps they are just naturally gifted and have no drive nor ambition to improve.
Wuubi took a hesitant step forwards, joining a small cue of people that seemed to lead inside, if she was to search for those of strength without giving herself away then flying over the checkpoint seemed like a terrible idea. In fact Yakun had stressed upon her the importance of using as little of her energy as possible until they were assuredly in the presence of those who could do the same. Something about panic and vengeful angry crowds having slain his last, inferior, vessel.
There is some kind of border check? What should I do?
She felt the itch behind her right eye and pretended to gently rub at it to hide the change that had come over it before letting Yakun see the small boxed in uniformed man they were approaching before it faded as quickly as it had come and she quietly sighed in relief that it was only a short term loss of vision this time around. It was always a little unnerving losing some of your depth perception, and her stumbling drew attention that she shouldn’t to keep Yakun a secret. She didn’t want anyone taking him from her after all.
You still have a little of that zenni from those bandits right? The man will ask for an amount of them in exchange for being allowed in. It’s simple really.
It was simple, that much was for sure she had managed to notice that there was an admission fee posted next to the man in the glass fronted box and she could be prepared, having just a little over the amount ready to go and when it became her turn to approach, held out the money towards him without speaking. This apparently wasn’t quite the right thing to do, maybe she’d done so too forcefully as he leaned back a little in his chair and hesitated before accepting the amount and then providing her with a small piece of paper saying -admit one- and a red hat with a little star upon it. She didn’t really see the reason for this but turned and moved to follow the family group that had gone before her.
She was stopped in her movements by a small metal bar on a wheel, it didn’t much move when she pushed at it and she paused, looking confused since the previous family had gotten past without much issue. As as she stood in thought the woman that had been behind her had caught up and told her in a pitying voice that it never worked right for her either and inserted her slip of paper into a slot beside the metal bar, claiming that if they were quick both of them could get through. Wuubi tensed up as the woman got too close to her for comfort and was about to defend herself when her weight on the bar caused it to now move and the pair stumbled past the little obstacle. Dusting herself off she murmured a brief thanks to the woman before walking away as quickly as she could. Yakun had said nothing of her and had instructed her that he would tell her when she’d found the right individual.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2019 8:46:07 GMT -8
"Hmm?" He arched a brow as he stood with hands in his pockets, peering up near the front of the line where a small commotion seemed to be taking place. The zombie-like people standing in line swayed back and forth like milling sheep, frowns permanently plastered to their faces in a strange contrast to the mirth and whimsy of the grand musical park beyond. Some of them grumbled and gossiped. Others tried to corral their feisty children who were eager to get inside. They certainly didn't appreciate the hold up. His amber eyes landed on the strange girl at the box office, a wad of zeni held in her grasp. It seemed more than necessary... way more. So much so the box office staff worker seemed taken back by the amount. After a few minutes of deliberating, he accepted the money and handed the girl a ticket. One might surmise that would be the end of the ordeal. Not by a long shot—she seemed unfamiliar with the turn stile itself. Such a strange girl, oddly out of place even in a wacky place such as Pilaf Land. And in Ori's book, strange meant interesting. He squatted, bending at his knees. The muscles in his legs tensed, rippling beneath the fabric of his white harem pants before launching him into the air in a brief, powerful spike of his ki. Ori sailed through the air, hands still held casually in his pockets before he somersaulted forward and landed at the front of the line and surprised a mother of three ornery brats. "I saw that." The box office worker blinked, stunned at Ori's sudden appearance. "W-What?" "I saw that. That girl. She overpaid for her ticket, didn't she?" He pressed his face to the smudged glass in an almost comical fashion, like an eager child peering through a glass display case at a much cherished toy. "That was worth more than one ticket, wasn't it, Gramps? You going to let me in or what?" "Huh? Let you in?" "She overpaid. Consider it my payment as well." Before the man could protest, Ori sprung over the turn stile with ease and strolled inside. He immediately pushed out with his aura, sensing for a strong opponent to fight. There weren't many around he could sense, and none visible. Save for one. Ori's eyes landed on the girl from earlier. He jogged a bit to catch up to her. "Hey, girly. Thanks for paying my way in. Of course, I could've gotten in by other means." Punching the guy's lights out would have worked just fine in his estimation. Yet his ribs were still bandaged from that 5 on 1 beatdown he suffered a few days ago. Best to take it easy right now, in case he ran into someone even stronger to fight. Ori slid his hands behind his head and hooked them, a jaunting whistle escaping him as his eyes drank in the sights all around them. "You really think this Pilaf guy was so special? I don't know. He seems like a real weakling to me." Wuubi [ 514 / 514 ]
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Post by Wuubi on Dec 12, 2019 3:07:14 GMT -8
Wuubi was quite overwhelmed at the park, there was so many people so much lights and sounds and strange-looking buildings. Quite a lot to deal with for someone used to the quiet life of preparation to die. She turned this way and and that, noting with care that there seemed to be a small map of sorts that some of the goers were staring at. It was better than nothing as a starting point but the descriptions of the various parts of Pilaf land made no sense to her really. There was nothing here indicating just where she could find anyone in charge or any give away of where people of power would be most likely to congregate. Her musing was interrupted by Yakun
Don’t react, just turn around now.
Huh?
She obeyed and saw a white haired man jogging over to see her, he didn’t seem particularly threatening in his action, neither was he an employee so she wasn’t entirely sure why Yakun had made her turn to see him before he arrived. His comment however, confused Wuubi just a touch and she stared blinking at him a moment or two before finally answering.
“You must be mistaken, sir. Someone else must have paid for you. Though I do doubt anyone here is wearing the same outfit as me.”
Be careful around him. He’s strong, strong enough to flatten you.
She paused again at the question trying to decide how much she should tell him of her reasons for coming here and deciding to mix in a little of the truth and a little of a lie, just to see if this man had approached her because he knew what she was or not. The later was a much better prospect really.
“Oh, I do not know much about Pilaf. I was sent here by the great divine Yakunitatanai, who spoke unto me while I was meditating in silent contemplation. Alas I do not know the purpose for my being here and was looking for something to call out to me as it were. But the land of Pilaf is not quite what I expected, I was assuming it was going to be more of a fortress city, but paying to get in and what appear to be cart rides that are scaring people to judge by the screams were not the expectation.”
Well, who would have thought you knew how to lie, I’ve never seen you meditate.
Technically I only do that when you are in charge sir.
“As for if Pilaf is a weakling… He owns all of this land, so perhaps his personal prowess is unimportant?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2019 6:09:30 GMT -8
She thought he was mistaken when he thanked her for paying his admission. Her clothing style and appearance were as odd as can be, and she stood out amidst the crowd like a polar bear in a dry desert. Then again, with his white shock of spiked hair and bruised face, so did he. Her manner of speech was strange: a slow, steady drawl with a hint or two of some archaic language Ori imagined was more common in ages long past. She did not know who Pilaf was, nor much about him. She could only guess at his importance. He planted his hands firmly upon his slender waist and leaned forward, peering closely at the girl. So close, in fact, he was breaking all sorts of unspoken rules about invading the personal space of another person. Not that he gave a damn about society's rules, as antisocial as one could get. Was she pranking him at the moment? Did she truly misunderstand the function and nature of the park? It certainly would align with his estimation that she wasn't from around those parts. And if that were the case, who was she? But what intrigued him the most... "The great divine Yakunitatanai?" He tasted the words, testing them on his tongue. Savoring the sound of such an odd name. "Who is that? Is that your master's name? Which dojo are you from?" Ori rose to his full height and folded his arms. A single index finger tapped idly at his cheek as he studied her, the crowd parting to either the left or right of them as they stood blocking the main thoroughfare. Tired parents grumbled at the unnecessary obstruction; the park was crowded enough. Children giggled and clutched their funnel cakes and stuffed bears as they stared at the tall man with the funny hair. Ori ignored them all. His gaze intent upon the girl. "If that's your master, can you tell me if he's strong? I would sure like to meet him." It would be a long shot, especially if he scared her. Instead, he squatted beside her and smiled, patting a hand gently atop her head. That was how you put children at ease, wasn't it? Of course he could only guess at her age. "I'm Orizuru, by the way. Wanna be friends?" How else would he get at this mysterious master of hers? Wuubi [ 398 / 912 ]
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Post by Wuubi on Dec 12, 2019 6:30:33 GMT -8
W...What do I do? Why is he staring at me so closely? Does he know you’re here?
He can’t do, relax.
Wuubi slowly leaned backwards as the man leaned forwards in kind it was very unnerving for the girl to have the taller man doing that to her was she supposed to move to stay put? She didn’t know. No one of the cult had done such a thing to her before now. They’d stood still and at a slight distance when dealing with her.
How much should I tell him of your divine nature sir?
Repeat exactly what I tell you girl...
“Indeed, Yakunitatanai. He who shall cleanse the world of wickedness and bring the faithful their just reward. I have been taught about him since my infancy and am very devout in following the teaching he hid for the those as seek him.”
Good girl.
Her gaze flicked back and forth to the people that were having to part around them, and she tried to get out of their way without much luck. So many rushing past and she almost crashed into the children trying to move. That just wouldn’t do. She’d have to be careful walking through this strange land of Pilaf’s so as not to damage her body. It wouldn’t do for yakun to have an inferior vessel because of her being clumsy
“M-Master? N-No sir, he is a Deity. Not my master. I have yet to lay eyes upon him. I imagine he’s unimaginably powerful if he is to be able to wipe out a planet and create it anew, sparing only those worthy.”
You’re getting too nervous, he might suspect something is amiss with what you say. Well remembered however, those who raised you taught you well about me.
She stopped stock still as that hand was put atop her head and one cheek and eye twitched slightly, wanting to slap at the man for daring to lay hands on Yakun’s vessel in such a demeaning way but restraining herself. He’d told her this man was much stronger than she after all and being violent here would only make her situation worse. Instead she tried her best to force a smile and answer as honestly as she could.
“I do not know. I’ve never had one before. Who are you sir? I am called Wuubi.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2019 8:32:02 GMT -8
The girl spoke, and he realized with a start it was no girl—but a woman. The maturity in her quiet tone was unmistakable. Despite her aloof appearance, she was rather alert to both him and their surroundings, even if said surroundings seemed to make her a bundle of nerves. Her name was Wuubi. Strange name for a strange-looking woman. And when she spoke of her supposed deity, it was with certain reverence and awe as if she felt it a grand privilege to invoke the name of her invisible deity. This seemed to bolster her statement that she was raised to follow him, and there was little question about her devout nature. Her words stirred something inside of him. That primordial part of his being that bristled at the thought of such a being existing. He was no fool, nor was he blind to their reality. Ori knew there was an after life: a place where the gods dwelt. There was no point in denying it. Gods and demons... they stalked the earthly plane and sought to make it their own. Yet what Ori struggled with was her unquestioning reverence for this "great divine." How could she hold such high views of a being she had never seen or heard, much less spoken to? What was the point of such blind devotion? "How can you know your deity is strong?" He raised a hand and clenched his fist. "I worship a deity too. It is this very fist. What I judge, it judges. What I absolve, it absolves. I control my own destiny. I don't give a damn what the gods do, so long as they stay out of my way." He cracked a smirk, a thin puckered scar along the left side of his face stretching from the effort. "I know how strong I am. I understand my natural limits. How do you know your master can remake this world in his own image? You just said you 'imagine' that he could. You can't know, can you? If he's real, and if he's strong... then show me." He hopped back from Wuubi and slid his hands casually into his pockets. The rest of the crowd gave them a wide berth on the boardwalk, leaving ample room for the proposed demonstration. "Show me your god, Wuubi. Show me how strong he is. Otherwise, I won't acknowledge him... and maybe neither should you." Blind reverence could lead to nothing but ruin in his estimation. Maybe the woman deserved a chance to realize this. Wuubi [ 423 / 1335 ]
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Post by Wuubi on Dec 12, 2019 10:45:21 GMT -8
Wuubi was given cause for pause once more, her expression going a little blank for a moment or two. Those words actually cut through to her just a little. How did she know that Yakun was strong, by all accounts he had failed to possess her body completely. How could a being reduce the world to ash if it couldn’t do something as seemingly simple as that. Wait no, he’d told her about that and how the cult had failed to properly prepare her for the ritual, the small mistakes resulting in only some of Yakun’s self joining with her form. Though it did make it difficult to explain just how she knew.
“I do not know for sure. But I have faith, Yakunitatanai would not be capable of cleansing the world were he weak. Other than that. I suppose once he hath come here you will have your proof sir.”
Both of them had a bit of a moment when he claimed that his fist was the deity that he worshipped, Yakun merely scoffing at the concept but Wuubi become more interested. Perhaps he too had a deity within his body, but it was confined to using only that one hand. She leaned forwards to inspect the raised fist and looked rather confusedly at him.
“Your fist is your deity? How do you worship it? Do you have to provide it with tribute? What about rituals of prayer? What happens to the divine if you injure your hand? Is it a conscious deity or a sleeping one? Does it talk?”
After he hopped backwards and demanded to see her god she didn’t really know what to do. Just slowly tilting her head to the side and looking at Ori like he was a bit of a madman before, with some encouragement from Yakun, laughing at the strange man as if he had told a rather good joke.
“Man of clan Orizuru, it is not my place to summon my deity, his will is above my own. I am but a humble servant, not fit to have received his blessings. I do not know what I can show you? That thanks to his touch in my life I can fly? Would that be sufficient? I know that others can also do the trick in some way and I know not how they do so. So I doubt it would really be showing the nature of the divine.”
Whatever you do, don’t let him goad you into a fight. He’ll just hurt you Wuubi.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2019 14:25:51 GMT -8
She had no feasible way to prove that her deity existed. It was, indeed, a matter of faith on her part. There was no sign she could perform, nor any ritual she could evoke to summon her master forth into the material world and grace them all with his divine presence. And even if she could, she would not. Once more, her great reverence and awe for her master was prevalent in the manner in which she spoke his name. There was her ability to fly, as well. But Wuubi recognized that this was no exclusive technique. It would prove nothing to anyone. He felt a mild irritation at her words. Ori frowned, letting out a small huff as his amber gaze slid off to stare into the distance as he listened to her words. His shoulders hunched, his bravado fading as quickly as it had risen within him. He bore the countenance of a child who had grown petulant once told he could not have the particular toy he so desired. "Figures... I knew you were full of crap, lady." How disappointing, truly. He had a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, Wuubi wasn't just some strange hick nutjob and there was truth to her words. Faith was good, but it was worthless in the light of cold hard facts. What worth was a god that could not be seen or heard, or better yet, challenged? "I say you're insane for believing in some invisible, all-powerful god. A god who can't even reassure you of his power. A god like that sounds like the sort that can be punched out on a whim." He shrugged. "Besides... you're right about one thing." He gave a light hop and bounced on the balls of his feet. On the second or third bounce, his feet never returned to the ground. He hovered several inches in the air, smirking at Wuubi all the same. "I can fly, too. No big deal. Enough about your fake deity. What about you? What can you do? Why don't you show me your strongest technique?" As always, it came back down to fighting. It was his life, his obsession. There was no language he spoke more clearly than the language of the fist. Wuubi [ 377 / 1712 ]
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Post by Wuubi on Dec 13, 2019 5:47:45 GMT -8
Full of crap? How could he say such a thing!? Just because he hadn’t seen anything of Yakun didn’t mean he had the right to be so rude to her about her believing in him! It wasn’t like she was even allowed to talk about the fact that she had the pleasure of direct communication with the divine himself! She ought to tell him, ought to make him understand, let Yakun out to show him his power.
That is exactly what he wants, he is arrogant. I think I have the measure of him. He wants the prideful moment of claiming that he has managed to fight with a God and prevailed, that is his only interest in you right now.
“I’m not insane. I’m not! I’ve heard him. I’ve spoken with him!”
The tears had started now, rolling down her cheeks and lightly pattering along the floor as she tried to rub her eyes and clear them to little avail. Wuubi sinking to her knees and hiding her face while she sobbed and tried to recover. She was out all this way seeking a man she’d never met in a land she just didn’t understand and here was this strange strange man insulting her and mocking her for her belief. It had just become a little too much to bare. Her voice when she spoke next was angry, the tone slightly off for the girls way of speaking.
“Says the man who worships his own hand. Let me guess, you service yourself with that one over the other.”
The moment passed and Wuubi was blinking away the last of the tears and slowly stood back up, slightly shaking, her eyes having little hints of black in the sclera of which were turning back to white as she recovered.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2019 10:04:15 GMT -8
She seemed devastated at his words. Tears welled in her eyes as she insisted with fervor that her god was real, and that she even heard and has spoken with him. His brow raised, a long low whistle escaping his lips. Did she really think he, or anyone else, was going to believe her? The longer they interacted, the more Orizuru suspected she might have been a complete whackjob. "Sorry, lady... your family did a real number on you, didn't they? I almost feel bad for you. Almost."He shrugged. What was he supposed to do? Pretend he believed her? She had no way of showing him any proof. As far as Ori was concerned, these were the deranged ramblings of a girl who was probably manipulated from birth with some sort of occultist indoctrination thrust upon her slender shoulders. He could relate to that. And then... she said it. A sort of strangled gasp caught in his throat, his eyes widening at her remark. "The hell...?" He stared at the woman, wondering if his ears had deceived him. Had Wuubi really said something so crude, out loud and in front of dozens of strangers no less? No one had ever said anything like that to him before. Ori drew his hands from his pockets and stared at them. Pale, worn, and sporting a myriad of long healed scars. The knuckles popped as he clenched and unfurled them. How many had he beaten senseless with these very hands? How many times had he broken them punching wood, glass, stone and the like—anything to increase his punching prowess? He had never considered using his hands for such... things. A small chuckled escaped his lips. It rose and grew in pitch and tone until it evolved into full blown, almost maniacal laughter. He doubled over, arms wrapped around his aching stomach as he laughed his ass off. If the scene had seemed strange before, it was even more so now. Mothers hurried to rush their children past the strange pair. "You're something else, you know that?" Tears streamed from his own eyes and he swiped them away with a thumb. "A real riot, Wuubi. Didn't know you were such a lewd girl. Heh."He raised his hands in a helpless shrug. "I take it that was your strongest technique? Nice. You got me. How about I treat you to some food as a reward? Let's go find us some grub." He started off along the main path, heading for the nearest food stand he could find. Of course, if the ticket prices were anything to go by, then the food prices would be equally atrocious. Not that he planned to pay for it, anyway. Wuubi [ 453 / 2165 ]
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Post by Wuubi on Dec 16, 2019 5:59:58 GMT -8
Wuubi’s eyes hardened a little as he spoke ill of the cult. She loved them dearly, they had taken her in as nothing and had shaped her into a worthy vessel for Yakun. They had given her a purpose in life and a goal with which she could be proud of. Here he was mocking her very being and he was someone who worshipped his own damn hand.
“A number on me? You have no idea what I went through to be worth communing with my God.”
She wasn’t really aware of what it was that Yakun had even said to him, but it had certainly changed his tone, the way he started staring at his own hands as if he’d never seen them before. What had Yakun done? Had he broken him that badly with what he had said? Oh no, was she going to be in trouble with the guy now? I thought Yakun had told her not to piss him off into fighting her? Her eyes went rather wide when he burst out laughing, she didn’t really know what to do and Yakun wasn’t giving her any instruction so she just stared a little blankly at him calling her lewd.
“W..What d-did I say to you? I wasn’t entirely myself and can’t, uh… Recall.”
Regardless it had seemed to impress the strange man in order to have him offer to buy food for the pair of them. She was hesitant about accepting the invitation however. There was something about this man that she couldn’t figure out now. Even more annoyingly for her, Yakun had done something that had changed. Strangely enough this change was what had set Wuubi on edge the most during this entire encounter.
“… Okay then man of clan Orizuru. I accept your invitation to a meal. Though I still don’t understand how one can worship a fist.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2019 6:24:37 GMT -8
Wuubi decided to tag along with him after all. Ori was fairly certain she would. She seemed so out of sorts with the world around her, it was a wonder Wuubi found herself in the right place to begin with. A dense crowd of theme-park goers milled all around them, yet people went out of their way to avoid the strange pair. Mechanical rides propelled people through the air, and the smell of fried foods was tantalizing. He felt strange being there, as if he didn't belong. He folded his arms tightly over his narrow chest, peering around suspiciously. Wuubi wasn't the only odd person out. "This place is dumb... why the hell did I come here anyway?" He muttered it to himself, his words lost amid the high pitched carnival music whine that penetrated the night air through screeching speakers. Most people didn't seem to mind the terrible, campy music, engaged as they were with Pilaf Land's many distractions. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the air, his nose tracking him to a funnel cake stand. "Here we go! This is more like it." Ori reached past the waiting couple, snatching two of the powdered delights. They started to make a ruckus, but a sharp look from him shut them up in a hurry. Satisfied they understood their place in the pecking order of like, Ori turned and thrust one of the funnel cakes at Wuubi, his own mouth full of the delectable desert as he took a huge bite. "Here. This is the good stuff, I promise. Ever had a funnel cake? Wait, what am I saying? Of course not. What the hell do cults eat anyway?" He frowned, eyes widening in feigned horror. "You guys don't sacrifice people, do you? You said you're some kinda vessel, right? Does that mean the real you is dead and the you standing here is... something else?" What if there were more to this 'god' business than he realized? It seemed like utter nonsense, but their world was a strange one. It may have seemed like the hoax of a misguided country bumpkin, but there was always that small chance... Wuubi [ 359 / 2524 ]
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Post by Wuubi on Dec 19, 2019 0:35:44 GMT -8
As Wuubi followed along with the strange man, she took the time to converse with Yakun, a little confused quite as to what he had said that had made this man change his tune so much, but she was making barely any progress with the reluctant divine. He’d not so much as said a word after that brief flicker of control and it was making her nervous. Had he promised Ori something without her knowing? Though at the martial artist asking why he had come to the land in the first place.
“Maybe it was divine providence sir, so you could learn about other Gods than your hand?”
His comment about her beliefs being fake was still agitating her. It’d just come across as so damn rude that she was finding herself glaring at his back as if it’d actually do anything to him, he seemed more interested in finding his way to some kind of confectionery stand. Wuubi didn’t have much interest, but he seemed rather excited to find this particular treat. Though she couldn’t help but notice how he chose to get them and ignored him offering one to her to apologise to the waiting couple that her friend had no manners and to ask if they had already paid for their treat. Thankfully it seemed that the entry fee included food from the stands for the day.
She stared at the treat for a while, about to take a bite and try it when he asked what might have been the most interesting question he had actually come out with about the cult since they have met. She paused for a little before answering, instead taking a bite of the funnel cake. She’d only really meant to use it to stall for time but she was left a little in shock. She swiftly devoured the rest of the sugary treat.
“W...Why does it taste so good!”
She regained her composure as best as she could with Yakun chuckling in the back of her mind at her sudden little outburst, dusting her hands off with sugar before speaking in the same calm tones she had done for most of their conversation. Her head slightly tilted to one side for a moment as she looked past him at what looked to be Pilaf, how strange to see him walking around taking photos with children. Maybe he was more of a benevolent ruler than Yakun thought.
“Well, yes I guess. I am to be a vessel when my training is complete. That means my soul will be ejected from my body and the will of our divine lord will replace it. Death is not so bad however, I will be rewarded with paradise in the next world for my sacrifice.”
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