[Heart Game] From the ashes we can build

[castaside]

WHO: Macaque, Red Son, Wukong, Korone, Donnie, Cole, Wash
WHAT: Soul fixin'
WHEN: March 9
WHERE: Red Son's house, Blossomcrown
WARNINGS: will be marked

Comments

Re: Level FE - IC

[othellovonryan]

"I don't believe in needless self punishment. That's more Leo's thing," Donnie said, spreading out the cloak across his lap. "No, this is all about trust."

The beauty about his ninpo is when its built, its there. He doesn't need to give it more attention. As long as he's conscious, it exists as the real thing. So he doesn't have to do anything more with the sphere, and he can focus on what he's going to try to do.

The cloak is Macaque. The cloak is Macaque's hand extended to Donnie. Its Macaque asking Donnie to trust him, to help keep him safe. And its done so, with the dragon and Bloodkong. Donnie offered him trust in wearing the cloak and he's offering it now.

"I trust Macaque. And now I'm asking him to trust me," he said, hands trailing over the cloak, purple pixel energy forming around the cloak, moving in between the weave of the fabric. "I can't make promises for Wukong. I can't make promises for MK or Red Son or anyone else, but I can make a promise from me. It doesn't matter how hard things get. It doesn't matter how dark a path you may find yourself going down. It doesn't matter if I die."

He pushes with his energy, not an attack, not a domination, but an offer. Mystical energy poured into the fabric is an extended hand, one that is offering trust and asking for it in turn. Offering of love and asking for it in turn.

Even if its just a moment, a moment where Macaque truly believes Donnie and feels those emotions in himself, it would be enough to make the connection, to let the enchantment take hold, and connect the ninpo.

"As long as he's willing to reach out a hand for me, I will reach back. Anatawa hitorijanai. You are not alone. I'll make sure of it."

CLEAR

[castaside]

Bloodkong raises its staff as if it's going to strike the ninpo sphere again--

But it doesn't. Its hand goes still as it listens to Donnie, watches the energy flowing into the cloak.

The goggle lenses react so strongly that Bloodkong looks fittingly like a tiny sun. It opens its hand and its staff dissipates into the air. It regards Donnie for another moment, thoughtful rather than enraged. And for a long moment, Donnie can feel it there. Teetering on the edge of something.

And then the rest of it dissipates in the same manner that the staff did, slowly disintegrating into the air.

And Donnie feels Macaque reaching back to him.

Re: CLEAR

[othellovonryan]

So about that whole Donnie is haunted as fuck thing.

Donnie reaches out to take his hand, letting the energy suffuse through the cloak.

Like the Sun is an apt description. However, its not the blinding blaze of the sun in the desert, not the kind where you're trying to stare directly at it, and blind yourself. No, its the feeling of a Summer day, laying on a grassy hill, warm and content as a light breeze keeps the heat from being too overwhelming. There are trees around, and clouds, moments where one could take a break from the sun, but the light stays, making the world a vibrant mix of color, as long as someone is willing to step out into the light.

But there is an avenue for a break if someone truly wants to hide from the sun.

Because the ninpo will never force itself on another. It is love. It is trust. Is it endless, unending support, so long as its allowed inside. The words you are not alone are baked into the mystic power itself.

For someone as magical as Macaque, its not hard to see the hundreds of souls that are tied into the magic. Generation after generation of Hamatos choosing to offer their power and support to those who came after. A connection maintained, even in the afterlife, where its possible to reach out and ask for those of the past to offer wisdom and comfort as well.

Though, admittedly, that is difficult across the multiverse, so their presence is left hazy, but at least a fraction of that power is offered even at this distance. A power that, like the sun, is truly immense. A fully trained and well practiced Hamato would be a force to be reckoned with. Even for someone working on Macaque's level.

With the caveat that for a Hamato to be fully realized, the trust and love in their family must be ironclad and mutual. But even with self doubt and uncertainty....

That warmth that you're never truly alone remains, a glow that is hard to fully remove from one's chest.

Of course, there are two bright spots now, where there is no haze. Donnie and Korone are beacons, bright and shining in their own ways.