Post by ulvendagoth on Jul 22, 2022 11:53:34 GMT -5
Felix sighs, looking into the darkness around his shrine... The incense and candles were unlit and stale. Since his defeat at the last show, he'd been unable to focus, unable to center himself.
I told you that you needed me.
Felix winced softly at the voice, having not heard it clearly since he'd come back from FIRESIDE.
What do you want, yokai?
Oh? Where is your passion and stubbornness? Did you lose that when Maxwell left?
Felix winced again, turning to face the yokai. He blinked in some confusion as he saw the demon, its form changed from the traditional Oni into something... more. It was more human-like, losing the wings and gaining the symbol of Yin over its heart. It was less grossly muscled, though its ebony skin still glowed with lava-like cracks of light. Red and black eyes stared from under shockingly white hair, its expression one of disdain... But was that a hint of worry?
You wince at the mortal's mere name and yet expect to be able to fight warriors the caliber of those in this contest?
If you've come to mock me, demon, leave me be. I can be hard enough on myself. I have a clown to face, and I'm sure it will be a struggle judging by everything else that's happened lately.
The yokai stepped closer, shaking its head at the sarcasm and frowning down at Felix's self-hatred.
You don't understand. I am not here to berate or mock you, not now... Something changed on that island, or maybe before.
What are you talking about?
Look at your shrine. Look at how you've acted and your words just now. Is this how you'd normally act? Something happened when Maxwell left and now you are unbalanced. You've been trying to do everything on your own and you can't.
Felix stared at the demon for a moment, reaching up to put a hand over his own chest.
I felt something rip away as he left. Something I didn't realize I had till it was gone. I thought it was just pain, heartache... Are you suggesting it was more?
The yokai put its own clawed hand over the symbol on its chest in a reflection of Felix's gesture.
When I look at you, I see the antithesis of everything I am. You are honorable, just, straightforward, and would rather sacrifice yourself long before anyone else.
The yokai pointed a claw at Felix, its voice a growl.
But that is all you are. You are half a man, half a soul. Even that clown could beat you in this condition, despite the utter beating he received at the last show. You are the Yang, and I am the Yin. You need me. Accept me, embrace me… or we will both wonder forever more. We will fade to obscurity, our dreams forsaken and tarnished.
The pointed claw shifted to an open hand, the yokai's eyes locked with Felix's.
This clown will try to show you the darkness in his soul, the foul sludge of his madness. He will try to drown you in it, and as you are now, You won't have a chance. Embrace me, your other half, and you'll stand before that madness as a complete soul. You'll see the darkness, and instead of trying to outshine it, you will consume it and leave nothing behind.
Felix watches the yokai warily, confusion on his face. This was completely different from before, and honestly? The creature's words rang too true to be dismissed.
What do you get out of this? You wanted to destroy me before, why is it so different now?
The demon kept its hand out, even as a thoughtful look materialized on its monstrous face.
I barely remember before, but now... now I only want to be complete. You need me... and I need you.
That admission was what finally broke Felix. After months of fighting it, suppressing it, locking it inside of a cage made of medicine... he reached out and took the hand of the Yokai... of his anger and rage.
In the next moment, the yokai melted into a purple mist that swirled up and around Felix, who stood stoically as it sank into his skin... into his soul.
They refused to acknowledge the Warrior. They turned a deaf ear to the Tactician… They abandoned you with no lord or leader...
The view pans up, zooming in till Felix's closed eyes fill the screen.
So let us see how they handle the relentless assault of...
Felix opens his eyes, fire seeming to burn in them as purple and green mix in the depths of his gaze.
The Ronin.
I told you that you needed me.
Felix winced softly at the voice, having not heard it clearly since he'd come back from FIRESIDE.
What do you want, yokai?
Oh? Where is your passion and stubbornness? Did you lose that when Maxwell left?
Felix winced again, turning to face the yokai. He blinked in some confusion as he saw the demon, its form changed from the traditional Oni into something... more. It was more human-like, losing the wings and gaining the symbol of Yin over its heart. It was less grossly muscled, though its ebony skin still glowed with lava-like cracks of light. Red and black eyes stared from under shockingly white hair, its expression one of disdain... But was that a hint of worry?
You wince at the mortal's mere name and yet expect to be able to fight warriors the caliber of those in this contest?
If you've come to mock me, demon, leave me be. I can be hard enough on myself. I have a clown to face, and I'm sure it will be a struggle judging by everything else that's happened lately.
The yokai stepped closer, shaking its head at the sarcasm and frowning down at Felix's self-hatred.
You don't understand. I am not here to berate or mock you, not now... Something changed on that island, or maybe before.
What are you talking about?
Look at your shrine. Look at how you've acted and your words just now. Is this how you'd normally act? Something happened when Maxwell left and now you are unbalanced. You've been trying to do everything on your own and you can't.
Felix stared at the demon for a moment, reaching up to put a hand over his own chest.
I felt something rip away as he left. Something I didn't realize I had till it was gone. I thought it was just pain, heartache... Are you suggesting it was more?
The yokai put its own clawed hand over the symbol on its chest in a reflection of Felix's gesture.
When I look at you, I see the antithesis of everything I am. You are honorable, just, straightforward, and would rather sacrifice yourself long before anyone else.
The yokai pointed a claw at Felix, its voice a growl.
But that is all you are. You are half a man, half a soul. Even that clown could beat you in this condition, despite the utter beating he received at the last show. You are the Yang, and I am the Yin. You need me. Accept me, embrace me… or we will both wonder forever more. We will fade to obscurity, our dreams forsaken and tarnished.
The pointed claw shifted to an open hand, the yokai's eyes locked with Felix's.
This clown will try to show you the darkness in his soul, the foul sludge of his madness. He will try to drown you in it, and as you are now, You won't have a chance. Embrace me, your other half, and you'll stand before that madness as a complete soul. You'll see the darkness, and instead of trying to outshine it, you will consume it and leave nothing behind.
Felix watches the yokai warily, confusion on his face. This was completely different from before, and honestly? The creature's words rang too true to be dismissed.
What do you get out of this? You wanted to destroy me before, why is it so different now?
The demon kept its hand out, even as a thoughtful look materialized on its monstrous face.
I barely remember before, but now... now I only want to be complete. You need me... and I need you.
That admission was what finally broke Felix. After months of fighting it, suppressing it, locking it inside of a cage made of medicine... he reached out and took the hand of the Yokai... of his anger and rage.
In the next moment, the yokai melted into a purple mist that swirled up and around Felix, who stood stoically as it sank into his skin... into his soul.
They refused to acknowledge the Warrior. They turned a deaf ear to the Tactician… They abandoned you with no lord or leader...
The view pans up, zooming in till Felix's closed eyes fill the screen.
So let us see how they handle the relentless assault of...
Felix opens his eyes, fire seeming to burn in them as purple and green mix in the depths of his gaze.
The Ronin.
