Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-25687356-20170817224259/@comment-24714922-20170818081533

As they group managed to finally regain their senses and stand back up, they would briefly exchange their suggestions before they would be witness to a dark figure descending down upon the spiritual figure of Tiatsu.

The sight of this figure chilled Michirama to the bone, it was in a sense terrifying, the pure black outfit of the being before them was morbid to say the least, the horns on the mask led Michirama to believe it was something of spiritual nature, Oni Demons always seemed to have horns. And what was that symbol? He’d never seen it before in his entire life. The grey skin of the hands was strange, it seemed it had a humanoid form but it most certainly wasn’t human. The last thing that caught Michirama’s attention was that sword, a blade from the stars; it was, admittedly, a much more stunning sword than his own. Why was it that cosmic and mystical beings always had such stunning weaponry.

Before any of them could really react, the figure above seemed to tear his way through their psyche, picking away at everything they knew, everything they didn’t know, and everything they were. Michirama was young, he hadn’t lived a long life, but there was something deep within him, his soul was a lot older than his body was. Soon enough, the Sword of the Stars would glow bronze as it lowered down into slot that seemed as if it was perfectly made for the sword. From the sword a ritual circle would expand over the ground binding them to their position. Whatever they managed to get themselves into, Michirama wasn’t sure if this was a good thing.

And then the being spoke, more so, The God of Death spoke, but it knew all of them, their names, but the way it ravaged through their psyche, Michirama was inclined to believe that the God of Death knew much more than just their names. To be standing on the veil of spirits and mortality left Michirama absolutely dumbfounded. According to Death, Tiatsu had become a lost spirit with his Yang half freed from its bond of the earth but its Yin half locked in a sort of Purgatory, and it was up to them to choose the fate of the this man’s spirit.

Michirama listened to the options silently. He would remain silent as he mulled them over in his head. Michirama had personally only met Tiatsu once, he’d found him cool, and to a degree he admired him in that single encounter, he seemed pretty clued into the word, he even taught him something about tipping, that it wasn’t how much you gave, but the thought behind it. He sighed, unable to actually move his body, Michirama glanced at everyone with his purple eyes before looking back to the God before them. Kideme had asked a good question, what would happen to him if they chose option one, Deucalion had also chosen option one and asked the same question.

He took a deep breath “I think … the best option would be for him to be judged the way he was meant to be, by the spirit veil. But … Why us? Why choose us to decide the fate of his soul?” Michirama had chosen option one, believing it to be the fairest option of the four, but he couldn’t help but wonder if this was some sort of trick. A test of character with the fate of Tiatsu as the exam.