Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-25687356-20170817224259/@comment-24714922-20170819003956

What could they do but watch as Kideme was dragged into the veil without even a goodbye? That was the cruelness of death, the simplicity of it. You don’t bargain with death … or a GOD. Michirama understood it now; mankind was at the mercy of the gods around them. “A͝t ̸thę m͘e͡r̕cy ͘of u͠s͞” That voice whispered once again in his ear. Michirama felt sick, this maddening sense of fear at the sheer power of the Gods.

When they were put back together as the ritual circle ended, Michirama stumbled a bit, his body and soul struggling to comprehend the events that had transpired. Kideme was gone, well and truly gone and never to return. Tiatsu was sent to the pure lands and the God of Death had given his warning. Tread Carefully? What did they have in store for them now? What could be worse than faced with the realities of your own mortality?

And then once again they were blinded by a flash of white only to find themselves once again standing in the room where they had been previously, albeit, with one less member, Kideme was gone well and truly. The young Senju boy stumbled back and fell on his ass, his purple eyes wide with fear. He was shaking, muttering things along the lines of “That is what I am”. While nobody else would be able to see it, Michirama could feel the disembodied eyes similar to his behind him, staring at him, no, staring through him to his very soul! The voice still whispered, comforting him, tell him to understand, HOW to understand. Was this his Psychosis? Had a piece of the God of Death stayed with him? He wanted it to stop.

“W͠e̡ a͜r̨e̕ ͟one”

Michirama slowly looked up, his shaking and expression of fear fading away. He could still hear the whispers but they were faint now, easily blocked out. The eye had encroached ever closer to him before fading away like mist. Whatever had happened in that realm had left a mark on Michirama, he was young, impressionable, his mind was still developing and to be faced with what they’d seen, it was inevitable that Michirama would be influenced. But to what degree? He stood up slowly, dusting himself and muttering “Sorry … I just … Sorry” He would look to Shien, then to Deucalion and then to the beast in the cage. The absence of Kideme was soul wrenching, but he knew now, there was nothing he could do about it.