They felt the air charged with electricity the moment the ritual began.
Lobsang and Nawang keep harpoon guns trained on the water as the motorboat cuts it's way to the small fishing boat. There are things writhing beneath the water that should be long dead. Rinzen can sense them. Anyone with the slightest spiritual sense could feel them.
Rinzen cuts the engines as they reach the fishing boat. He cautiously beings to board the boat. Just because nothing has come to stop them yet doesn't mean nothing will.
The only thing more frightening than hearing the sound of the engines is hearing them stop so close to her boat. She has her hands on PINpoint, ready to run.
"Who are you you?" she asks the man -- the men -- in the green gloves.
Kakyou reaches the edge of the water as the ruined building was lifting from the waves. He watches it with stricken golden eyes, crumpling to his knees on the ground like a puppet with cut strings. It was the same... It was the building he had Seen, less then two hours ago.
"...I'm too late."
The first time he'd seen the future outside his own world, and it had to be this. As soon as the dream had let him go, he'd taken off. He had to try and stop it, though it hadn't really reached the level of a conscious decision.
The fishing boat crashes against the wreck of the museum. The last thing Lobsang sees before he looses consciousness is a group of slouching stone demons slanting toward him.
Rinzen is annoyed. Their motorboat has been lost and this boat is ruined. They have no other way to shore.
...He senses something on the shore, a faint ghost of a presence. It’s hard to feel with so much other energy here. But there is something about the quality of the suffering that catches his attention.
The telepath tries to speak into Kakyou’s mind. Are you giving up so easily, young one?
I should have known better than to try at all. Kakyou's mindvoice is resigned, but still pained and despairing underneath. He slowly climbs to his feet, brushing the dirt from his kimono.
Rinzen looks over at his companions. Lobsang was breathing. Nawang was shouting into a cellphone arranging for a boat to be brought to them.
There was nothing else for him to do at the moment.
You seemed interesting to me. A clearly living boy with an aura like a ghost certainly was interesting. He allows some distaste to enter his mental voice. But if you give up on things so easily, perhaps I was wrong.
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Lobsang and Nawang keep harpoon guns trained on the water as the motorboat cuts it's way to the small fishing boat. There are things writhing beneath the water that should be long dead. Rinzen can sense them. Anyone with the slightest spiritual sense could feel them.
Rinzen cuts the engines as they reach the fishing boat. He cautiously beings to board the boat. Just because nothing has come to stop them yet doesn't mean nothing will.
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"Who are you you?" she asks the man -- the men -- in the green gloves.
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"Did you do all this yourself?"
The aura around her has changed since he last saw her, but this unmistakably the girl that Eszett had chosen for their ritual.
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"Done what?" She shakes her head. "I haven't done anything."
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"...I'm too late."
The first time he'd seen the future outside his own world, and it had to be this. As soon as the dream had let him go, he'd taken off. He had to try and stop it, though it hadn't really reached the level of a conscious decision.
He had failed. Again.
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Rinzen is annoyed. Their motorboat has been lost and this boat is ruined. They have no other way to shore.
...He senses something on the shore, a faint ghost of a presence. It’s hard to feel with so much other energy here. But there is something about the quality of the suffering that catches his attention.
The telepath tries to speak into Kakyou’s mind. Are you giving up so easily, young one?
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Why do you contact me?
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There was nothing else for him to do at the moment.
You seemed interesting to me. A clearly living boy with an aura like a ghost certainly was interesting. He allows some distaste to enter his mental voice. But if you give up on things so easily, perhaps I was wrong.
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