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niteo_nix2012-08-28 10:03 pm
shunshinoshishi) wrote in niteo_nix2012-08-28 10:03 pm
...I solemnly swear I'm up to no good >.>
[ Shisui had always wondered what it would be like to carry out an actual conversation with 'the other side'. Sure he's spoken twice to Libitana, but she doesn't count. Not really, no.
And so, to test out his theory and try and carry out a conversation with people on the other side, he has drawn up a Kokkuri board, which is basically the Japanese version of the Ouija board. Holding it up in front of the PDA, he grins, one arm still in some sort of makeshift sling, still recovering from getting shot all over. ]
So who wants to come with me to the graveyard and play with this?
And so, to test out his theory and try and carry out a conversation with people on the other side, he has drawn up a Kokkuri board, which is basically the Japanese version of the Ouija board. Holding it up in front of the PDA, he grins, one arm still in some sort of makeshift sling, still recovering from getting shot all over. ]
So who wants to come with me to the graveyard and play with this?
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Hn... In that case, I will just have to do this myself.
[ It isn't that he is not accustomed to death. No; he had been the harbinger of death for many people once upon a time. He had grown up during a vicious war, seen his family torn apart and then some. The sharingan itself was testament to the grief he had seen, experienced, and meted out to others... Things he repented. Things he blamed himself for, and then hid behind the line of duty for it all to make sense.
It was one thing to see people die, but another to do the killing yourself. ]
I don't wish to control anything... [ Said quietly as he realizes the irony behind that statement and his very own power, one he had used on others far too many times. ] And I don't believe it was an assumption when I said there is good in every human being. The bad are only misguided.
[ When she speaks of swallowing hope and pride and putting the past behind oneself, Shisui ducks his head to smile softly. He would never swallow hope, but pride? Yes. Self-sacrifice. What was it that he constantly reminded Itachi about...? ]
I won't... [ He won't go to talk to the dead. Maybe. ] But I hope that someone would talk to me when I'm gone. ...Once in a while. I should think it'd get very lonely.
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You shouldn't be doing this at all.
[It's hard to not roll her eyes at that. It seems almost too naive from someone she knows is so much more accomplished then that. But she forgets sometimes, he's just a boy, the same age as her brother when he died, and her brother was just as easily led despite being King. He might be a soldier as brave as any, but he saw the world with a boys eyes.]
Not wanting to control it is just as bad. It's a like a child playing near a fire unsupervised. You either act wisely or not at all. [She shakes her head.] You make me feel old.
[she softens a little.] I understand that fear. I hope to be remembered as a Queen who served her people well. But as for being talked to? I'd want to be left in peace from prying eyes for surely enough prying has happened in my life. I'd want to sleep alone, to finally know that rest. My life is that of subjection to the will of the people. I just want to be left well enough alone. Which if this were my home, I could not even admit that much.
[It's only here that she could look at her life in reflection.]
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...I meant I don't want to control any spirit or 'summons'.
[ Shisui may be a boy, perhaps playful now and then, but naive? It was all an act, really. He sometimes tried to intentionally forget things just so he could grab another chance at childhood. There was no time to grow up back home.
There was a reason people 'turned bad'. For the Uchiha, it had usually been black or white. But there were the select few among them that left group-think and stereotypes alone and looked at the fuzzy grayer areas. He was one of them. It was easy to judge, easy to come to conclusions; but for someone who could get into another person's head and see things - even for a moment - through the other's eyes... That is where he found reason, understanding, and the grey cleared into a thin black and white.
There was always white. Always. Even if it was just a sliver. For whatever was said and done, they were all human. And he would never give up hope that a bad person, a dangerous person, could be saved.
But he doesn't want to dwell on this. The past week had had him fighting the guilt and sense of utter failure. Sure it was Libitana's doing, but it brought him back to reality, made him think over his actions and his final decisions. It had been hope, and faith in the people he trusted, in Itachi, in humanity itself, that helped him get through it.
And so he chuckles, the smile back on his face as he looks at her, eye playful once more. ]
You are old~ [ Just a little <3
And then he sighs at the next part. He had power, but he was also a subordinate. He was a weapon, a tool as far as he was concerned. She was a leader. Even if she did not have superhuman strengths as he did, she held a power far greater than his own. No, not power-- authority. There was a difference.
Not like he'd make a great leader, though. He preferred to work in the shadows.
And yet the massacre... ]
My people... [ He pauses, switching the feed to private. ] Will be wiped out a matter of days after I-- join the other side. [ Knowing what happened in the future was not a blessing. Not at all. Knowing with proof was worse. ] Just like the residents of Nesreca. That is why...
[ That is why he wants to know...
He'll smile again, try and brush it off. ]
I hope you never have to order the death of a line of people just for what they stand for, just because they share the same last name.
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Yes, Shisui, that is exactly who I meant you should have control over before you go talking to them. From what I understand they have a wonderful habit of getting free if it's not done properly and causing all kinds of trouble. [She knows the superstitions, and from what she had seen the others say, it seemed just as valid.]
The perhaps you ought to listen to your elder. [She's not going to take the offence to it, because her vanity as already straining at her age. But she wasn't as foolish as she would become about it.
But nor does she disregard what he's saying. In fact she knows all too well what he's saying for her family was soaked in more blood then she could even begin to wash off by her deeds alone. What he spoke of was too close to home, to near to what her own sister had done.
Because she can see, so clearly. That woman screaming, clutching for life before being stabbed and dragged away by her hair, the man gutted. Knows them because she sees them more often then she would like.
Not by some far off persons hand, but by her sisters, and so too would of Elizabeth died, had her blood been anything less then what it was.]
No. Not the name. Names mean little where I come from. Or at least not like that, families are not so broad. Clans are more common to the North. But religion. Massacres are done for religion. My sister burned alive nearly three hundred people. My father was no better, well past fifty thousand. People I share the same faith with, people I don't.
[she sighs.] But the only thing I can take from it is they want peace. Those people have suffered enough. I listened to the scream.
Re: --->[private] look who's late as ever orz
...Has somebody tried it before? Here, in Nesreca? [ Because how else would she know?
There is a moment where he holds back a retort at listening to older people and going on about 'you're not the boss of me', but he understood why she urged him to exercise caution. ] Well, I don't want Libitana to turn on all of you for something I've done, and-- I guess I shouldn't do something like that without everybody's consent.
[ His mouth forms a thin line when he listens to her account of her sister, good eye narrowing as he averts his gaze. ]
We don't really have any religion that we follow per say, only the Will of Fire. It is-- more a faith in each other than in any divine being. Yet the Uchiha are seen as traitors, thanks to one very stupid man who was once our strongest leader. They say pride goes before a fall, and he fell hard. He took the rest of us with him. A bond once severed is... very hard to mend. [ Honestly, it was shitty Madara who had to take the blame for all this, but instead it is the Uchiha as a whole. All of them, even those who wanted to reach out and shake that hand in a firm, honest handshake. ]
But to kill because the other does not share one's faith is... immature. I would laugh, but people have died. [ Sorry, Elizabeth. After this, he totally dislikes your sister |:
But that last bit makes him look up again, almost smiling, only just. ] I'd thank you, on their behalf-- Have they done that yet? [ Thanked you, that is? ]
--->[private] pfft!
Not that I have seen, but I still don't think it's worth risking. [she looks a little relieved when he says he will listen, not be... pursuing something so dangerous.] I'm glad you listened, thank-you. [She didn't have the blind hatred everyone else had for the supernatural, but it unsettled her deeply.]
That... is an interesting concept. Men are enough to sustain each other in faith? [Walsingham's words are too true in her mind however.] I know the type. Three of my advisors... one of them came from an older royal line, and sought my crown for himself. Ruthless men, are they not? Good men died for his greed. [Arundel had been a good man after all.] I would disagree with you there, faith is the most important thing any man possesses. But I've come to understand religion is not so deep in... many here. You're not the first to find it... horrific. In many ways, if it helps, religion is the excuse. Religion is a banner, and it is in the end just the same as any other reason to go to war. But more bloody for how deeply that faith runs. [Rin, after all, had been so shocked.] That which controls men's hearts should never be mocked at least.
[She gave him a openly confused look at that, eyebrow raised and taken back.] Thank me? Whatever for? Why would they?