[In Anima city, when things can't be solved by the laws or law enforcement, Shirou Ogami is called in. No one is calling him in here, aside from his fellow immortal. As he walks up to the entrance to the furnace's lower entrance he can feel the slight nip in the air.
There's no one around right now. He kneels down with one hand on the ground. He breathes in and the world inverts, scents drifting to him as the imprints of people who passed by flick through his mind.
He opens his eyes and narrows them.]
Not enough. I'll have to go in. I can't get a look at how it all started out here. If it's even recent enough to tell... [He climbs to his feet as he glances at the nearest person.]
Well, are you ready?
Instability (Mikage Furnace)
[Inside the space housing the furnace, Shirou has climbed up a couple of levels to study everything from a higher vantage point. He steps back into the shadows. Even if he is beholden to neither faction...the hostility and careful bias against foreigners kicked up familiar feelings. The old rage and distrust are hard to shake. He's carried it for a thousand years.
He'd caught himself more than once resisting the urge to snarl some curse about humans. They don't even know what he is. He sighs and drags a hand over his face as he drops his human disguise.
Then he steps out, he needs a closer look at the furnace itself. Catch him before he leaps to the center and he'll motion for you to follow. If you're falling there will be a brush of wind to slow your fall. If you need it. He's here and this is the sort of case he would take back home.]
Broken seals (Yashiori)
[A long time ago Nirvasyl fell as Beastmen lost themselves. He can remember how it felt when their united pain and rage pulled him from the brink of death. The moment he steps on Yashiori island with the rain pouring down he can feel that simmering fury. It presses against him. He could almost imagine the voices of his people contained with him finally whispering to him again.
They are silent.
But the island isn't. He adjusts his coat and glances around, looking human...for now. He needs to find a place where humans are not to drop the falsehood and use his senses.] Can you feel it? They let this problem linger like this.
If we don't act this will get worse.
Bones of a Fallen God (Yashiori) [Or one can find him studying the bones jutting up out of the ground with narrowed eyes and the wind curling around him. His shoulders are tense and he looks ready to send that wind out at any moment. He sighs.]
Sorry. For one of my kind, this is not the best of places.
[He shakes his head and walks around to the side of a massive rib bone. His hand presses to the old weathered bone as he circles around to crystallized marrow sticking out of the side of it. He stares at it then shakes his head.] There is a shrine further up the island near a lagoon. Come with me.
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[In Anima city, when things can't be solved by the laws or law enforcement, Shirou Ogami is called in. No one is calling him in here, aside from his fellow immortal. As he walks up to the entrance to the furnace's lower entrance he can feel the slight nip in the air.
There's no one around right now. He kneels down with one hand on the ground. He breathes in and the world inverts, scents drifting to him as the imprints of people who passed by flick through his mind.
He opens his eyes and narrows them.]
Not enough. I'll have to go in. I can't get a look at how it all started out here. If it's even recent enough to tell... [He climbs to his feet as he glances at the nearest person.]
Well, are you ready?
Instability (Mikage Furnace)
[Inside the space housing the furnace, Shirou has climbed up a couple of levels to study everything from a higher vantage point. He steps back into the shadows. Even if he is beholden to neither faction...the hostility and careful bias against foreigners kicked up familiar feelings. The old rage and distrust are hard to shake. He's carried it for a thousand years.
He'd caught himself more than once resisting the urge to snarl some curse about humans. They don't even know what he is. He sighs and drags a hand over his face as he drops his human disguise.
Then he steps out, he needs a closer look at the furnace itself. Catch him before he leaps to the center and he'll motion for you to follow. If you're falling there will be a brush of wind to slow your fall. If you need it. He's here and this is the sort of case he would take back home.]
Broken seals (Yashiori)
[A long time ago Nirvasyl fell as Beastmen lost themselves. He can remember how it felt when their united pain and rage pulled him from the brink of death. The moment he steps on Yashiori island with the rain pouring down he can feel that simmering fury. It presses against him. He could almost imagine the voices of his people contained with him finally whispering to him again.
They are silent.
But the island isn't. He adjusts his coat and glances around, looking human...for now. He needs to find a place where humans are not to drop the falsehood and use his senses.] Can you feel it? They let this problem linger like this.
If we don't act this will get worse.
Bones of a Fallen God (Yashiori)
[Or one can find him studying the bones jutting up out of the ground with narrowed eyes and the wind curling around him. His shoulders are tense and he looks ready to send that wind out at any moment. He sighs.]
Sorry. For one of my kind, this is not the best of places.
[He shakes his head and walks around to the side of a massive rib bone. His hand presses to the old weathered bone as he circles around to crystallized marrow sticking out of the side of it. He stares at it then shakes his head.] There is a shrine further up the island near a lagoon. Come with me.