Akyuu's Mansion
"Heat Resist..." Patchouli looked through her catalog. "I'll pick up a few grimoires and head to wherever you'll be at during the battle."
Unknown
She lay facedown, surrounded by bright mist that seemed to envelope her body instead of the nonexisting clothes. Nobody was around her, she was there herself.
She rose up and looked around her. The mist seemed to extend far beyond reach but also seemed to be right around her: a truly phenomenal effect, reflected by the unknown source of light, giving off a grand, almost holy, mood.
"Alas, you have woken up." An old man carrying a large staff boomed from behind, as he stepped forward from a pillar covered in mists as well.
For the first time, Daiyousei wished she were clothed.
"Who are you?" Daiyousei asked.
"You wouldn't know even if I told you my name." The old man smiled warmly. "But the bigger question is: who are you?"
"I..." Daiyousei began, but she couldn't say anything. Is she to impress this old man, or to tell him a truth? Is she to trust him? "I... Don't know."
"A name will do. Once you speak your name aloud, the rest of your identity will follow." The old man smiled again as he drew closer to Daiyousei, his silken robe brushing against Daiyousei's bare arm. The old man was easily twice the size of Daiyousei.
"I... My name is Daiyousei." Daiyousei said.
"A fine name." The old man nodded.
"Where am I?" Daiyousei asked.
"This place..." The old man looked around, not because he was curious, but because he wanted to show his guest something. "This is what they call One."
"Or All."
"Or Self."
"Or World."
"Or Heaven."
"Or Afterlife."
"But this place is really called the Truth." The old man announced. "This is where all things true and holy are kept."
"Am I... Dead?" Daiyousei inquired as the old man brushed past Daiyousei and took a book out of a bookshelves, both objects shrouded in the bright mist. "Is this where the Dead go?"
"Do you not want to be dead?" The old man asked, which made Daiyousei think. On one point, she wanted to stay here... Such a soothing place this was. This old man, as mysterious as he seemed at first, did not seem to be hostile or violent at all. But on the other hand, she wanted to go back... Where all her friends missed her amongst the living...
"No, I don't want to be dead." Daiyousei announced. The old man merely smiled and handed the book to Daiyousei.
"Then read that book." The old man handed the book to Daiyousei.
"How will reading a book help...?" Daiyousei wanted to ask, but the old man seemed to have vanished.
Daiyousei observed and analyzed the book: which read librum et non infinitas. Daiyousei sat on a small couch chair conveniently positioned behind her and began to read.
"Heat Resist..." Patchouli looked through her catalog. "I'll pick up a few grimoires and head to wherever you'll be at during the battle."
Unknown
She lay facedown, surrounded by bright mist that seemed to envelope her body instead of the nonexisting clothes. Nobody was around her, she was there herself.
She rose up and looked around her. The mist seemed to extend far beyond reach but also seemed to be right around her: a truly phenomenal effect, reflected by the unknown source of light, giving off a grand, almost holy, mood.
"Alas, you have woken up." An old man carrying a large staff boomed from behind, as he stepped forward from a pillar covered in mists as well.
For the first time, Daiyousei wished she were clothed.
"Who are you?" Daiyousei asked.
"You wouldn't know even if I told you my name." The old man smiled warmly. "But the bigger question is: who are you?"
"I..." Daiyousei began, but she couldn't say anything. Is she to impress this old man, or to tell him a truth? Is she to trust him? "I... Don't know."
"A name will do. Once you speak your name aloud, the rest of your identity will follow." The old man smiled again as he drew closer to Daiyousei, his silken robe brushing against Daiyousei's bare arm. The old man was easily twice the size of Daiyousei.
"I... My name is Daiyousei." Daiyousei said.
"A fine name." The old man nodded.
"Where am I?" Daiyousei asked.
"This place..." The old man looked around, not because he was curious, but because he wanted to show his guest something. "This is what they call One."
"Or All."
"Or Self."
"Or World."
"Or Heaven."
"Or Afterlife."
"But this place is really called the Truth." The old man announced. "This is where all things true and holy are kept."
"Am I... Dead?" Daiyousei inquired as the old man brushed past Daiyousei and took a book out of a bookshelves, both objects shrouded in the bright mist. "Is this where the Dead go?"
"Do you not want to be dead?" The old man asked, which made Daiyousei think. On one point, she wanted to stay here... Such a soothing place this was. This old man, as mysterious as he seemed at first, did not seem to be hostile or violent at all. But on the other hand, she wanted to go back... Where all her friends missed her amongst the living...
"No, I don't want to be dead." Daiyousei announced. The old man merely smiled and handed the book to Daiyousei.
"Then read that book." The old man handed the book to Daiyousei.
"How will reading a book help...?" Daiyousei wanted to ask, but the old man seemed to have vanished.
Daiyousei observed and analyzed the book: which read librum et non infinitas. Daiyousei sat on a small couch chair conveniently positioned behind her and began to read.
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