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Post by Hao Asakura on Jul 15, 2013 9:55:58 GMT -5
Hao had finally gotten his information - as much of it as he needed for now, at least. He knew these rifts carried people in suddenly, and with no way of returning through the same rift. He knew that this world had both humans and a vast variety of spirits and other creatures. The supernatural was everywhere, it seemed, which meant that he still had a chance of finding a way back.
But until he did....
He didn't need to check his Oracle Bell to know it was lifeless and unresponsive. His direct line to the Great Spirit had been cut. If this hadn't been its own doing, then... then what? Would it halt the last round because one of its potential vessels - and truly, the only one worthy of becoming King - had disappeared? Would it let everything go forward? He didn't know and that uncertainty was like a steadily bleeding wound. It was difficult to keep calm, when he thought of it. But, of course, he had to. A thousand years of being a shaman meant he knew all too well how dangerous anger and panic could be. The moment he gave into his fear would be the moment he was doomed to stay here.
He had to stay calm. Keep searching for a way out, to return to his destined and rightful place. Until then, though... this world was plagued by humans as well. They ignored the clear indicators of the world being far greater than them, and kept expanding - just like in his world. Which was why he had come to Storybrooke.
It was not, as places went, completely sacred, but it clearly was far more "magical" than its surroundings. While he wasn't sure if the inhabitants counted as human or not yet, he was absolutely sure that one of them did not belong here. A man by the name of Steve Rogers, who had bought a house recently. He was completely normal - completely human. Which meant he was trespassing on sacred ground, and as a shaman....
Well, it was Hao's clear duty to rid this place of a mere human.
Besides, it would certainly make him feel better.
A few quick questions, and with the help of his reishi, he had the man's house - but he delayed coming there until quite early in the morning, when dawn had yet to even touch the sky. Fire would look most striking when it was still dark, after all, and no one would be awake at this hour.
All this in mind, he went up to the door, knocked loudly, and waited. That he was smiling cheerfully - well, it would likely be too dark to read his expression. And even if he could, Hao knew he had a very disarming smile. |
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