1 Rekindling old fires [Invite | NK] Sat Jun 16, 2018 7:52 pm
Haka Osada
Retired
- Ballroom Setting:
- Haka's Music:
Sero's ballroom might as well have been one of the few truly majestic rooms despite the cold grey stones that formed the manor. The red curtains, banners and carpets gave the large, open room some inkling of warmth, the candles against the walls peacefully flickering as their light spread and illuminated the area. Even the spider webs that were generally found back in almost every corner of the manor were strangely minimal in amount compared to the rest of the manor. But perhaps that was just an illusion created by the size of the room in the first place.
It was late. The sun was setting outside, the night soon to fall. Supper had come to pass and the few guests were preparing for the night. Desert, bathing, an evening chat in recollection of the day that would soon come to pass. Even the servants and the spiders-in-disguise were cleaning up and preparing for a peaceful night's rest. For as far as such a thing existed on Spider Island. But as usual, Haka, solitary creature, had not bothered with late company. She had stepped inside the ballroom, a small girl dressed in a plain white dress, a silver necklace dangling around her neck, bare feet standing on the soft carpet. Step by step she moved deeper inside the large room that only seemed to grow bigger as she approached the peculiar scales. What their purpose was, the spider-nin didn't know. Sero had never explained them, nor had he ever used them while she was around. It mattered not. Haka had not come for those.
Halting before the scales, she would unseal one of her scrolls and reveal a grand piano, black in colour, the light of the candles against the wall reflected in its polished shine. Quietly she would take place on the small stool that was part of it, and stroked the ivory keys with one of her spindly fingers almost affectionately before she allowed the instrument to express its first tones. Softly at first. Searching for the right tones. Then, fluently, her two hands would dance over the keys with an elegance not often expected by those who knew Haka for what she truly was - an assassin, a hunter by nature, raw and powerful in her own right driven by a no-nonsense attitude. Yet here, soft, dark tones would echo through the large hallway as she allowed her fingers to dart over the ivory and black keys of the grand piano.
'Lady Osada'. As one of the few Unmei recognised by Sero as his daughter, had grown a lot since the day she had come to find her Creator. In many ways. There was no doubt that the small flicker of her aura had become an imposing presence of its own. Not quite like that of Sero himself, but not as easily discarded as when she was but a budding genin. Much like her, the spiderling had become a young adult whose power was not easily bypassed, making interactions with humans more difficult by the day. Yet, rather than to kill them on the spot for their weakness and inability to cope with greater powers than them, Haka had mostly refrained from ripping their hearts out in frustration. The reason for this came down to two names - Noiralane and Verdandi.
The first one being a brood mother of the Spider Clan, a Mind Weaver who had thrown her into a powerful genjutsu with intent to break down the calcified mind of the spider to such extend the Unmei's very reasoning had changed sufficiently to allow some room for unpredictability. Granted, she was still a creature relying on structure and strategy but she was able to cope much better with 'humanity' as a concept and the emotional fickleness humans experienced. In fact, her comprehension had grown to such an extend the spider was able to mimic 'perfect' human behaviour. Her playing the piano was but one of the few proofs of that change.
The second person, Verdandi, had been the perfect companion for the spider to learn a more humane approach to things. No blind killing, signs of affections such as hugs and gifts, and long conversations concerning art and humane topics that mostly consisted of Verdandi talking and Haka listening (somewhat) had taught the Unmei a lot more than she might have expected herself. Together with her and Chigetsu, they had ultimately made a curious sort of squad, taking on a variety of missions. Three different creatures, three different ways of dealing with things. It had taught Haka was truly mattered. But it had not dissuaded her from continuing her plans with the Spider Clan.
As her hands continued to dance over the piano's keys, each moving as if they were separate entities, Haka's thoughts moved on to her future and that of the Spider Clan, the Unmei and the Ahoban. She had a feeling there was yet so much to do and learn, and all together an unknown pressure nudged her to take action soon. It would be a future of bloodshed and pain, the sombre thoughts weighing sufficiently to bleed through in the heavier tones she played on the instrument at her disposal. Tones that would fill the whole ballroom, and linger broodingly as the next ones filled up the empty space.
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