1 Urnusual Circumstances. [B rank Case Di and Kirei] Thu May 10, 2018 6:38 pm
Tian-Di
D-rank
Doman Clan Compound 3:45 AM
Glowing embers fell from the bowl of the shamans pipe as he tapped out the last of it's contents onto the earth. Before him lay the hated stronghold of the enemy. Those who would twist the power of nature for their own self serving gains. The world was a place of cause and effect even those living in the relative comforts of city life could not escape this fact. Damn up a river and eventually a flood would come to sweep your best efforts away to nothing.
The shaman ran a gnarled hand through his ruddy beard, his fingers caressing the skulls of birds and other small animals that were woven into it's locks. Beside him stood a companion – a great brown bear from the depths of Kirigakure's forest. The shaman was by no means a small man nearly seven feet in hight and immensely strong despite his advanced age. The bear however towered over him nearly double his height and covered in what appeared to be glowing lines that ran around it's anatomy. Emerald eyes that shone with a fluorescent light combined with the lines to suggest that the creature was something supernatural in nature and nor merely a common predator.
Raising an arm the shaman pointed out towards the fortress of his hated enemy. Grunting a noise of assent the forest spirit (for what else could such a creature be?) loped down towards the entrance picking up speed as it went. At the compound the night watchman blearily came awake before screaming in terror at the hulking form coming towards him. Before the bear could come too close however fiery kanji lit up the ground indicating the activation of hidden seals.
From the aether emerged the guardian of the compound. Rivalling it's ursine adversary in size it was a great oni of blue colouration. One of the descendants of Shuten Doji the creature struck out with an azure hued fist to impact the bear. Such a blow would have easily felled a lesser creature but the titanic nature spirit merely roared it's displeasure and retaliated with a colossal blow of it's own. The shaman nodded to himself – things were going smoothly. Now that he had a good distraction it was time to get to the real reason why he was here. Looking to the tree he stood next the man spoke some commands in a language that hinted at primeval woodlands and beasts.
Climbing down the oaks with amazing speed came several small forms. To human to be kodama yet clearly native to the Eastern lands they were the Koropokkuru - the little people of the leaves.
“Get me the urn held in the head sorcerers bedchamber.”
The shaman wasted no words in directing the tiny figures. Quicker than would be thought possible the small sprites stole into the compound. While this action would have doubtless set off all kinds of magical alarms in another situation the forest spirit currently attacking the compound had triggered all such alerts. So they snuck in under the feet of mages and past the fluttering forms of shikigami servants. Chaos still raged in the compound as sorcerers rushed to provide covering fire.
And discreetly the urn was located , grasped and spirited away to the grasp of the shaman. The older man smiled crooked yellow teeth that could be described as fangs showing within his mouth. The forest spirit sensing that his companion was about to make his departure broke away from combat bloodied and limping under the weight of countless blows and curses.
The shaman had already shifted into a state somewhere between wyvern and eagle the urn clutched firmly in his claws. Seeing this the bear spirit dispelled it's corporeal form vanishing into the aether. It wasn't until several hours later that the head of the Doman family found the urn containing the spirit of the lady Taira no Umeko was missing. An emergency meeting was called and plans were hastily made to retrieve the object.
Di's Office Kirikagure – 11:30 AM the next morning
The detective sat alone in his office sipping from a mug of green tea. Notes related to the Yatagarasu case festooned his desk. Any moment now Kirei should walk through the door and the pair would continue discussions on how to proceed with the case. As Di read he began to hear something at the edge of his perception. It started out distant – a voice speaking in an inaudible whisper. Di did his best to ignore the noise but it got steadily louder and louder overpowering his senses. Di eventualy needed to clasp his hands to his ears in a vain attempt to drown out the noise.
Even as the sound overwhelmed Di more severe effects began to manifest. A flickering played across his form and with an unholy lurch he was tugged from the reality of his room to another place.
Di would find himself hovering several feet above a large trigram set upon a grassy field. Not in his human state but rather his natural dragonic form. Around him stood men garbed in the ceremonial raiments of the onmyoji sorcerer. Their leader clearly the eldest among their number presented what appeared to be a handful of pearls to DI.
“Tianlan Se Long grandson of Bailong and prince of the oceans I summon thee from yon silver palance and grant thee tribute as befits your station. Something of great value has been stolen from me which I desire the return of. Grant me this thing and I shall bestow upon you even greater offerings”
Back in Di's office the trigram which had appeared in the field was now burned onto the wooden floor. When Kiri ineveitably walked through the door he would be met with a strange vista. Floating in the middle of the office would be a rift opened above the trigram. Showing the field which the Onmyoji conversed with Di – almost as if the young Uchiha could simply walk up to it and step through to another place...
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Glowing embers fell from the bowl of the shamans pipe as he tapped out the last of it's contents onto the earth. Before him lay the hated stronghold of the enemy. Those who would twist the power of nature for their own self serving gains. The world was a place of cause and effect even those living in the relative comforts of city life could not escape this fact. Damn up a river and eventually a flood would come to sweep your best efforts away to nothing.
The shaman ran a gnarled hand through his ruddy beard, his fingers caressing the skulls of birds and other small animals that were woven into it's locks. Beside him stood a companion – a great brown bear from the depths of Kirigakure's forest. The shaman was by no means a small man nearly seven feet in hight and immensely strong despite his advanced age. The bear however towered over him nearly double his height and covered in what appeared to be glowing lines that ran around it's anatomy. Emerald eyes that shone with a fluorescent light combined with the lines to suggest that the creature was something supernatural in nature and nor merely a common predator.
Raising an arm the shaman pointed out towards the fortress of his hated enemy. Grunting a noise of assent the forest spirit (for what else could such a creature be?) loped down towards the entrance picking up speed as it went. At the compound the night watchman blearily came awake before screaming in terror at the hulking form coming towards him. Before the bear could come too close however fiery kanji lit up the ground indicating the activation of hidden seals.
From the aether emerged the guardian of the compound. Rivalling it's ursine adversary in size it was a great oni of blue colouration. One of the descendants of Shuten Doji the creature struck out with an azure hued fist to impact the bear. Such a blow would have easily felled a lesser creature but the titanic nature spirit merely roared it's displeasure and retaliated with a colossal blow of it's own. The shaman nodded to himself – things were going smoothly. Now that he had a good distraction it was time to get to the real reason why he was here. Looking to the tree he stood next the man spoke some commands in a language that hinted at primeval woodlands and beasts.
Climbing down the oaks with amazing speed came several small forms. To human to be kodama yet clearly native to the Eastern lands they were the Koropokkuru - the little people of the leaves.
“Get me the urn held in the head sorcerers bedchamber.”
The shaman wasted no words in directing the tiny figures. Quicker than would be thought possible the small sprites stole into the compound. While this action would have doubtless set off all kinds of magical alarms in another situation the forest spirit currently attacking the compound had triggered all such alerts. So they snuck in under the feet of mages and past the fluttering forms of shikigami servants. Chaos still raged in the compound as sorcerers rushed to provide covering fire.
And discreetly the urn was located , grasped and spirited away to the grasp of the shaman. The older man smiled crooked yellow teeth that could be described as fangs showing within his mouth. The forest spirit sensing that his companion was about to make his departure broke away from combat bloodied and limping under the weight of countless blows and curses.
The shaman had already shifted into a state somewhere between wyvern and eagle the urn clutched firmly in his claws. Seeing this the bear spirit dispelled it's corporeal form vanishing into the aether. It wasn't until several hours later that the head of the Doman family found the urn containing the spirit of the lady Taira no Umeko was missing. An emergency meeting was called and plans were hastily made to retrieve the object.
Di's Office Kirikagure – 11:30 AM the next morning
The detective sat alone in his office sipping from a mug of green tea. Notes related to the Yatagarasu case festooned his desk. Any moment now Kirei should walk through the door and the pair would continue discussions on how to proceed with the case. As Di read he began to hear something at the edge of his perception. It started out distant – a voice speaking in an inaudible whisper. Di did his best to ignore the noise but it got steadily louder and louder overpowering his senses. Di eventualy needed to clasp his hands to his ears in a vain attempt to drown out the noise.
Even as the sound overwhelmed Di more severe effects began to manifest. A flickering played across his form and with an unholy lurch he was tugged from the reality of his room to another place.
Di would find himself hovering several feet above a large trigram set upon a grassy field. Not in his human state but rather his natural dragonic form. Around him stood men garbed in the ceremonial raiments of the onmyoji sorcerer. Their leader clearly the eldest among their number presented what appeared to be a handful of pearls to DI.
“Tianlan Se Long grandson of Bailong and prince of the oceans I summon thee from yon silver palance and grant thee tribute as befits your station. Something of great value has been stolen from me which I desire the return of. Grant me this thing and I shall bestow upon you even greater offerings”
Back in Di's office the trigram which had appeared in the field was now burned onto the wooden floor. When Kiri ineveitably walked through the door he would be met with a strange vista. Floating in the middle of the office would be a rift opened above the trigram. Showing the field which the Onmyoji conversed with Di – almost as if the young Uchiha could simply walk up to it and step through to another place...
(1010 Words)