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The Origin of the Incomplete; Open maybe. Likely. Possibly.
Topic Started: May 3 2018, 04:20 AM (411 Views)
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One night... Things got weird for the word spirit. Tekigo found himself dreaming without any control over his dreams, always the same dream, always the same scene... It all starts the same way...

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In a foolish attempt to find answers on his own, the word spirit, in the form of a pale kid with weird clothes, wolf ears and tail, procured various items: incenses, a stone bowl, a pure white cloth, water from the shrine, instructions on how to do divination.

Crazy this idea was, he had zero hopes of it working. Tekigo made zero attempts in hiding his presence, people would see him go around the shrine and behind it, carrying the stone bowl full of those items, and then a bucket with the water.

Reading from the paper where he wrote the instructions, he would act accordingly:

"First, pray in silence to honor the Gods."

"Next, fill the stone bowl with blessed waters without splashing, and without overflowing. If either happens, the rite may not work as intended."

"Gently rest the white cloth on the stone bowl. This will be the spirit's canvas for the answer you seek."

"With a single drop of purified ink, let it fall in the center of the canvas, from no more than one open hand away. At this point, inquire them in what you need, being respectful and mindful that even a God or a Demon could be listening..."

"... Well, here goes nothing."
, he paused before the last step tilting a bottle of ink gently above the cloth, just so only a drop would fall, "Please, spirits that inhabit this shrine, this very land, guide me to where the notes of the man in my dreams lay to rest. Bring me a past that is lost.", he prayed, but was all in vain apparently...

On the cloth, was just an ink blotch, shapeless, meaningless, black like the night on the paleness of an incomplete canvas. With a disappointed sigh, Tekigo exclaimed the obvious: "It failed. Should have known better to not expect it to work."
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It just so happened that Mervyn Blaise, servant of the orisha Shango, god of thunder and justice, was in the vicinity of Kaneshima Shrine. Did he have any official business there? None whatsoever. He just happened to be in the neighborhood and because of that he was able to catch wind of some suspicious activity.

"A kid is up to something?" he replied to a man who gave him some vague information about what was supposedly occupying the attention of the shrine's visitors. "If ya ain't pulling my leg then I gotta handle it." while he didn't exactly know what the shrine's purpose was for, Mervyn did know that shrines, in general, were sacred. A hooligan defacing it was an injustice. Mervyn, as a servant of a god of justice, obviously could not allow that.

Head held high and chest puffed out, the red-clad teenager marched up to the shrine to confront this delinquent without hesitation. Given that red was a highly noticeable color he easily stood out. No matter, he assumed that the delinquent wasn't expecting anyone to stop his shenanigans. Mervyn smirked as he approached from behind. You're 'bout to be in for a rude awakening kiddo. he reached out to latch onto the boy's tail and lift him up by it.

Great. A weirdo. children weren't supposed to have tails so that meant that it was safe to classify this child as such. Then there were the second set of ears on top of his head. If Mervyn were able to, he would make sure to give those a pull too just to see if they were real.

"Listen up here, pipsqueak!" Mervyn barked at the culprit. "Can't have ya defacing shrines and all that! It isn't good for the culture!"

Wasn't good for the good culture? Funny coming from the mouth of a foreigner to Japan.
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"Maybe I should have looked up a specialist.", oblivious to anyone's approach, the moment his tail was grasped made it bush up like a scared animal, and his reaction when he was lifted up, hanging upside down was quite obvious: curl in fetal poistion with ears lowered, whining "My tail! My tail! Leggo my tail!" with an adorkable pained expression.

His ears and tail were much real, but perhaps the disturbing part were that the blackness of his pupils and irises were like that of the ink he had used in the stone bowl. "I don't deface shrines. I confess I do steal a bit from the offertory box- well, used to- but it was only enough to buy food and paper. Nothing else.", he wasn't lying at all, neither were those tears swelling under his eyes.

Oddly... He was far too light for his size.
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These things ain't coming off. Gosh, they're real. Mervyn was hoping that the ears would detach and was sour when they didn't. He hoped that this boy was a normal boy playing dress up because he knew how to deal with those. How did he know how to deal with those was a story best saved for another day.

Holding firmly onto the child's tail he turned from the shrine and started walking away with him in hand. It was almost as if he were merely holding a balloon. "Whatever you were doing you were disturbing the peace!" Mervyn continued to scold him. "And no stealing!" he made sure to give him a gentle flick to the noggin as corporal punishment.

Once he felt that he was done driving morals into the boy's head he settled down, though his grip remained adamant. "I get why ya need food but what's up with stealing for paper?" if he was going to go through the trouble of stealing money then he should definitely spend it on something more worthwhile. "Anyway, where do you stay at?" rather than turn the child into the authorities he was going to instead take him home where he would speak to his parents about his delinquency. Mervyn could only imagine what kind of weird parents that such a weird child had. In his mind, he conjured an image that was best described as a pair of 'Big Bad Wolves' grinning at him ravenously as they thanked him for returning their boy safely.
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"Yowch!", that was an unusual squeal in reaction to the flicking. "I don't do it with ill intent, I'm not a bad spirit or something like that. Ah! The stone bowl! I need to return it and wash it! The cloth is mine tho, bought it just for this divination.", he was a little TOO honest in his intent.

When inquired of his intent with paper, he too did not hold back why: "Art. I love drawing and writing, because that is something my friend used to do when he was alive. We even had a diary to record our conversations. Though I didn't have a body back then..." It might be best Mervyn doesn't see such diary, unless he were ready to shed tears.

"Currently I live at Shinwagahara Sanctuary. Seeing so many animals there inspired me and Tatsuya-san is very nice.", if he were a normal child he would be an easy victim to kidnappers, certainly.
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A spirit? So this kid was something along those lines. Spectacular. Well, if he wasn't bad then Mervyn was going to take his word for it. He wasn't going to act like he never got up to any mischief in his younger days. Heck, he was nearing eighteen and he was still getting into trouble on occasion. "We'll go back and get your stuff but you have to behave." he sat Tekigo down to allow him to walk on his free will. "And don't break my trust." he raised up his finger to emphasize the electricity sparking at the tip.

As he listened to Tekigo talk he further understood that he wasn't malicious in any sense. Maybe when he took him back to his parents he wouldn't rat him out after all. "Right. That 'ole zoo place. I guess that means this Tatsuya fella is responsible for you then? He really needs to keep a better eye on you." that was how he was going to handle the situation. Blame the child's caretaker for his misbehavior rather than the child.

"So I can't just keep calling ya kid." he was asking for his name without being blatant about it. "I'm Mervyn, Mervyn Blaise. You can call me the Champion of Storms if you wanna get formal." There was really nothing official about such an exaggerated title let alone formal but he was insistent on keeping it attached to his person.
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After Tekigo was finally let down on his feet, he quickly rushed and got to the stone bowl. However after he lifted the cloth he paused for a moment, looking at the ink that didn't sink completely into the cloth, forming a faint visage of a tree between smaller shrines. It was hard to tell what it was, one would need to squint to notice, but he felt that may be the answer.

Wrapping the cloth around waist, he proceeded to do the unexpected: drink the water, blackened by the ink, lifting the stone bowl as if it was nothing but a plastic bucket partially filled with water. What of the black water tinted his clothes, was absorbed and the colors returned to white and red.

Sighing after the heavy drink, his tail began to wag and his ears perked up. "Ah, that was nice! Hm, Thank you Mervyn, for trusting me... Tatsuya is like a big brother to me, and he gave me a place and purpose, for a spirit that longed for peace of heart."

"I think I have seen a tap somewhere nearby, it will be a good place to wash the stone bowl before I return it to where it was. My name is Tekigo Ookami, a word spirit that wandered all across Japan."
, his tail swished as he showed his friendly, innocent smile to Mervyn... While holding the stone bowl over his shoulder with one hand.
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Mervyn understood that being able to control electricity wasn't exactly normal but he felt that it was in comparison to what he just witnessed the boy, Tekigo, do. "Did you just drink that!?" Mervyn exclaimed, clenching the sides of his head in fear. "Oh shit! We gotta call those detox people!" as he didn't really know what he was talking about he instead opted to take Tekigo to the hospital. "C'mon we gotta get you to a doctor quick! Don't die on me!" before he could grab onto Tekigo's hand he would realize that he was perfectly fine.

"Phew," Mervyn sighed out of relief. Now that the scare was over he could focus on the absolute puzzlement brought onto him by what the boy did. Thankfully, he wouldn't have to worry about it for too long as he was given an explanation that was equally as confusing. "So you're not human." that was the easiest summarization he could make. People who weren't human were certainly capable of devouring things that humans couldn't. He at least knew that much and was willing to accept it. "If ya start feeling sick lemme know. I'll run you to the hospital, alright?" until he got Tekigo back home he was taking responsibility for him.

"So, Tekigo, it ain't every day that I see someone up to the weirdness you were just up to." wow, talk about being blunt. "What's so important about that bowl? I'm sure there's got to be a thousand like it." Mervyn had little legitimate knowledge to back up his assumption but he still felt that there was truth to it. How special could a freaking bowl be? It was amazing to him that Tekigo was so intent on retrieving it.
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"It's alright, my ink is non-toxic. Plus, it's completely safe for human consumption too!", he gave a low laugh at how Mervyn panicked. Perhaps he should have told so BEFORE downing an entire bowl full of inked water! But since there was no harm done, well...

"Hm, the only time I felt sick was when I tasted a bad brand of paint. Paint and ink are absorbed naturally in my body, but if it is no good, it will cause me to have quite a fever until I wash it off my body. So don't worry. As for this bowl, it was in front of one of the small shrines, but was empty. I suppose it's for offering for spirits or something.", and with that he stopped to think for a moment.

In the shrine he saw projected on the cloth there was something in the shape of the bowl. "I will take it back after offering the spirit some flowers. Maybe they gave me this hint for borrowing their bowl...", he patted the cloth around his waist, before leading Mervyn towards the path of the forest, lined with smaller shrines.
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Mervyn raised an eyebrow when Tekigo told him that ink was safe for human consumption. "That doesn't even make sense." he was sure that if he tried to drink ink from any other source that it would not go well for him. Then there was the matter of how it tasted. Based on its smell, Mervyn figured that ink did not make for a good drink.

"Yo, Tekigo, I don't know if your home is this way or not but that's where I'm trynna take you." it would take a bit of convincing to get Mervyn to go along with anything otherwise. Babysitting wasn't exactly apart of his agenda for the day so he aimed to get the escort over with as soon as possible.

As they walked Mervyn couldn't help but further wonder about the boy was up to. When he found him he was so focused on his "ritual" that it was kind of disturbing. "Is...uh...everything alright with you, bro?" once the concern entered his mind he was unable to refrain from addressing it. Duty called.
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"My existence itself doesn't make sense!", with a laugh he mocked of himself. Tekigo's very existence was an absurdity if one looked deeper into it, down to how he continues to exist, past the what composes his body. "Don't worry, I'm just gonna- Oh, flowers over there!", his answer was cut short by his change of focus.

Colorful flowers drew his attention, growing between the shrines. Being careful on how to pick them out, he placed them in the bowl and walked a little further the road, coming to a stop in front of the shrine he saw in the cloth.

But he should answer Mervyn, right? "Mervyn, when you caught me... I was following a cheap guide for divination, to find out something that a man may have left behind. This man appears in my dreams and seem to know what I was, or what I am... He might know what I am, and how I came to this world."

Placing the bowl to rest before the shrine on the left, he made a brief prayer to both shrines, before he stood before them, facing the tree behind them, exactly in-between both. Bringing out the cloth, he rose it so Mervyn could see: it was vague, but squinting the eyes would make it seem like this was the place.

"See? Should be somewhere around here. Maybe if I find it, I will stop having this strange dream."
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Tekigo's existence definitely did not make sense. Mervyn was going to have to live with that. When Tekigo got distracted by the flowers Mervyn stopped and observed what it was that he was doing before deciding on whether or not to stop him. Judging that his actions were innocent, Mervyn started to follow him again when he resumed movement. When he finally got the answer to his question he was astonished. He knew instantly that he had to help this boy however he could.

Trying his hardest to comprehend the image on the cloth, Mervyn grunted and gave up. "Well I got your back if ya need my help." he didn't know exactly what to look for but he was sure that Tekigo would better elaborate. "Don't how this is gonna help though, kiddo. Even if you find out what you are...you still gotta be who you are." he wasn't exactly sure if he conveyed what he was trying to say properly to Tekigo. If he didn't then he planned on showing him the meaning somehow.

"So...uh...I'mma need you to explain to be exactly what's on that there rag." what Tekigo thought he was showing him and what Mervyn perceived the image to be were two entirely different things. Mervyn wasn't going to be the best help in the world but he was help nonetheless.
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"Squint your eyes and you'll see the image on this cloth matches this view. Not by a lot, but this is already something. ... You are right on that I should be who I am. But perhaps the reason I have been having the same dream lately without any control over it is because it is my time to find out why I am here... Why is it Kaneshima that brought me to relax at last, you see.", the wolf boy carefully walked between the two shrines after letting Mervyn observe the scene on the cloth.

Knelling before the tree behind them, he touched the ground. "All this time I had no clue on why I existed. Why I couldn't talk with humans, why that single boy was able to see me, why I adopted the name Tekigo, why the word Ookami resonates with me so much that it has become my heart.", there was some sort of nostalgia in the kid's tone. With both hands, he now felt the ground before him.

"Lately this dream, this man in it, somehow exorcised me from a child possessed by a desire to kill. Briefly he mistook me for a vengeful spirit, but in truth... I was just a formless shadow without anything to call my own. and when he wrote a little in the book he was writing, his words seemed to affect that me. Then I found what was my Missing Word: Wolf.", as he spoke said word, he used English instead of Japanese. "Wolf"? Quite an odd word to feel attached to?

After feeling the soil a little, he dug his little fingers in, carefully opening the ground, as to make as little mess as possible. "This strange man must have been my first real friend, and I want to be able to remember the name of my friends before I came to Kaneshima. He may have found out what I am, and his book might be here, incomplete like me, but holding my truth.", his voice was constantly reminiscing of a past he forgot, trying to hold onto the images he had in his dream.

"I know I'm not evil... I'm an innocent being. Mischievous at worst, but I still respect the spirits, great or small, I still care about people I never knew..."
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Mervyn did as Tekigo told him and squint his eyes. It was quite the challenge but eventually, he was able to make out the view around them on the cloth. Once his bewilderment faded he looked to Tekigo so he could further elaborate on the situation. Mervyn's stance on the matter stood. He didn't care what Tekigo was as long as he wasn't evil, but he also had to understand Tekigo's desire to know what he was. He knew that if he were in the boy's shoes that he would want the same. However, he intended on encouraging Tekigo to remain true to himself regardless of what answers he found. That was the role he decided to play.

As for the story itself, Mervyn understood little of it. So Tekigo used to be a shadow attached to a little boy or something like that? And the whole thing about 'wolf' being his missing word confused Mervyn even more. Wanting to keep their search as difficulty free as possible, he simply nodded his head and pretended to have a firm grasp on the story.

"Sounds to me like you already got an idea on what you are. You just need confirmation." the way he spoke about himself led Mervyn to believe that he possessed a great perception of his identity already. What good would discovering his "truth" provide him? That was what he wondered. "Guess I'll look around too." he dropped down on his hands and knees and began feeling about as well.
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"Yes, but... How do I put this... I'm scared? One thing I want is to be able to live in harmony with others, but my feelings aren't all true, they are all emulations of what it feels to have an emotion. At times I wish I could cry or laugh with my heart, but... Can't...", unable to truly feel... The terrifying nightmare he lives.

Tekigo's voice truly lacked fear and sorrow, same for his eyes, and overall posture. "Not here...", he shuffled the dirt back in place, and grass, giving pats as to hide the scar he left on earth, though it was going to fade away into existence over time...

And another spot around the tree he would search... But it wouldn't be the wolf kid to find it... Mervyn would hit the jackpot. A thin sealed container made out of tin, slightly rusted and the plastic film that protected it had been damaged by the roots.

Inside it, a notebook titled in english: "The Ghostly Mage's 100s"
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"Yeah...." it was at that point that Mervyn found himself unable to understand where Tekigo was coming from. As an expressive young man, he was sure that his emotions were legitimate and he couldn't imagine what it was like for his feelings to only be mere imitations. Then again, he wasn't sure what it meant for feelings to be fake. "Deep down you must feel something." without emotions one was nothing more than a hollow shell. From Mervyn had experienced with him so far Tekigo wasn't anything close to that.

After patting the ground for what felt like ages Mervyn's eyes shined when he finally came across something. "Whaddya know!" he boomed with delight before yanking whatever it was out. For a second he had almost forgotten that they were looking for something specific and of sentimental value, his desire being to find a buried treasure of sorts. "Pffft...what's this!" a notebook? That was the last thing he wanted to see as it reminded him of class. Mervyn was prepared to toss it aside until he noticed the title. "Oh?"

It was that odd that he found a book with a title in English and at the same time relieving. Material that he could actually understand. It was funny how he had previously taken for granted such a simplicity. "The Ghostly Mage's 100," he recited the title aloud. "Yo, kiddo! Lookie here!" Mervyn didn't know if it was what Tekigo was searching for or not, but prior experiences taught him that anything that had anything to do with mages tended to be of interest.
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"I wonder what is it I feel... Someone like me is close to enlightenment, if you think about it, Mervyn. Honestly, I don't like that at all. It's eerily quiet and downright creepy when I don't feel anything.", the wolf kid wasn't having luck in the second place he was digging, but his luck was bound to change...

Mervyn found it. The book. Hope found its way into Tekigo even before the title has been read, and once that came to light, he hopped to Mervyn's side, reluctantly reaching towards it. His tone, shaky: "I... I feel it... I'm still somehow connected to it... To a small degree, I feel emotions surging..."

"M-May I read it, please? I think I may more easily find what I seek by reading it myself..."
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"Eh, maybe it's good ya don't feel like that. Some people kinda let their emotions get the best of 'em." no, Mervyn was not talking about himself, at least not intentionally. There were times which he got a little too personally invested but he was by no means overdramatic. Or so he liked to think.

When Tekigo asked for the notebook Mervyn did not hesitate whatsoever to toss it over to him. "I sure as hell wasn't gonna read it, hah!" Mervyn didn't want anything to do with mages at the moment. More power to Tekigo if he wanted to dabble in that territory. "Lemme me know if ya find anything cool!" he dropped to the ground to lay on his side, planting his head in the palm of his hand and resting his other hand on his hip. Getting comfortable he made sure to let out a yawn to show that he was settling in.

"So you're finally feeling something, eh?" Mervyn asked Tekigo. "Hope it ain't ya breakfast." they were hanging around together so he might as well have a little fun. Truthfully, he was worried about the boy and the weight that would put on his heart if he found out something about himself he didn't like. Mervyn sought to try and keep the atmosphere between them light just in case there were any tough revelations awaiting the boy.
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"I know... Emotions can get someone killed...", was the sadness in his tone real, or an emulation of how Tekigo should feel? He didn't know himself... As the notebook was passed to him, he jumped a little, his tail bushing up for a moment, but seeing Mervyn make himself comfortable he has decided to do the same, seating down with his legs crossed.

The moment of truth drew uncomfortably near, his "heart" thumping, as he hesitated to open it, taking it slowly... It wasn't much to his surprise that the disclaimer on the first page mentioned how incomplete it was. Most of the pages were complete, in clear English, the few that were in Japanese were the notes past the midpoint of the notebook, towards the end, at which point it was a mix of Japanese and English.

He read things at a low tone, the tale of a mage without friends who pursued to MAKE himself a hundred friends, knowing very well the dangers of his spells... However at one point something struck him as odd: "This page is thicker than the others... Did it get glued or something?", pressing the edges and corners in he tried to peek into the gap.

"Now how to- AH!", it startled him when the pages popped apart, and one of them was actually a long sheet of paper, folded over and over. But the most shocking part was what he had found himself reading: the truth he awaited for so long, in the language from overseas.

Shades possessing people?! The hell is that?!


Tekigo's voice faltered as he got closer to the end of the letter. He didn't notice himself, but he was crying crystal-clear tears. "Mervyn... It is raining.", the sky was clear, but the word spirit's eyes were not. He didn't understand, he didn't know, those were truly heartfelt tears he shed.
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Mervyn watched as Tekigo navigated through the book. When he came across a page that was supposedly thicker than the others, it was then that he spoke. "Something's gotta be up with it." Mervyn didn't open books all that much so he didn't really know what the situation with the strange page could be. "Give it a tug," he suggested. He raised up a bit when the really long page popped out. Well, at least his idea worked.

When Tekigo claimed it was raining Mervyn became utterly confused. He looked up to see that the sky was as clear as it had been all day. Next, he looked at his arms to see if he was soaked. Not a drop had landed on him. It was then that he looked to Tekigo and saw the waterworks coming from his eyes. Though he did not read the text for himself Mervyn figured that whatever it contained must have drawn an emotional reaction out of Tekigo. Yes, an emotional reaction. A genuine one from a boy who claimed that he could not have such.

"Yo," Mervyn called out to Tekigo. He sat up, took off his jacket, and tossed it to him. "Wipe your face with your sleeves." he grinned widely as if the boy wasn't crying, as if he knew that in the end they would both reflect on this moment as joyous. "You're balling your eyes out, my man! What got you all worked up!" emulations of feelings? Bullshit. Mervyn hadn't seen earnest tears in a long time. This was the first time that he was glad to see them.
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