Mystic gathering [Sept 25, 5:40, 2017]

[Java Aquari]

-She pulls Dusara into a hug- {Do not give up hope...sometimes the answers are where you least expect them}
"Araina...we came here to ask for your help...Dusara came seeking you for your Foresight in times of need...our time here runs short...will you be Dusara's guardian spirit for a time?"

-Araina looks to Dusara- {If it is asked with a pure heart...then yes...} -she smiles-

[Ccompton]

-Dusara blinks and looks concerned- "I would not consider my heart pure, it is the creation of hundreds of spirit's energy bound to a will that created me. I would not ask you to protect me unless it was also your own will, I have too much to give back to hope to ask for more."

[Java Aquari]

-Araina sets her hand on Dusara's shoulder- {It is not What your heart is made of...it is what you truly are} -She still smiles as she gently fades from their view, but a glowing white hand-print still remains on Dusara's shoulder, her presence is still there.-

"She has chosen to grant you Foresight...she rests now with your body as our mind and spirit linger here...we have one more thing to do if you truly wish to aid spirits and to become a powerful Mystic...You must feel what they feel...I give you this choice...we can return...or I can let you feel and hear the Deadlands at full..."

[Ccompton]

-Dusara stands stunned for awhile and shakes her head, I would follow where you lead Java-

*Her body gives another twitch as the sun sears into her*

[Java Aquari]

-Java holds up his free hand, and snaps his fingers. The snap sounding loud and echo's across the deadlands. It starts small, feelings and emotions. Sorrow, Envy, wrath, hurt, mistrust, emptiness, and countless other negative emotions one might feel before death, at death and after death. Words start to creep in next, pleas for mercy, wishing for love, rage of betrayal, and many more words before death, at death and after death. The emotions start to build along with the words. Soon its a torrent of emotions and words as the Deadlands feel even more Dead then before. The strongest emotion to creep into their minds is FEAR, Fear of everything involving death.-

"In time a Mystic grows use to the words and can push them out, along with the emotions...but the stronger one becomes with the deadlands...the harder it is to tune them out...and Her influence is in every shadow..." -as dark tendrils materialize around Java, seeming to always have been there but hidden- "Haldora is Goddess of the Deadlands...Every Mystic owes some favor to her...it is up to them to let her in, or keep her out...but she is always here."

[Ccompton]

-At the beginning of the emotions and whispers Dusaa steels herself and stands up straighter- "I can understand the emotions, and sympathise with those who radiate them. I would grant my respect to haldora when I enter or beseech her realms"

[Java Aquari]

-He smiles- "You take dis well, I've met many who buckle at first" -he snaps his fingers and as fast as they came the emotions and words fade- "You've done well Dusara...our time is short...we will be thrown back if we dont go willingly"