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Nikkai · (This post was last modified: 11-09-2019, 09:48 PM by Nikkai.)

XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#007db9e8', endColorstr='#7f9ea3',GradientType=0 ); /* IE6-9 */ }.nikkaiq_quote1 { position: relative; z-index: 5; font: 15px 'Nothing You Could Do', cursive; color: #212b34; }.nikkaiq_quote2 { position: relative; z-index: 5; font: 15px 'Nothing You Could Do', cursive; color: #212b34; }.nikkaiq_name { position: relative; z-index: 5; font: 50px 'Mr Dafoe', cursive; color: #C1CFD9; text-shadow: 0px 0px 8px #000000; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; }.nikkaiq_text { position: relative; z-index: 5; color: #C1CFD9; width: 550px; text-align: justify; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; } </style><center><div class="nikkaiq_container1"><div class="nikkaiq_container2"><img class="nikkaiq_image" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/99ab68c4-140b-4a51-8cbe-094930290c63/ddjuhtk-b74596e8-a246-46e3-92b7-4edc11fdd582.png/v1/fill/w_1087,h_735,q_70,strp/nikkai_fin_by_littlewillow_art_ddjuhtk-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9ODY2IiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvOTlhYjY4YzQtMTQwYi00YTUxLThjYmUtMDk0OTMwMjkwYzYzXC9kZGp1aHRrLWI3NDU5NmU4LWEyNDYtNDZlMy05MmI3LTRlZGMxMWZkZDU4Mi5wbmciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTI4MCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.DHgo_P0thdmSsX3T7M1De6rvTKXCZ5AbEFzHkEvbcng"><div class="nikkaiqgradient"></div><div class="nikkaiq_quote1">I've seen crazy things - out in the forest,<br>I've seen monsters chasing dreams</div><div class="nikkaiq_text">Death is not a static place - that much she's already become aware of, even before she crosses back to try and find answers. Everyone experiences death differently - it's not always the perfect dream that they all hope for, when they think about dying and reuniting with their loved ones. Sometimes it is, Nikkai had experienced that, before. She'd spent days in the quiet meadows under a warm sun, and nights under infinite stars with her brothers and sisters, her foster-father, her children. She'd met her grandchildren and great-grandchildren and welcomed them home. Other times she had been lost, in the darkest places, and nightmares as bad as any she'd seen in life. She may have found peace in death, but even she is hesitant to step back into it now. You never know what it will be. <br><br>This time she is walking along the beach, the part of death that is mirrored in Beqanna, looking for pieces of the puzzle, answers to the current mystery. And between one step and the next, she is nowhere, yet somehow seeing out of a hundred eyes, dying a hundred deaths. Murdered, eaten, slipping under the surface of the waves and drowning. The grulla mare can feel their fear, and pain, and confusion; she can hear them in the past as they discuss this very problem she is trying to solve and she can see the possible futures where each of them might be part of the solution. More poignantly, in the dark and quiet as she recovers from all of their deaths, she can see what this power she's been gifted can do, what she can give back to the world her descendants still must live in. But no gift, not even this one, is free. One of them must take the gift back, and right now, they're all dead, and not in the blown-wide-open part of death, but another place. <br><br>The sound of rushing water gradually becomes clearer, and quite overwhelmingly loud, and she opens resigned brown eyes to see where she's landed in this episode of the recent disaster. She's standing in the middle of a river, knee deep and somehow (this new magic thing can be quite helpful) not moving even though she can feel that the current is stronger than any mortal creature should be able to withstand. A glance left, and then right; the water is wider than any river she ever saw in person, and she can see that many of those whose deaths she just experienced are also coming to groggy awareness. Without trying, she knows (and presumably, they will know) that the river has separated them - not by the "good souls" and "bad souls" mythology that many believe in but by the manner of their death. On one side are those who died in relative peaceful and normal circumstances - the ones who lived to a ripe old age and fell asleep, the ones who chose a quiet death after a long life, the ones who were ill. On the other, are those who died in violence and combat - the ones who went down fighting. A branch bobs past on the current, going faster and faster; she tracks its movement and watches it tumble off the edge of the earth. <br><br>No, that's not right; not the edge of the earth, just a waterfall bigger even than the beloved one she holds dear to her heart. Apparently, this little experience is crafted as much out of her experiences as theirs. <br><br>She forgets about the current at this moment and is momentarily swept off her feet, sucked under the surface of the river; Nikkai comes up spluttering, and somehow having split herself into two Nikkai's. Weird, and totally unintentional, but she supposes since there's no way they could hear her over the river, it was a good subconscious magic use. Both Nikkai's look around at the milling groups of horses, and then across the river, where she can see that everyone has someone waiting for them on other side - even though some of them are not exactly what you would call...affable...everyone has someone they love; or at least want. It's part of mortal nature. Some of these faces are even familiar - nobody she was especially close to, but she isn't sure if that is grief or relief she feels. Turning both of her selves away from the river, she shares what she knows somehow is the escape route to this little situation. <b>"If you can get across the river to your person,"</b> she says to all assembled, <b>"You can both go home. To life."</b></div><div class="nikkaiq_quote2">& I wanna be by your side<br>when we light up the sky for the world to see</div><div class="nikkaiq_name">Nikkai</div> </div></div><font size="2">html by devin | lyrics by The National Parks </font> </center> </style><br><br><b>The Prompt</b><br>->Characters who died in battle/fighting are on one side, everyone else ('normal' deaths) on the other. If it's a gray area, make a decision for yourself based on how your character feels about their death/life and run with it. <br>->Your character is trying to get across to 'their person' on the other side, to send them both back to life.<br>->The river can't be waded, jumped, flown, or swam across. Nobody has any traits/powers, because hey, everyone's dead.<br>->But, hey, you're going to try and get across anyway. It's also death, so maybe the world doesn't follow conventional rules. Remember it's a creativity/writing quest. So it's just you and your creativity!! Be creative! Feel free to write 'their person' as helping out, to collaborate with other characters, to work with each other, whatever. <br>->Your post should include actually starting to try and get across, but should end before your characters succeed or fail. <br>->The deadline is <b>November 12th, 2019, at 10:00PM EST.</b>

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