I have trailed over the bright writings, as much as I've had the ability to acquire them. In wake of possession by spirit we call upon our greatest mediums, the maroonblooded spirit speakers, but they leave little impact. The greatest source of gift or curse lay within the sacred scatter relics, the juju, so it is writ. To my mother fuckin knowledge, no demon or being otherwise has cast hold over another without the use of these tools, or through control of mind like those rare cerulean empaths, or the indigo, like myself, bearing the gift of holy chucklevodoo.
[His eyes change for a moment, pupil-less and lit bright. They flash in colors of blue-purple and a vivid pink in rapid succession, distinctly hypnotic and unnerving. He blinks and it is gone. Just a quick demonstration.]
The voodoo of a true ninja is grander than simple psionic, for it provides us divine connection. It is said that the holy chucklevoodoo can reach a greater strength and domain than which we are presently kicking it at, but through great cost. It is fear, you see, that we hold and sense and honor. We help our fellow troll to face their fear and so find strength, but it is written that with all too much, ill can be done. There is rumor within the church that it may alter the very soul, scarring it forever, and thus no attempts have ever been made to try, nor cure.
[A sad thing to say to she when she is so dearly in need of help, but he is not without hope!]
My homie, Sam Wilson, names himself a high demon though. An angel most righteously fearsome, riding upon wings of steel in place of feather. Word and blood on Messiahs he will do no harm despite. He is a friendly angel! He ought know more of possession! [Kurloz beams, quickly going to pass a message to Sam to summon him in here.]
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[His eyes change for a moment, pupil-less and lit bright. They flash in colors of blue-purple and a vivid pink in rapid succession, distinctly hypnotic and unnerving. He blinks and it is gone. Just a quick demonstration.]
The voodoo of a true ninja is grander than simple psionic, for it provides us divine connection. It is said that the holy chucklevoodoo can reach a greater strength and domain than which we are presently kicking it at, but through great cost. It is fear, you see, that we hold and sense and honor. We help our fellow troll to face their fear and so find strength, but it is written that with all too much, ill can be done. There is rumor within the church that it may alter the very soul, scarring it forever, and thus no attempts have ever been made to try, nor cure.
[A sad thing to say to she when she is so dearly in need of help, but he is not without hope!]
My homie, Sam Wilson, names himself a high demon though. An angel most righteously fearsome, riding upon wings of steel in place of feather. Word and blood on Messiahs he will do no harm despite. He is a friendly angel! He ought know more of possession! [Kurloz beams, quickly going to pass a message to Sam to summon him in here.]