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>>337826
I decide to seek out Big first. He's had the night to mull over things-and I find myself idly wondering if he's planning to leave once we get back to Istanbul-he's been a bit more quiet than usual, these last few days. And with the excuse of needing to learn about Spirit Animals and how they are bound, I can spend some time talking with him, and maybe better sense why he's been acting aloof. Doesn't take me too long to find him-watching as Helmi fights Tuomo and Veiko in yet another of the families endless string of sparring matches. At my approach he waits placidly for me to speak.
"So. You had the night."
>[Big]"That I did."
...That way, huh? Alright.
"As it happens I need some advice on a topic you're well versed."
>[Big]"You finally want to learn how to shoot properly?"
Don't acknowledge it, just keep rolling-
"Spirit Animals, and how they are claimed."
>[Big]"...And why would you need to know a thing like that-you got yourself a Soul Weasel."
"Sake? Whatever I did while striking the pact aside, I cannot use his power-he's going to need a new weasel's body, something I plan to arrange-but still, the Kamaitachi is no spirit animal to me."
>[Big]"I know, you're no Spirit Shaman, Dirt Snake's certain of that-so why ask?"
"Is it not enough that I could benefit from the knowledge? Last I checked, you were under no illusion of me being altruistic."
>[Big]"....Fine, why not, it's been buggin' me how shitty the cribbed info you got from Dirt Snake was, all said and done-might as well jaw at yah. Lend an' ear-stay a while, and listen."
Over the course of an hour, I learn some rather interesting things:
-While there are multiple ways to claim a Spirit Animal, and the way he was taught is not the only one, there are a vast number of lethally unworkable ways to attempt a Spirit Binding, then there are successful ways.
-I also learn that Spirit Binding, the general term for what a Spirit Shaman practices, so far as Spirit Animals are concerned, is one of the slowest magical fields to gain new innovations or uses-which directly relates to the high lethality of experimentation. He tries very, very hard to stress the danger of personal adaptation rather than adherence to the orthodox.
-The mechanism he knows requires the ingestion one hour before attempting a spirit binding of a compound that is considered secret by his tribe-and while he cannot tell me specifics about the material, he does make it plain he has some with him, should I end up needing it.
-The compound is hallucinogenic as a secondary side effect-it's primary function relates to making the soul more pliable and flexible, more able to safely weather a Spirit Binding. ..This safety is only for a mortal relative to a mortal animal's spirit-I'm not certain how I, or my rifle, would class on this scale, but I keep my considerations to myself for the moment.
-A knife that can cut both flesh and spirit is needed, for an exchange of blood and ectoplasm in the binding-this guides the soul reconditioning that slaves the spirit to the Spirit Shaman. Putting this with Sake's observations, it would seem it abuses the corporeal anchoring of the one soul to dominate the exposed, while at the same time performing a much smaller scale exchange of soul than what I experienced with Whaitiri. I am uncertain if this would apply to my shadow or my weaselly soul brother-but as both are quite outside Big's field of expertise, I don't get any clarification.
-As to how to get an unwilling-or possibly unable-spirit to comply, the chemical compound also renders contact with the mortal soul capable of very minor, temporary contact soul absorption-so far as I see it, if I just grappled something while drugged up, I'd start sapping soul until I had enough I could spill my blood and seal the pact. Again, Big is only versed in how all this plays out with Mortal Spirit Animals.
And at the end of it all-he gives me a single pouch, filled with a thick paste. He tells me to lick the bag clean when I plan to do a Spirit Binding, and that my mere, so far as he saw, should work fine. With that, he takes the opportunity to go speak with Helmi, the sparring for the moment on hold.
Content with what I learned, I wander off after my next target-Einrik, easily the most knowledgeable person available to me right now. I find him watching Markku talking with Hillevi in one of the houses muted interior gardens, looking as smugly pleased as a cat with cream still coating it's whiskers.
>[EV][In English]"Care to take a guess as to why I am so pleased?"
>[MMMMM Trait activated]
>[DDDD Trait activated]
>[RRRR Trait activated]
>[WTN Trait activated]
I can't really help myself.
"Well, I would wager that, as the only member of the current generation free to come and go as you please, you are happy to see another of yours getting to go out into the world-one that has desired it and has been completely deprived of it."
He looks ready to make a comment-but I keep going.
"But what pleases you more, I think, is that this could be the kick-start of getting the Valkonens back into the greater scheme of things-as more get to go and show their ability, given a chance to learn of worldly dangers in non-lethal ways, connections can be renewed, or forged fresh."
>[EV][In English]"...Interestingly, it seems you are still not done?"
"Correct. What pleases you most, I think, is that in making the rest of your cooped up siblings happy, in giving the clan a chance to start moving forward again, you give yourself a greater chance of being exposed to different styles even at home, more contacts to call on-and the chance to watch your father's reactions to different styles, to even further assess how what you build will work on him."
A smile oddly identical to the small, privately shared one I've seen pass between him and his father-strange.
>[EV][In English]"...Exactly as I feared-you are not blind, when you pay attention. And I think you have questions for me that ultimately deal with your own power."
"Well, wanted to know about my rifle, Keihäs here-what's up with these changes?"
>[EV][In English]"Spear? I suppose with the bayonet it can be handled as one-but why would you give her a new name?"
"What now?"
>[EV][In English]"...The advantages of having had to bouce back from debilitating permanent sensory deprivation, I suppose-one notices more. Your rifle is just a shell of imbued physical components fueled, anchored and driven by a Mortal Soul within-one that has the Name, of Silja."
I try to process this, immediately recognize it as something of a brain twister, and table it for later.
"..Well, I know that the rifle was supposed to have gained its power from a murder and subsequent brutal vengeance, originating with a Finnish women nearly a century ago."
>[EV][In English]"...Yes, an eighty year old soul, thereabouts. ...A rather impressive amount of Emotion, Regret and Ego, to have lasted so long... yes that's right, this gun can draw in material from wounded organics... which makes it somewhat more impressive, as she had to not only stay her own 'self' without ANY sensory data of any sort-with nothing but her own mind as reference-and had to do it while being given the blood of men as they died over the years-and clearly she did persist through it all, as with your recent magical oversaturation, you've.... Jostled her soul, I suppose. It's why the rifle has been changing-and I doubt this is the first time it's done this to you."
"...Do you know how it could end?"
>[EV][In English]"Absolutely not-anything I offered would be guesswork, no better than your own. I simply know she is still far from 'awake'"
"...You think I could bind her as a Spirit Animal?"
>[EV][In English]"What-why?"
"Well-I got that Amen thing-and it's bound to blood that is inside the rifle."
>[EV][In English]"...Oh that is quite an interesting predicament. ..Yes, I suppose if you bound a fellow mortal soul as servitor and minion, even if it became self-aware later the blood within it would still be under your ownership. ...I do not offer ethical advise, so I can merely say so far as I see it, mechanically it is feasible, though I wouldn't know how, specifically. ...Well, I'm of a mind to resume my training in the Wyld Goblin Arts-I think I am close to having a firm grasp of it's fundamentals."
He's right, he is-and with how helpful he's been and looks to continue to be, I have absolutely no problem losing the rest of the day-save for a jerking realization, a dreaded, passive aggressive guilt trip drawn up from his memories-as he enlists Einrik's aid to help him replace his phone-so that he can call his parents and wish them a merry christmas. His fate should he fail, to be met with a long-suffering mother quite possibly for years to come from the omission, is a fate worse than death-
And with a call that catches them 'just about' to go to sleep, I tell them of how many friends I've made in Istanbul and Finland, how business has been booming and hectic, but ultimately rewarding, and that I hope to see them soon. I'm not entirely certain my mother buy it fully, but it seems my linguistic practice is paying off-she lets me off the hook, spending a few minutes telling me of how work has been, life at home-before a yawn escapes her, and I realize just how late it is at home. I practically insist for her to get some rest, and end the call, a fate worse than death averted, a man relieved.
Whew.
Back to Einrik's training.
He does surprisingly well. I'm not sure if it's because he's had time to mull it over himself, or from watching me practice it in earnest whilst chasing my Id, but his movements have gained that sense of... comfort, in the motions he lacked before-something that makes them natural-and thus not worthy of notice, neither bad enough to gawk, or skillful enough to appreciate-the motions of a man at his craft, nothing more. I wouldn't say he pulled it all together, went from intermittent progress to a comprehensive understanding in one day.
But he wouldn't benefit much from my early journal of Goblin training anymore, of that I am certain.
SUNDAY, DECEMBER 26th, 2010
FUNDS: $79,014.72
CASH: $0.00
SHADOW PATIENCE: 80%
>>337823
>>337829
I start a new day with my pool of stored magical energy replenishing from my constant hearty, still perceivably over-large meals of magical meat-saddened as I realize I won't be able to make instant jerky anymore-as Kei... Silja, Keihäs, whatever-just outright eats meat now.
So to distract myself from the realization I've lost ready access to a tasty treat-I ask myself more questions.
So Sake-what's up with Weasel Wine-what is it, and is it reproducible?
>[Sake]"...Shadowbro is quite insistent I need glasses to irritated adjust on my snout... I do not know what he references. Well, Weasel Wine is... hm. It would be easiest, and very nearly accurate, to think of it as the unused spiritual energy left with each Kamaitachi after they are able to think, act and choose for themselves-a liquid security blanket, if you will. I had thrice the stores of a normal Kamaitachi-given I had my brother's shares-and now have but twice a normal amount.[code]"
.....No way to get more then?
>[Sake]"[code]Short of hunting living Kamaitachi-which I would rather strongly object to-no."
Guess that means I'll need to find a substitute if I want a reusable plan.
Say Sake-does my Shadow think it could replicate the Valkonen Agressive Stealth, the Riihipuori?
>[Sake]"He is fairly certain he could not-as he is still working on the metaphysical schema required to bridge what his own soul is capable of, with what he has been instructed with. He cannot give a time estimate on this being completed."
Not what I wanted to here, but little I can do about it just now.
>>337920
With that, I devote the remainder the entire day-to the little things. I spend time with the Riihivuori children, and finally learn they are going to be warded here with the Valkonens-and that they seem to have no problem with the notion, as their father was the only relative they knew all that well. I spend time hinting things to Hillevi that it would be prudent to pack-and as her excitement mounts, I watch her stay perpetually flustered as she readies for the impending trip. I spend time sparring with Tuomo and Veiko, getting a more solid feel for how to integrate Kas Pin with my own self-titled Ghost of the Spear fighting style. This time, NOT making the assumption I've gained strength from some magical powerup, I fight cautiously, judiciously-and am able to abuse my evasion and stamina to draw the fight out for hours. I can't say that I tire the twins-they seem as inexhaustible to the tides to me-but I can say I was able to, with full focus, render their efforts to catch or harm me irrelevant. I've definitely ironed out some more kinks in how I can approach close quarters encounters with the supernatural.
And with that, a day spent in general chatting, talking and laughing with everyone in the house-passes by.
MONDAY, DECEMBER 27th, 2010
FUNDS: $79,016.01
CASH: $0.00
SHADOW PATIENCE: 70%
>>337930
I... make a mistake this day. I, rather foolishly, ask Hillevi if she has anything to say to me-and as if she forgot my involvement with her coming trip, she breaks both collarbones and five ribs giving me the fiercest damn hug I've ever recieved-I don't think I've every been spun about like a child... as an adult before. Hard to appreciate it through the cracking and popping of bones-but hey, it feels like it's mostly superficial breaks.
...Mostly.
From there she basically keeps me locked down all day, between apologetic healing, a barrage of further questions about what Istanbul's like, and in general being the only source of information for an information starved teen.
I longingly look at my rifle Keihäs... or should I say Silja?
I swear, compared to her nattering all damn day, a 7.62 millimeter aspirin may be just the thing....
..Nah.
Nevertheless, I fall asleep thinking but one thing-that girl needs to learn to fucking control herself.
TUESDAY, DECEMBER 28th, 2010
FUNDS: $79,017.34
CASH: $0.00
SHADOW PATIENCE: 60%
>>338106
This was the 'conveniently keeps becoming finer and finer grained until it fades from existence so no hoarders take it or people wary of missed checkov's guns' type of bone dust.
This day, after spending time with the children again, and learning that when I brought them presents, controlled by my Id, that I was covered in KY and had my dick stuck in the jar, and that Helmi who was present at the time nearly died of asphyxiation choking off the laughter when I played santa, and I will never speak of this again, I seek out Einrik again-this time with my Buntline in hand. I ask him what he thinks of the piece. He takes it, and spends a good hour inspecting it-and scratches his head.
>[EV][In English]"....I haven't a clue."
....What?
"What?"
>[EV][In English]"I'm serious-the magic matrices within this gun are recursively layered as well as contingent on multiple variables and involved the use of infinite values and fractal-based equations. I can see it, sure-and what I see is too much. I can't separate one thing from another. None of it is overwhelmingly potent, and the collective power I detect does not worry me-but it is a puzzle I would like to hear the answer to."
Turns out Big was planning to play with the kids this morning too-but when he sees me already there, talking with Einrik, he makes his way over-and I notice he's not limping anymore.
"Leg all fixed?"
>[Big]"I suppose I should thank Helmi for that... but that girl..."
>[Ev][In English]"My sister is most adept at making it hard to be grateful to her."
>[Big]"Ain't that the truth... look, Armas, I wanted to talk to you... Einrik, you mind?"
>[Ev][In English]"Not at all."
And with a knowing smile, Einrik withdraws.
While Big tells me that he's asked-and been accepted-by the Valkonens as an extended guest. When I ask him why, this is what he tells me.
>[Big]"...Travelling with you made me feel a bit old. Stupid and childish as it is-you're stick with your dream, I can tell. Well I got a dream too, a pretty simple one-be a faster shot than my teacher, and best my tribe's Elder Shaman. I... had forgotten that, I think-not in my head, but my heart. I started to take jobs that looked... safer.. because I didn't want to die, leave my dreams unfulfilled. Well-I can't heal like you. Fine. Nothing's stopping me from getting better in other ways-and I got permission from the Head to try and claim a Magic Spirit Animal, with his personal assistance. I still plan to go back to Istanbul-hell, I've got a better chance making my name with you than going it solo-I just need to make sure I can survive alongside you. ...Eh, look, I'm not that great with words, but I know I still owe you-so I'm asking yah-can I do this?"
What's my reaction to Big's request?
I have two and a half days before we leave December 31st at midnight-what shall I fill my time with?
(Armas does NOT have a phone again-he used a landline to call his parents.)
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