Re: Cambridge YMCA
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Inoue locked the door behind her as she returned to her dorm room, leaned back against the door and sighed loudly. What a wild day this had been! She blames the toast gods; by their fickle whims do things happen fast! But despite the lingering redness in her eyes and cheeks, she is glad that things happened the way they did. With all the initial awkwardness and yelling out of the way early there was surely no way the days ahead of her could be worse than this. Sure, there might be demons or such which might hurt her, but she had trained for that. Angry schoolgirls... Inoue had no idea how to deal with angry, argumentative, self-righteous schoolgirls.
Inoue pushes off the door and walks to her trunk1, kneeling in front of it as she works the lock. The smell of cedar rushes up up from the empty chest to greet her. She smiles knowingly at its depths. She takes a deep breath, filling herself with air and determination, and imagines sculpting her emotions to into a ball which she sends through her arm to her fingertip. She does a little twirl with her finger and taps the rim of the chest.
"Was zweie ga aulla yor cest mea!"
With a shimmer, her possessions appear!
Inoue is very grateful that she does not have to share her room with a classmate; not because she desires privacy or space (though she admits that having them is nice) but because trying to explain her practices to a stranger not in the know would be difficult to impossible. Inoue may have been steeped in the traditions of her Sisterhood since she was little but she is not blind to how strange it all might seem to another.
Inoue pulls out several wooden incense burners, lighting them with a long-handled match. Next she removes a roll of black velvet and spreads it out across the floor, revealing a pattern in vividly contrasting silvery thread. She begins peeling off at a leisurely pace the layers of clothes she had worn that evening, breathing deeply of the earthy fragrance filling the room. When done she kneels in the center of the circle, nude save for a silver chain bearing a torii gate pendant that rested just above her modest bust. She takes the deepest breath yet, holding it, letting the sacred incenses propagate through her body. Then, she speaks;
"Honored spirits of venerable England, let my voice reach you. I have come from afar and know not the circumstances of this land. Bestow upon me the knowledge I seek, and I will realize your desires upon this plane. Let our wills entwine; let my body become your instrument; let my voice speak your words. Rrha yea ra corpu mea nha spiritum yor!"
Putting out a general call like this was always risky. She had to admit that she was nervous to do so in a land that was apparently so cursed as to summon a slayer to it. But she needed to know what this place's deal was, sooner than whenever the kami deigned to visit her dreams and in more detail than the tarot could provide. It was worth the risk. She hoped.
All she could do was wait and see who -- or what -- answered her call.
1 Which she totally always had, honest! Timey-whimey and all that!
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