Sir Les Paul
The Duke of Chords
The group had a fair amount of time - a few hours - to converse over what happened. Some were more open than others, some didn't let out a word of what they experienced and some were still exhausted after the events earlier. A lot of the time was filled with silence, mostly out of the general tiresome nature of being a disembodied spirit. It was numb. It was dull. It was boring. And, at just two days, it was just a fraction of what some spirits endured. What little time was left was speculation and a little worry - all over the eggs that were about to hatch. While the group found ways to use its time, Botan was on standby waiting to see what happened. The eggs were close. Any minute now, she thought. In many ways, she was as enthralled as the others were, but she had a lot more fear. She worried she was wrong in her decision to include Arimi. She was worried about Koenma saving three of them when otherwise they wouldn't have made it. She was worried that she tried to hard to succeed like her sister.
That worry consumed her right up until the eggs began to hatch, and it wasn't simultaneous. Some had more to feed off of than others, so some grew just a little faster.
The first egg to begin hatching belonged to Tokshi. It grew immensely warm and began radiating a bright, golden light; the surge of energy from it was enough to alert the whole group of untrained Spirit Detectives. Once life began to spring through the egg, the memories that fed it began to pour into Tokshi. Everything from the moment she got it through the eyes of the egg. And, what was the very first thing the egg remembered? That Tokshi ran off the first moment she got to check on Uta. The very first feelings that poured into the egg were selfless concern, worry and the love she had for her little brother. That seemed to be what the egg focused on, but it was far from all the egg fed off. The egg could easily recall when she saw how her body was treated. The disgust of the man that kissed her, yet the relief she was saved. It also felt the odd sensation of sweetness and gratitude she had for Rin - whom before she barely gave a second thought about. The egg fed off mixed feelings, but it somehow saw through the down-trodden experience as Tokshi felt the impact of her gang losing her. Gaps of dull moments where hours passed were frequent until the next great memory: the fight with the spirit. Tokshi was violent and ruthless, sure, but even that event was full of teamwork and camaraderie as she helped save Warren and had an odd sense of pride for Arimi when she seemingly defeated the spirit with her blast. It wasn't until later that the egg began to feed off true negative emotions. Dark ones. She saw Rin and the beast inside the egg had grown enough to recognize him and even understand Tokshi was somewhat excited to see him again. But everything after that... everything...
It was a dark, horrid mess. A memory that would scar any soul. The egg could feel the fear and terror as Rin performed the unthinkable. It sweltered inside the memory as the flames roared around them. The egg consumed all of it, and now Tokshi was seeing the same memory almost through the eyes of another person. She felt so much fear for the lost, the killed, but somehow they were just numbers: those that she really feared for were the family of the one called Toma. That little girl and her crying. That crying. It echoed inside the egg for so long and it was only silenced by the gunshot to the back of the head of one of Rin's own men. It was at that point that the odd sweetness she had from earlier, that weird sensation she had for Rin when he was upset about her loss... it was at that point that every feeling there turned into disappointment. True and utter disappointment. These were evil acts that threw Tokshi into such a terrible sense of disgust and disdain for a man she almost admired. What Tokshi didn't see is what the egg remembered. That the wife and daughter; they were spared. The egg itself had a mind of its own, and while Botan ripped Tokshi away at that time, the egg itself focused so much on the daughter of the man named Toma. Almost as if a continuous loop, the egg saw the daughter in almost the same way Tokshi saw Uta.
The memories came to a quick end as the egg began to take form. It grew into a long, slender form a little longer than her arm and as it did, it swirled around her, wrapping around her shoulders and neck. Once the golden light faded, the beast that formed became obvious. It was deep, emerald snake with gold trimming its scales that dulled for its belly and mouth. It was a beautiful creature; unlike any real snake alive, but it was a snake. It's eyes, however, were a crystal blue with a darker blue slit running through them; reptilian in nature, but otherworldly in appearance. While the snake was coiled in around Tokshi, it took form looking her in the eyes. Botan watched almost panicked. A snake... was a questionable creature. It wasn't the large, monstrous form she was warned about, but a snake? Her concern didn't last long as soon after, Eric had his egg begin to hatch. Even the snake looked over to watch, turning away from Tokshi.
Eric had a rough time, too. The first memories his egg truly developed and fed off from were those of his family. Of realizing that his parents mourned for him, too. It wasn't just the memories of that moment, either. It was his own memories. The egg fed off every single second he compared their mourning to when he was with them and crying over their brother. Just as Uta was the focus for Tokshi, Eric had a focus on his entire family - even his brother. The egg fed off some resentment for a while; a period of his life was filled with this odd feeling that his brother was the center of everything. He was the star that was fallen, but that changed when Eric was lost, too. The reality sunk in for Eric that he was just as loved and important and that is what the egg fed off of. Not long after, the egg fed off the immense negative emotions that the spirit pushed into Eric, but that was brief. Very brief. While the torture may have seemed like hours to Eric, the reality is that he was only ever around that spirit for a few minutes.
The rest of the memories the egg had were rather pleasant, although nowhere near as close to heart as the first. The time spent with Hitsu gave the egg an almost fantastical energy to feed off. The entire church experience was different for Eric and while it didn't give overwhelmingly positive emotions for the beast to feed on, it did provide it plenty to let it grow. The golden egg that Eric had glowed brightly and eventually shot up to his right shoulder before taking form. It expanded in size several times over before it took the shape of a bird with its wings stretched. It most closely resembled a dove of some kind, but around its head was a crest of black feathers that ran down its back, fading away down the middle of its spine. The outer most layer of its white wings were a matching black, giving the animal a unique contrast. Most unique was the almost barren chest of the bird which was scaled over with a set of sapphire like scales that faded into white feathers around it. The bird was beautiful and unique, but somehow more realistic than the serpent that wrapped around Tokshi.
Once the bird had hatched, there was even less of a delay for Warren. Although, he was far less active and even less memories fed his beast. The egg felt pride in his father for catching the criminals, the joy of seeing his sibling safe and even the same camaraderie that Tokshi felt, but Warren had spent so much time protecting Arimi that he had even less to spend on himself. While his memories were there, they were more faint. Less powerful, but overall, they were unique in that there were so few negative ones. Aside from the peril that the group was in at one point due to the spirit and sadness he felt due in losing his family, there was so little negative emotion for the egg to feed off. Instead, the egg fed mostly off the protective nature Warren had over Arimi. The two spent nearly a full day in a shrine after the run in with a spirit, and those hours potentially had the greatest impact on the egg.
Unlike the other eggs that formed on their owner, Warren had his golden egg shoot out like a beam of light in front of him, laying on the ground. Arguably, it was the smallest of the beasts as it just seemed to spread out and out and out as a puddle until finally its light began to fade and it took its shape. Warren was given a tortoise. Dark blue trimmed the outside of the shell that faded into a bright green in its center. The shell itself was immensely beautiful; layered like a fine cedar and more remarkable than any turtle in a zoo. Once it formed, it poked its head out of its shell, revealing a black beak and bright yellow eyes. The rest of its body including its legs was a dark green, common among turtles, but at its tail was a unique golden ball of sorts that didn't seem to retract back into the shell completely. The little animal stood up and turned toward Warren, looking up at him with its yellow-tinted eyes.
Each individual with their animal felt an immediate bond with it. Some over the memories, but more of a connection as if the animal was somewhat an extension of themselves. Warren could almost feel the thoughts of the turtle as it was fixated on protecting the others. Eric could feel the desire of his dove to spread its wings and be seen. Tokshi felt something entirely different from her animal; it was as if it trusted no one. A paranoia about the snake that kept it coiled around her. Arimi, much like Botan, was an observer to all of this. The bright golden eggs hatching into mystical creatures. Some potentially seemed similar to a few from myths, although the differences kept her from putting a name on any of them. Each one of these beasts were unique to their owner and each one gave out an entirely different aura or feeling when it was hatched. It was abundant that Tokshi had the darkest animal and specifically to Arimi it was clear that the tortoise had a deep consideration for others.
Botan breathed a sigh of relief as she watched from afar only to be surprised with a gentle hand on her shoulder. "That girl there. Hers was almost a monster," Koenma said. "What she saw must have been next to evil itself," he added, "but more importantly, something inside her kept it from becoming a real beast."
Botan turned to Koenma, gasping at first, but eventually nodding at his words. "One of the men she worked for is a monster... and she saw it first hand," Botan explained.
Koenma replied, "There are plenty of monsters in the world. I'm more interested in what kept her from being one."
There was another brief silence while Botan felt stupid for her reply. She could only explain to him what Tokshi saw, but he cared more about whatever she felt that counterbalanced that. She should have known that, too. While she questioned herself, Koenma lifted his hand and said, "Good job. Each one of them passed in their own way and that one will definitely be someone to keep an eye on... let's see how they react before we intervene." With just a few words, Koenma was able to wash away the self-pity Botan had. She smiled and nodded along. It was the first time he had given her any notice in a while alongside a compliment. Together, they watched the four to see how they reacted to their new companions.
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That worry consumed her right up until the eggs began to hatch, and it wasn't simultaneous. Some had more to feed off of than others, so some grew just a little faster.
The first egg to begin hatching belonged to Tokshi. It grew immensely warm and began radiating a bright, golden light; the surge of energy from it was enough to alert the whole group of untrained Spirit Detectives. Once life began to spring through the egg, the memories that fed it began to pour into Tokshi. Everything from the moment she got it through the eyes of the egg. And, what was the very first thing the egg remembered? That Tokshi ran off the first moment she got to check on Uta. The very first feelings that poured into the egg were selfless concern, worry and the love she had for her little brother. That seemed to be what the egg focused on, but it was far from all the egg fed off. The egg could easily recall when she saw how her body was treated. The disgust of the man that kissed her, yet the relief she was saved. It also felt the odd sensation of sweetness and gratitude she had for Rin - whom before she barely gave a second thought about. The egg fed off mixed feelings, but it somehow saw through the down-trodden experience as Tokshi felt the impact of her gang losing her. Gaps of dull moments where hours passed were frequent until the next great memory: the fight with the spirit. Tokshi was violent and ruthless, sure, but even that event was full of teamwork and camaraderie as she helped save Warren and had an odd sense of pride for Arimi when she seemingly defeated the spirit with her blast. It wasn't until later that the egg began to feed off true negative emotions. Dark ones. She saw Rin and the beast inside the egg had grown enough to recognize him and even understand Tokshi was somewhat excited to see him again. But everything after that... everything...
It was a dark, horrid mess. A memory that would scar any soul. The egg could feel the fear and terror as Rin performed the unthinkable. It sweltered inside the memory as the flames roared around them. The egg consumed all of it, and now Tokshi was seeing the same memory almost through the eyes of another person. She felt so much fear for the lost, the killed, but somehow they were just numbers: those that she really feared for were the family of the one called Toma. That little girl and her crying. That crying. It echoed inside the egg for so long and it was only silenced by the gunshot to the back of the head of one of Rin's own men. It was at that point that the odd sweetness she had from earlier, that weird sensation she had for Rin when he was upset about her loss... it was at that point that every feeling there turned into disappointment. True and utter disappointment. These were evil acts that threw Tokshi into such a terrible sense of disgust and disdain for a man she almost admired. What Tokshi didn't see is what the egg remembered. That the wife and daughter; they were spared. The egg itself had a mind of its own, and while Botan ripped Tokshi away at that time, the egg itself focused so much on the daughter of the man named Toma. Almost as if a continuous loop, the egg saw the daughter in almost the same way Tokshi saw Uta.
The memories came to a quick end as the egg began to take form. It grew into a long, slender form a little longer than her arm and as it did, it swirled around her, wrapping around her shoulders and neck. Once the golden light faded, the beast that formed became obvious. It was deep, emerald snake with gold trimming its scales that dulled for its belly and mouth. It was a beautiful creature; unlike any real snake alive, but it was a snake. It's eyes, however, were a crystal blue with a darker blue slit running through them; reptilian in nature, but otherworldly in appearance. While the snake was coiled in around Tokshi, it took form looking her in the eyes. Botan watched almost panicked. A snake... was a questionable creature. It wasn't the large, monstrous form she was warned about, but a snake? Her concern didn't last long as soon after, Eric had his egg begin to hatch. Even the snake looked over to watch, turning away from Tokshi.
Eric had a rough time, too. The first memories his egg truly developed and fed off from were those of his family. Of realizing that his parents mourned for him, too. It wasn't just the memories of that moment, either. It was his own memories. The egg fed off every single second he compared their mourning to when he was with them and crying over their brother. Just as Uta was the focus for Tokshi, Eric had a focus on his entire family - even his brother. The egg fed off some resentment for a while; a period of his life was filled with this odd feeling that his brother was the center of everything. He was the star that was fallen, but that changed when Eric was lost, too. The reality sunk in for Eric that he was just as loved and important and that is what the egg fed off of. Not long after, the egg fed off the immense negative emotions that the spirit pushed into Eric, but that was brief. Very brief. While the torture may have seemed like hours to Eric, the reality is that he was only ever around that spirit for a few minutes.
The rest of the memories the egg had were rather pleasant, although nowhere near as close to heart as the first. The time spent with Hitsu gave the egg an almost fantastical energy to feed off. The entire church experience was different for Eric and while it didn't give overwhelmingly positive emotions for the beast to feed on, it did provide it plenty to let it grow. The golden egg that Eric had glowed brightly and eventually shot up to his right shoulder before taking form. It expanded in size several times over before it took the shape of a bird with its wings stretched. It most closely resembled a dove of some kind, but around its head was a crest of black feathers that ran down its back, fading away down the middle of its spine. The outer most layer of its white wings were a matching black, giving the animal a unique contrast. Most unique was the almost barren chest of the bird which was scaled over with a set of sapphire like scales that faded into white feathers around it. The bird was beautiful and unique, but somehow more realistic than the serpent that wrapped around Tokshi.
Once the bird had hatched, there was even less of a delay for Warren. Although, he was far less active and even less memories fed his beast. The egg felt pride in his father for catching the criminals, the joy of seeing his sibling safe and even the same camaraderie that Tokshi felt, but Warren had spent so much time protecting Arimi that he had even less to spend on himself. While his memories were there, they were more faint. Less powerful, but overall, they were unique in that there were so few negative ones. Aside from the peril that the group was in at one point due to the spirit and sadness he felt due in losing his family, there was so little negative emotion for the egg to feed off. Instead, the egg fed mostly off the protective nature Warren had over Arimi. The two spent nearly a full day in a shrine after the run in with a spirit, and those hours potentially had the greatest impact on the egg.
Unlike the other eggs that formed on their owner, Warren had his golden egg shoot out like a beam of light in front of him, laying on the ground. Arguably, it was the smallest of the beasts as it just seemed to spread out and out and out as a puddle until finally its light began to fade and it took its shape. Warren was given a tortoise. Dark blue trimmed the outside of the shell that faded into a bright green in its center. The shell itself was immensely beautiful; layered like a fine cedar and more remarkable than any turtle in a zoo. Once it formed, it poked its head out of its shell, revealing a black beak and bright yellow eyes. The rest of its body including its legs was a dark green, common among turtles, but at its tail was a unique golden ball of sorts that didn't seem to retract back into the shell completely. The little animal stood up and turned toward Warren, looking up at him with its yellow-tinted eyes.
Each individual with their animal felt an immediate bond with it. Some over the memories, but more of a connection as if the animal was somewhat an extension of themselves. Warren could almost feel the thoughts of the turtle as it was fixated on protecting the others. Eric could feel the desire of his dove to spread its wings and be seen. Tokshi felt something entirely different from her animal; it was as if it trusted no one. A paranoia about the snake that kept it coiled around her. Arimi, much like Botan, was an observer to all of this. The bright golden eggs hatching into mystical creatures. Some potentially seemed similar to a few from myths, although the differences kept her from putting a name on any of them. Each one of these beasts were unique to their owner and each one gave out an entirely different aura or feeling when it was hatched. It was abundant that Tokshi had the darkest animal and specifically to Arimi it was clear that the tortoise had a deep consideration for others.
Botan breathed a sigh of relief as she watched from afar only to be surprised with a gentle hand on her shoulder. "That girl there. Hers was almost a monster," Koenma said. "What she saw must have been next to evil itself," he added, "but more importantly, something inside her kept it from becoming a real beast."
Botan turned to Koenma, gasping at first, but eventually nodding at his words. "One of the men she worked for is a monster... and she saw it first hand," Botan explained.
Koenma replied, "There are plenty of monsters in the world. I'm more interested in what kept her from being one."
There was another brief silence while Botan felt stupid for her reply. She could only explain to him what Tokshi saw, but he cared more about whatever she felt that counterbalanced that. She should have known that, too. While she questioned herself, Koenma lifted his hand and said, "Good job. Each one of them passed in their own way and that one will definitely be someone to keep an eye on... let's see how they react before we intervene." With just a few words, Koenma was able to wash away the self-pity Botan had. She smiled and nodded along. It was the first time he had given her any notice in a while alongside a compliment. Together, they watched the four to see how they reacted to their new companions.
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