Post by Paksennarion on Nov 21, 2013 11:28:51 GMT -5
Kohaku wet the quill with her tongue before continuing to write on the aged vellum. Her wispy writing was slanted and scratchy but she had practiced the kanji over and over again enough times that she knew it was perfectly readable. She had forgotten how hard it was to write on this kind of paper, the old skin had turned satiny with age but it still seemed to ward of ink like it was just created yesterday. Her message was short, it had to be for the runes she had inscribed in the paper to work properly, it detailed only four concise lines:
Spiritualists Wanted for Evening Tea and Conversation. If interested please come to Baku Park at 6 p.m. on Thursday night. Free refreshments and books available. Networking possible.
Paraphrasing was so difficult, but the glowing energy that lived within the paper now that she had put her own magic spell on it was hard to catch in something so flat and thin. So her words had to be short and Kohaku had never been very good at not rambling on to explain something. In the end she hoped it would be enough to entice the people she had felt on her periphery. Kohaku's senses were ever growing, it seemed as if now she felt even beyond the scope of just Japan. Each person, and their own special spark, was something she tracked without really thinking about it. And her wandering mind often found itself aligned with that of another magic user. That was how she had learned of all these people, and after tracking their auras she had grabbed at a bit of their reiatsu and used the signal to program these invitations.
They would appear at the location of the people she was inviting, all ten of them. She hadn't been able to feel any more than that, and Kohaku had also wanted to avoid inviting people with only a tiny spark. Those humans who weren't spiritually aware but still had learned through ritual or religion how to cast spells. Instead she wanted to focus on the more concrete, the type of people who might just be able to help each other. She always felt so alone as the only magic user that she knew, and that loneliness had spurred her to do this event. The money she had saved up was just enough to get a few tables and some food and she brought her own occult books to share with others.
What Kohaku really wanted was for magic users to find a common group, for people like herself to have others they could turn to when they had a problem with their spells or they had come across something too big for one person to handle alone. She really felt as if they were all a family, diverse and different as everyone was. But not just any human could manifest a power, and less could manifest one that relied so heavily upon the magicks of this earth.
Sitting on a cold bench she tried to keep the fliers from being dragged out by the wind. With a finishing flourish of her quill Kohaku completed the last line and the ink bled through the top copy to all ten pages below. Folding her right hand into a mudra of power, she chanted softly beneath her breath and called upon the messenger kami to see her pages to their proper location. Then she opened her eyes and leaned back, content to wait and see if anyone would show up. If anyone would heed her call for family.
WC: 600 | GP: 12 | Total GP: 12