Akaso
“It's 'cause of these. Got special access to their se of the library,” she gestured to the coffee table, over which all four of Barzai’s scrolls were rolled out. “There was aext noting that one could just find eidolons that would otherwise be exceedingly rare to obtain from a spirit-calling rite.”
It was a half-lie. She had, indeed, read that the results of most spirit-calling rites were unevenly distributed, with weaker eidolons of a given css being more on. It just so happehat by then, she had already decided to get her eidolons by diving directly into the Gulf.
Turning to the raven, she held out her hand. It was a strahing, as she felt a p her mind ected to it, and when she looked there, she saw a window through the raven’s eyes. Its vision was in a different aspect ratio, but it saw in full cely unlike a real bird would see. Within Krahe and Casus, the bird spirit saw glowing fmes, tered iomad brain, and c throughout their bodies.
“Now what do I call you, huh?”
She sidered a number of names; from one of the ravens of Odin, to the names of several nuclear stists, to something as trite as Nevermore. Quickly, she decided to he spirit in honour of the man who had facilitated her ability to capture it in the first pce.
“...Barzai won’t mind if I borrow his name.”
The response she got was another bitcrushed sound clip, this time the instrumental opening to Red Sun in the Sky. It wasn’t funny, yet it caught her off-guard, and Krahe ughed.
“Alright, that’s enough. Get ba.”
And it did. As before, Barzai dove straight into her chest and disappeared in a burst of smoke.
“I have never seen a True Eidolo I feel as though this one is aberrant somehow. It erupted from a great malit your chest down the middle.”
“It… Did, did it? Iing. I didn’t realize until now.”
She furrowed her brow in focus.
“...Oh, yeah. I feel it pushing right here when I try to call it out again,” she ented, offhandedly rubbing up and dowernum. Moving on from that uling fact as if it weren’t anything to worry about, she looked around. The angle-web had burned out, leaving only ash and crusty residue. Her eyes went wide after she crossed and uncrossed her arms, and long threads of slimy residue were pulled between them. Instantly deg that ing the floor was of a lower priority than this mater, she made her way into the bathroom. Casus, struck by curiosity, turned his own attention to Barzai’s writings, and found himself uo parse anything past the halfoint of the first scroll. Moving onto “Occultic Practices of Ashametan”, he found himself quickly skimming over the fuals of occultism and theurgy, and moved onto the manners in whi eidolon might be called forth. It even included a tiering system for Eidolons, breaking up the greater system csses into a wide variety of sub-tiers. Amusingly, of the top three eidolon rating systems, the Reaper Standard and Atropal Standard were wo and three. The no. 1 was, of course, the Seven Spoke System’s owhod of cssification, though the book described it as imprecise, breaking each greater eidolon css into only three sub-tiers. In this same se, he learned of the diverse methods for achieving what Krahe had just done, and realized that, pared to the uain rod fishing of these rites, she had simply decided to do it herself.
Wet feet on tile. Frantic. Then, the noise was gone. Krahe’s astral form strode through the ft, into the kit. Rustling of paper. Water being poured. Then came the unmistakable sound of someorying to swallow a Css-1 reje suppressant all at once. A full mier, she once more passed through the living room in astral form. Casus tinued his reading, uurbed.
Meanwhile, in the shower, Krahe took time to look inward.
[EIDOLONS]
[LESSER EIDOLON VAULT NO. 1]
[Astral Morphology:]
Three-eyed Chthonian Eel
Developed through ption of astral matter sloughed off from humanoid souls traversing Kenoma and residehiral Brine Pool.
[Eidolon Status:]
Tier 1
Fully Nourished
Unbound
[LESSER EIDOLON VAULT NO. 2]
[Astral Morphology:]
Three-eyed Chthonian Eel
Developed through ption of astral matter sloughed off from humanoid souls traversing Kenoma and residehiral Brine Pool.
[Eidolon Status:]
Tier 1
Fully Nourished
Unbound
[TRUE EIDOLON VAULT NO. 1]
[Astral Morphology:]
Raven of Ruinous Eyes “Barzai”
Developed via retroactive iphagy of the host upon bonding.
[Morphological Archetype:]
Scout/Skirmisher
[Eidolon Status:]
Boon Symbiosis: Deathsmoke Blessing
When maed in its natural form, this eidolon is difficult to notice for those not inteo notice it, and may appear as a mundane raven.
Boon Symbiosis: Phase of Earthen Jade
This eidolon bes from the reinf properties of this boon.
Fully Nourished
Unbound
By all ats, it couldn’t have been more of a success. Her Lesser Eidolons fell well into the highest tier of their css, and though she couldn’t quite yet grasp how she might achieve the Demon Core or whether a True Eidolon could everetched that far. Perhaps one of her Lesser Eidolons might suffice for a smaller version of it, if they turned out powerful enough; after all, a Bloody Reaper demanded only a Tier 2 Lesser Eidolon to empower it. Who was to say that her Demon Core couldn’t be made to work with a Tier 1?
While she mulled these thoughts over, she meticulously scrubbed away the film of slime that had formed on her skin. It was among the listed side effects of the rite, supposedly “benign astral dehen, as she re-read Barzai’s listing, a new boon symbiosis appeared.
Boon Symbiosis: obog’s Mystic Wisdom
This eidolon wishes to bee a Daemon Core.
The sed to st word tinuously flickered bad forth between “Demon” and “Daemon”. It looked more like Daemon than Demon, so Daemon Core it was. It fit, Krahe supposed, if this spirit - this daemon, by any other name - was to fuel her magical atrocity.
When she looked into the pside herself where Barzai made its , she found the raven-spirit g itself on… Something. She wasn’t sure what. Vague, smoky wisps floating in the void. It ate the st wisp, and turhe burning coals it had for eyes directly into her mind’s eye, staring at her from nowhere. Looking at the raven, and knowing its own wishes, she residered her inal cept for the Daemon Core thaumaturgy. At that instant, more wisps of smoky substance appeared around it, and it began its feast anew.
Not quite sure what was taking pce, Krahe honed in on the fual cept of the Daemon Core and tried to fius specific elements, in particur the possibility of altering the instability of its core so that, if necessary, it could be enclosed only most of the way to direct its ruinous energies in a particur dire. Before she was even done sh, Barzai had already fallen asleep - at least, that’s what Krahe interpreted from the spirit losing all cohesion aing to a vaguely spherical ball of smoke.
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