I thought you meant a figure of speech. You mean he literally turned your people into... metal?
[That's a hard one to swallow, even after watching some of the others' memories himself. He isn't so rigorous in upholding the boundaries of privacy.]
You're right, I don't. [He steps forward so that his face is visible in the moonlight, reaching up to loosely hold either end of the towel still slung around his neck.] But unless you plan on getting inside my head to see my memories, you'll understand what I'm talking about if you see it.
[And memories are the key to unlocking his power, as he's come to learn. The most painful, miserable, enraging of his memories, the ones that hurt enough to stir the power sleeping inside. He doesn't have to think back far--his grave has put one on display for all to see.
Inwardly casting out for feelings of heartache outwardly releases the darkness into his body in an immense flood of dark chi. As Kuai watches, it announces itself in his face, changing its terrain into something terrible, coating brown eyes in oily blackness from sclera to iris and flushing the skin around them with a pronounced latticework veins. Even his voice, when he speaks, is deeper, reverberating with it.]
This is what it means to be a dark one. Ever seen one before?
[He lets go and the darkness retreats, fading away.]
Not many people can match a dark one's fighting ability in that state. They can be dangerous if they can't control it. In my world, people either fear this power or want to use it for themselves. Even the Master was afraid, and she was one. If she were here to speak for herself, I bet she'd agree with your Grandmaster--except it wasn't emotions she removed, it was power.
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I thought you meant a figure of speech. You mean he literally turned your people into... metal?
[That's a hard one to swallow, even after watching some of the others' memories himself. He isn't so rigorous in upholding the boundaries of privacy.]
You're right, I don't. [He steps forward so that his face is visible in the moonlight, reaching up to loosely hold either end of the towel still slung around his neck.] But unless you plan on getting inside my head to see my memories, you'll understand what I'm talking about if you see it.
[And memories are the key to unlocking his power, as he's come to learn. The most painful, miserable, enraging of his memories, the ones that hurt enough to stir the power sleeping inside. He doesn't have to think back far--his grave has put one on display for all to see.
Inwardly casting out for feelings of heartache outwardly releases the darkness into his body in an immense flood of dark chi. As Kuai watches, it announces itself in his face, changing its terrain into something terrible, coating brown eyes in oily blackness from sclera to iris and flushing the skin around them with a pronounced latticework veins. Even his voice, when he speaks, is deeper, reverberating with it.]
This is what it means to be a dark one. Ever seen one before?
[He lets go and the darkness retreats, fading away.]
Not many people can match a dark one's fighting ability in that state. They can be dangerous if they can't control it. In my world, people either fear this power or want to use it for themselves. Even the Master was afraid, and she was one. If she were here to speak for herself, I bet she'd agree with your Grandmaster--except it wasn't emotions she removed, it was power.