hasibe ozcelik | norea (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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multiversallogs2012-03-04 05:40 pm
norea) wrote in multiversallogs2012-03-04 05:40 pm
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008; OPENISH. smoke and ash.
Who: Hasibe, open to anyone who'd come visit at Mitchell's/is there already.
What: A general post for the duration of the plot.
Where: Mitchell's flat.
When: Next couple weeks.
Notes: Beware of gnostic and other spiritual narrative rambling.
Warnings: inherent blasphemy?
What: A general post for the duration of the plot.
Where: Mitchell's flat.
When: Next couple weeks.
Notes: Beware of gnostic and other spiritual narrative rambling.
Warnings: inherent blasphemy?
To the eye of any onlooker, Hasibe appears to float in and out of consciousness as well as reality. Her skin has a fading, sliding translucence, as though she is not quite in one plane of being at one time. Sometimes her eyes are closed, but she is always still. Her shell (her "body", as it is usually called) does not change, grow, develop hunger or thirst or anything similar. Her magic, her spirit, rises from the bed in which she is reclined, snaking around the city and out the holes in reality. In theory, all faqra have a degree of this, a type of witchcraft so immense and world-breaking that it cannot be contained by mortal flesh, but Hasibe has the worst case of what she considers, when her abilities are bound, "this illness".
It's a clever disease. As she grew, it wasn't so strong, it waited for her to grow along with it. She had no idea it would be like this in her mid-twenties, her denial and her attachment to her mortality were that strong; the last time she saw the full face of it she was much younger and much less aware of what she could do. Now she appears aware of very little, only rarely even capable of vague conversation, but she knows every movement in this city, every monster and every life lost. She feels them. Sometimes she considers taking them with her; a heaven she built for them would be one she trusted more than that of these gods, with their petty disputes and their politics.
But they didn't ask for her, and she shouldn't give them a claim undesired.
The thing about Hasibe is that she was never meant to be a creature of earth, it's just that she's so good at it. Still, she knows she must stay like this, waiting for her shell to give out, or for something to change.
Do nothing.
Do nothing.
There will be consequences for the people you want to save if you move your hand again.
Even wrapped in the bearing of Melek Taus's true heir, the devil's own daughter, she doesn't really want this birthright.
It's a clever disease. As she grew, it wasn't so strong, it waited for her to grow along with it. She had no idea it would be like this in her mid-twenties, her denial and her attachment to her mortality were that strong; the last time she saw the full face of it she was much younger and much less aware of what she could do. Now she appears aware of very little, only rarely even capable of vague conversation, but she knows every movement in this city, every monster and every life lost. She feels them. Sometimes she considers taking them with her; a heaven she built for them would be one she trusted more than that of these gods, with their petty disputes and their politics.
But they didn't ask for her, and she shouldn't give them a claim undesired.
The thing about Hasibe is that she was never meant to be a creature of earth, it's just that she's so good at it. Still, she knows she must stay like this, waiting for her shell to give out, or for something to change.
Do nothing.
Do nothing.
There will be consequences for the people you want to save if you move your hand again.
Even wrapped in the bearing of Melek Taus's true heir, the devil's own daughter, she doesn't really want this birthright.
no subject
Maybe it's better if no one else ever sees the truth. The self-made object of lust persona is one she actually needs, it makes her feel grounded, as close to mortality as she'll ever come, and she wants so much to know that mortality. Most people desire power. Hasi desires to limit hers, to know what it's like to struggle that way. She feels, rather than sees, Ilde's withdrawing, and closes her eyes again.