Post by Vale on Oct 2, 2023 17:44:13 GMT -5
The plan to open a portal from the Makyo Star to Earth had been…a very mild success, to say the least. It was a hard lesson learned and never would he have expected so many people popping out of nowhere at the mere scent of unusual energy brewing on their planet. He was ill-prepared, certainly lacking the capacities to deal with the swarm of opponents feeding off each other’s narrative to paint him as the bad guy. They weren’t wrong, but calling it anything more than a gut feeling would be far-fetched, too. Thankfully, a silver tongue and mastery of deceit had allowed him to escape almost freely, all damage suffered being superficial at best.
Two things were made clear at that time. Firstly, he was not to attempt anything similar ever, not by his lonesome. These Earthlings were no jokes and any other attempt would discredit him completely, outing him as the bad guy. He was walking on thin ice as it was. The good thing about it was that time was not an issue. What was a thousand more years, after all? Rivers will flow, the legacy of these fighters would vanish in history and perhaps the future generations wouldn’t be as strong. Hmm, perhaps he could ask Bêl to erase their existence from the common knowledge, or maybe tweak it enough so their deeds appear as mundane as possible. Bah! Questions for another time.
Secondly, if he was to enjoy the grim reality of the mortal conflicts, perhaps it would be better to position himself in the background and take on a secondary role. His unholy nature as a Shinjin struck a lot of people as odd, misplaced in this plane of existence. In simpler terms, he would be drawing suspicion, regardless of his position or words. That’s why having a puppet lead the show was the best course of action, Lottus being the finest example of that.
Tonight, there was nothing special about the scenery. Only Vale gazing at the moon atop his lofty perch. That is, if you don’t count the house floating about a few hundred meters in the air. It was unoccupied and had been gently elevated, like picking a flower into the air where he sat on its roof. At this distance, in the dead of night, he was almost invisible to the naked eye. The only element betraying him was the hole in the ground where that house originally was and the scent of magic up in the air. Perhaps it was a deliberate act, seeking company or something that would spark a genius idea in his mind.
OOC: Vale is looking at the moon, up in the sky. He lifted a house off the ground with his magic and is sitting on its roof, contemplating his recent failed idea and other plans for the future.