[ she had never really thought of it that way. will, and will power, she certainly had in abundance. the sheer number of her shinki is a testament to that, as gods in general tend to limit themselves to only a handful, if at all. each new shinki is a new contract, a new bond formed between souls that tether them together. each bond represents both a god and shinki's strength and weakness... the ability to work together, to fight. but also the prospect of more vulnerabilities. with each shinki, a god opens herself up to the possibility of destruction, from the inside out.
for some time, bishamon had shinki in the hundreds. ]
Exert my will onto it...
[ she slows her breathing, and closes her eyes. gun still aimed, she takes in all that she can sense. the slight wind against her cheek, the weight of the weapon in her hand. the faint prickling of... something... deep in her gut. something cool, like running water...
her eyes snap open suddenly, and with a breath she pulls on the trigger.
instantly her hand jerks back from the kickback, as a bullet pierces through the air, embedding itself right between the stuffed bear's beady black eyes. ]
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[ she had never really thought of it that way. will, and will power, she certainly had in abundance. the sheer number of her shinki is a testament to that, as gods in general tend to limit themselves to only a handful, if at all. each new shinki is a new contract, a new bond formed between souls that tether them together. each bond represents both a god and shinki's strength and weakness... the ability to work together, to fight. but also the prospect of more vulnerabilities. with each shinki, a god opens herself up to the possibility of destruction, from the inside out.
for some time, bishamon had shinki in the hundreds. ]
Exert my will onto it...
[ she slows her breathing, and closes her eyes. gun still aimed, she takes in all that she can sense. the slight wind against her cheek, the weight of the weapon in her hand. the faint prickling of... something... deep in her gut. something cool, like running water...
her eyes snap open suddenly, and with a breath she pulls on the trigger.
instantly her hand jerks back from the kickback, as a bullet pierces through the air, embedding itself right between the stuffed bear's beady black eyes. ]