Dark Arcana - Chapter 10: The Wheel of Fortune (Nathan RP)
Apr 5, 2014 8:41:12 GMT -5
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Post by Nathan Saniti on Apr 5, 2014 8:41:12 GMT -5
The Dark Arcana – Chapter 10: The Wheel of Fortune
Nathan Saniti, the TRUE version, sat back and relaxed in his favorite red velvet high backed Victorian era chair, sipping a cup of halleyberry tea. He rather liked this tea. Such a beautiful, flowery aroma, a strong finish, and completely underappreciated in its glamour. It also assisted with mental clarity, something he has had a bit of an issue with since his rescue from the Netherworld at the hands of his good friend Q. Indeed, his mind had been clouded by stormy weather upon his return. This wonderful brew could make the haze be gone once enough had been ingested. In his own favorite chair by his side, sat Tarrant, his smallest and best friend he had ever since taking on the positions of portal keeper and Karma merchant. Tarrant had filled him in on the happenings since his capture. As usual, Nathan took in the news with thoughtful calm.
Tarrant sipped from his cup, the brew doing a bit to calm his nerves. He couldn’t help but wonder if this particular Nathan was, in fact, the real one. Only time will tell. Time is like that; spoiled little brat that it is, always in a hurry to grow older, yet never in a hurry to grow up. He sat his cup on its saucer and sat back in his blue bark-o lounger. He had to do this carefully, or else the chair would wake from its slumber and rattle the halls with its gruff bark. “So where is the Icey at right now, Nathan?”
“I purposely left it in my locker room at the arena.”
Tarrant sat bolt upright, rousing his chair into a chorus of noise. “YOU DID WHAT?” He absent-mindedly patted the seat to calm it down, but with that particular revelation from his friend, he couldn’t convince himself to be less rattled, much less a piece of furniture. “DO YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF THEY GET THAT?”
“Yes,” replied Nathan calmly. He sat his own cup down as a deep sadness seeped into his face. “Rasputin deserves to be reborn. I owe it to him.”
“You OWE it to him? How the hell do you owe someone who tried to destroy you in the past, kidnapped and held you hostage recently, and will likely awaken the Dark Arcana in the future any damned thing at all?”
Nathan quietly took in what Tarrant had asked, trying to figure out the best ways to word his response. “My dear Tarrant. We’ve known each other for eons it seems. In all of that time, have I ever explained to you just why I became a Karma merchant?” Tarrant was too dumbfounded to respond. Finally, a meek and unsure “No” left his mouth. Nathan sighed deeply, wondering if it was a good idea to let his best friend in on some of his own dark past. “It is not only my job. It is my penance to dole out whatever comeuppance those on my list have in their wake, for good or bad. Of course, not all of me feels the same way. Take that rapscallion I’m to meet at Mass Destruction.”
Before Nathan could embellish his viewpoint, two elephants made entirely of matches crossed their living room and back out into the hallway. The pair watched with curiosity as the animals wandered through for no real apparent reason. Once they were out of sight, the conversation continued.
“N. Saniti is only obsessed with administering bad Karma. As such, he is a reflection of my former self. That is why he MUST be defeated in a ‘Through the Looking Glass’ match. Only once I’ve made him spill his blood will I be able to place him back in his own de-mention.”
“Don’t you mean DImention?”
“No,” explained Nathan, “he comes from a de-mention where negative feelings drive its inhabitants quite mad. Hate, jealousy, vengeance, corruption: they are the mainstay atmosphere of his home world.”
“Sounds like Congress,” quipped Tarrant, giggling at his own joke.
“Not entirely untrue, my dear rabbit.” Nathan smiled, but it was short-lived. “I digress. The reason my job is also my penance is actually BECAUSE of the Dark Arcana. The Dark Arcana isn’t a group of beings. It is only one being. He was so hell-bent upon tipping the scales to the malcontent that all of humanity had begun to lose hope for the future, just as it is currently.”
“I’m not sure I follow you, Nathan.”
“The reason Grigori Rasputin became incorporeal and was banished to the Netherworld was because he fought the Dark Arcana and nearly lost his existence for it. The reason I have to be as balanced in my actions as possible is due to the fact that I was so very imbalanced before. You see, my dear Tarrant…” Nathan took in a deep breath, shame resting comfortably on his face. “I AM the Dark Arcana.”
Tarrant was gobsmacked. “You’re…”
Nathan slowly nodded. “Indeed. I am the reason for the suffering in the middle ages; the plagues, the death, the distrust as well as the corruption of government. All of it. I am also the reason my sister, Rasputin’s dearest love, no longer lives. She gave her life to stop me.” A tear fell down Nathan’s cheek. “Grigori has never forgiven me, as well he shouldn’t. Now, it seems that the world is in another state of imbalance. It is quickly reaching the tipping point. So you asked me why I want my friend-turned-nemesis resurrected. As long as I exist, this world will never truly be able to know an even keel. Rasputin needs to destroy me, and quite possibly this place as well.” Nathan indicated his realm.
“But… He wants to bring forth the Dark Arcana.”
“…To better fulfill his vengeance against me,” Nathan added. “What better way to do so than to bring me to my fullest evil and have done with me forever?” He swallowed another sip of the halleyberry tea, most of the clouds in his mind scratched away like burlap from a cat’s claws. “I will not resist my fate this time, my friend. You should know that it is far too unsafe to be around me right now. At Mass Destruction, I will return N. Saniti to his de-mention, and afterwards, I expect that Fate, Karma, and Chaos will all intervene once again, setting things right in their own ways. If I am deserving of another chance, they will give it to me, just as they did when they appointed me the head of this realm. If not, then I expect it will be the end of me once Rasputin brings me to the tribunal.”
Tarrant pursed his little rabbit lips tightly together, holding his thoughts deep inside. He knew he could just sit idly by as his friend was erased, whether justified or not. Everything rabbits do is so much faster, but currently, even he couldn’t keep up with the thoughts racing through his mind.
Nathan Saniti, the TRUE version, sat back and relaxed in his favorite red velvet high backed Victorian era chair, sipping a cup of halleyberry tea. He rather liked this tea. Such a beautiful, flowery aroma, a strong finish, and completely underappreciated in its glamour. It also assisted with mental clarity, something he has had a bit of an issue with since his rescue from the Netherworld at the hands of his good friend Q. Indeed, his mind had been clouded by stormy weather upon his return. This wonderful brew could make the haze be gone once enough had been ingested. In his own favorite chair by his side, sat Tarrant, his smallest and best friend he had ever since taking on the positions of portal keeper and Karma merchant. Tarrant had filled him in on the happenings since his capture. As usual, Nathan took in the news with thoughtful calm.
Tarrant sipped from his cup, the brew doing a bit to calm his nerves. He couldn’t help but wonder if this particular Nathan was, in fact, the real one. Only time will tell. Time is like that; spoiled little brat that it is, always in a hurry to grow older, yet never in a hurry to grow up. He sat his cup on its saucer and sat back in his blue bark-o lounger. He had to do this carefully, or else the chair would wake from its slumber and rattle the halls with its gruff bark. “So where is the Icey at right now, Nathan?”
“I purposely left it in my locker room at the arena.”
Tarrant sat bolt upright, rousing his chair into a chorus of noise. “YOU DID WHAT?” He absent-mindedly patted the seat to calm it down, but with that particular revelation from his friend, he couldn’t convince himself to be less rattled, much less a piece of furniture. “DO YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF THEY GET THAT?”
“Yes,” replied Nathan calmly. He sat his own cup down as a deep sadness seeped into his face. “Rasputin deserves to be reborn. I owe it to him.”
“You OWE it to him? How the hell do you owe someone who tried to destroy you in the past, kidnapped and held you hostage recently, and will likely awaken the Dark Arcana in the future any damned thing at all?”
Nathan quietly took in what Tarrant had asked, trying to figure out the best ways to word his response. “My dear Tarrant. We’ve known each other for eons it seems. In all of that time, have I ever explained to you just why I became a Karma merchant?” Tarrant was too dumbfounded to respond. Finally, a meek and unsure “No” left his mouth. Nathan sighed deeply, wondering if it was a good idea to let his best friend in on some of his own dark past. “It is not only my job. It is my penance to dole out whatever comeuppance those on my list have in their wake, for good or bad. Of course, not all of me feels the same way. Take that rapscallion I’m to meet at Mass Destruction.”
Before Nathan could embellish his viewpoint, two elephants made entirely of matches crossed their living room and back out into the hallway. The pair watched with curiosity as the animals wandered through for no real apparent reason. Once they were out of sight, the conversation continued.
“N. Saniti is only obsessed with administering bad Karma. As such, he is a reflection of my former self. That is why he MUST be defeated in a ‘Through the Looking Glass’ match. Only once I’ve made him spill his blood will I be able to place him back in his own de-mention.”
“Don’t you mean DImention?”
“No,” explained Nathan, “he comes from a de-mention where negative feelings drive its inhabitants quite mad. Hate, jealousy, vengeance, corruption: they are the mainstay atmosphere of his home world.”
“Sounds like Congress,” quipped Tarrant, giggling at his own joke.
“Not entirely untrue, my dear rabbit.” Nathan smiled, but it was short-lived. “I digress. The reason my job is also my penance is actually BECAUSE of the Dark Arcana. The Dark Arcana isn’t a group of beings. It is only one being. He was so hell-bent upon tipping the scales to the malcontent that all of humanity had begun to lose hope for the future, just as it is currently.”
“I’m not sure I follow you, Nathan.”
“The reason Grigori Rasputin became incorporeal and was banished to the Netherworld was because he fought the Dark Arcana and nearly lost his existence for it. The reason I have to be as balanced in my actions as possible is due to the fact that I was so very imbalanced before. You see, my dear Tarrant…” Nathan took in a deep breath, shame resting comfortably on his face. “I AM the Dark Arcana.”
Tarrant was gobsmacked. “You’re…”
Nathan slowly nodded. “Indeed. I am the reason for the suffering in the middle ages; the plagues, the death, the distrust as well as the corruption of government. All of it. I am also the reason my sister, Rasputin’s dearest love, no longer lives. She gave her life to stop me.” A tear fell down Nathan’s cheek. “Grigori has never forgiven me, as well he shouldn’t. Now, it seems that the world is in another state of imbalance. It is quickly reaching the tipping point. So you asked me why I want my friend-turned-nemesis resurrected. As long as I exist, this world will never truly be able to know an even keel. Rasputin needs to destroy me, and quite possibly this place as well.” Nathan indicated his realm.
“But… He wants to bring forth the Dark Arcana.”
“…To better fulfill his vengeance against me,” Nathan added. “What better way to do so than to bring me to my fullest evil and have done with me forever?” He swallowed another sip of the halleyberry tea, most of the clouds in his mind scratched away like burlap from a cat’s claws. “I will not resist my fate this time, my friend. You should know that it is far too unsafe to be around me right now. At Mass Destruction, I will return N. Saniti to his de-mention, and afterwards, I expect that Fate, Karma, and Chaos will all intervene once again, setting things right in their own ways. If I am deserving of another chance, they will give it to me, just as they did when they appointed me the head of this realm. If not, then I expect it will be the end of me once Rasputin brings me to the tribunal.”
Tarrant pursed his little rabbit lips tightly together, holding his thoughts deep inside. He knew he could just sit idly by as his friend was erased, whether justified or not. Everything rabbits do is so much faster, but currently, even he couldn’t keep up with the thoughts racing through his mind.
