by Sarish » Wed Jan 17, 2018 9:56 am
Nirmal blinked, lifting an eyebrow. Sarish was dead? He hadn't even been aware that the two were back, not until he heard that something was wrong with James. Did he pass away in Canada? Or just now? it wasn't important, obviously... still. "I'm sorry to hear that," and he was. Nirmal tended to remove himself from others for professionalism purposes, but he had seen Sarish around a lot, especially when he was younger and he himself had just gotten his healing powers. The young man had done a lot of... questionable things, but Nirmal wasn't sure all of the prejudice was terribly necessary. Anyone who had looked at him could tell that he hadn't gotten away unscathed. Ah, well, none of that mattered now.
"Hmm, yes, they were close... if you can't detect any physical issues with James, then that is the only other possibility that I can think of," Nirmal affirmed, grim as he tried to consider what this could mean. A sick soul... hopefully it was just sick and not dying. But to think of a soul that damaged that it was tearing itself apart... it wasn't unheard of, but it was terribly rare. Nirmal had heard of instances where a person's soul had become so weak that both alter and vessel died... but he had never heard of a success story. To have a dying soul... it was supposed to be the worst kind of death possible, save for the instances in which the soul survived but the vessel did not. To his knowledge the opposite had never happened.
But what could they do for a sick soul? "I suppose... if we could get James to summon his alter we could take a look. I've never tried to use my powers to heal a soul, but it might be worth a shot. The only other person I can think of that can help..." is Sarish. And Sarish was dead. Wounds on souls were emotional, and Sarish had been the one who had power over emotions. What they needed was Sarish. And Sarish was dead. "Well... I suppose the Head Master. Nobody here has power over the soul," that was unheard of. To be able to manipulate someone's very soul? That was a terrifying thought indeed. "The Head Master has a copy of Master Sarish's power, yes? He might be able to help, then. I am sure he would be willing to help. This might have to be more trial-and-error than anything. Sanjay might be able to assist with his own powers somehow..." possibly.
"We need to figure out why exactly his soul is so weak, so sick. Those issues need to be fixed or mitigated. I am supposing that Master Sarish's death was not the only reason for his soul's decline? He needs to be willing to seek help. He needs people to talk to, to help him. I do not know how dire his condition is, or how much drive he has to keep fighting, but if he gives up then there is nothing we can do for him. Well, I suppose these are all assumptions, but souls can be surprisingly logical beings sometimes. But I don't truly know," Nirmal admitted. "This isn't exactly a common ailment, and a sickness of the soul is not something easily understood."
Another thought occurred to him, and he decided that they should gather as much knowledge as they could. "Master Sarish's powers... I have heard rumors that they are addicting. Were addicting. Like a drug. You would know better than me; is this true? If James is suffering from a sort of withdrawal..." oh, that wasn't quite what he had meant. Nirmal did not have a good bedside manner, but he was trying. At least he could notice when he fumbled. "My apologies. I don't mean to imply that that is the only reason, or that either Master Sarish or James are at fault, but it would be beneficial to know," any information they could confirm for sure was necessary. Nirmal steeled himself mentally. This would be a challenge, for sure.
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Sarish did not wake screaming this time. That didn't stop him from jolting awake, immediately stifling a pained groan because everything still hurt. His gaze was fixed on a world that was moving past, past a pane of glass. His breath hitched. Oh, a car, he was in a car. A very... long car. He lifted his head from where it had been reclined against the headrest, blinking at Dustin, who sat across from him. Oh, this was a very strange car indeed... a glance to his right confirmed that there was something there; the wolf. He had no idea where he was, how he had gotten here... panic rose up in his throat. The wolf shuffled closer, nudging its hand under his hand until he finally started stroking its head shakily. It gaze up at him calmly, leaning into his touch like a cat. The panic filtered away and he just felt empty again.
"We're in America," Dustin confirmed, watching him impassively. "It's hellish to try to get an unconscious foreigner clear to enter the country... you're lucky that you're with me."
Lucky.
"We're in New York. You slept through everything, though I'm sure that was easier. How do you feel?"
Sarish looked away from the piercing eyes of the wolf.
"Oh no. No. Don't start this with me, Sarish," Dustin growled. "No lies. No secrets. Not with me. You know how that works. I won't try to help if you don't want me to, but no lies," he leaned back in his seat, steepling his fingers. He looked professional despite his casual outfit. Dustin hated casual attire, Sarish knew. "Let's start simple. My name is..."
"Dustin."
"And your name is..."
"Sarish."
"And we are in...?"
"A car. In New York. In America," Sarish swallowed, looking anywhere but Dustin and the wolf.
"Very good. Now, where are we going?"
"To your house. The mansion."
"Yes, good. Alright. What is the name of the woman that you will be teaching alongside me?" Sarish paused. He didn't know that one. Something flashed in Dustin's eyes, but the monk wasn't looking at him.
"Oh honestly, Sarish. I already told you this," the other frowned faintly, anxious because he didn't remember. He really didn't...
"Lillian," Dustin shook his head, countenance displaying worry now. "You don't remember? I told you about her." Sarish frowned, frowned because he didn't remember, he didn't remember at all... "That's okay," the American continued, softer now. "What's today? I told you this morning. What day of the week is it?" Oh, Sarish knew this one.
"Thursday."
Dustin sighed. "No, Sarish. Today is Friday," the monk's gaze shot up to meet his.
"A..." the words were coming out before he could stop them, before he could shut up because Dustin didn't like to be questioned, but he had said this morning, he had said that it was important to know what day of the week it was, and he remembered that today was Thursday, it was... "A-are you sure?" and then he realized what he had said and lifted his hand from the wolf like he was afraid it might bite him, lowering his gaze immediately.
No harsh words awaited him. Dustin picked his phone up from where it had rested facedown on his thigh, turning the screen on and gesturing for Sarish to catch it. He raised his hands and nearly missed it because they were in a car, but caught it after a moment of fumbling. He peered at the screen intently. "Fr... Frid... ay. Friday." It was Friday. How was it Friday? It was Thursday...
"It's alright, Sarish, don't worry about it. I'm sure you're just a little confused. No, keep it there for now," Dustin shook his head as the monk made to toss the phone back. "Don't worry. We'll be there soon. It's fairly late, but not so late that we can't have dinner before we get you settled in a room. Yours will be on the ground floor so that you won't have to worry about stairs... oh, and we'll need to have a talk about your back later," Dustin continued, and a flicker of fear shot through the monk.
Oh no. Oh no, oh no. He doesn't know about the surgery... how do I... how do I pass that off... can I...? Dustin couldn't know about James. No. Never. He'd have to make up an excuse, he'd have to figure out a way to explain why his back was better... comparably, at least. How much power was in this land? Oh, oh no, oh no...
The car was slowing. Sarish's gaze was drawn back out the window. The land here was mostly flat, green, and there were trees placed almost strategically on either side of the road... the sun was low in the sky, visible on the horizon. It would not be visible at this height in the mountains because of the obstructions... but there it was. And now they were stopping. Dustin made no move to get up, and they waited for a few silent moments before the car started moving again. Oh. There was a gate. A gate around this place. Like a cage...
The car rolled to a halt again, and this time Dustin did rise, the wolf standing and stepping from its seat onto the floor. A door was opened by someone Sarish did not recognize and the American gestured for him to get out first. He moved slowly, carefully, wincing as he unbuckled and moved towards the open door, handing Dustin his phone stepping down onto the paved driveway. And oh, wasn't he treated to a sight?
There was the mansion. It was massive. It might be as big as the monastery, though it was hard to tell based on staging and location and shape... but it was enormous. Most of it seemed to be made out of stone, windows placed liberally, though most of them were blocked by drapes. The entryway was huge, grand, a fountain poised in the middle of a circular driveway. Sarish turned to glance at where they had come from; the driveway was long, the trees trimmed to perfection and all of the same species. And the land, or what he could see of it, was liberal and green and mostly flat. And the car... the car was strange and long and black. It was all so... Dustin. Neat, clean, orderly. Grand and not afraid to boast it, but it was also... quiet. Peaceful, but a peacefulness achieved from perfection and order. It was so much. Too much.
America. I'm in America. After all of this time... after all of the death and pain and worry and heartache and sadness... I'm finally...
Sarish didn't know how to feel.
Dustin stepped out behind him, one hand settling on the smaller man's shoulder. The latter jumped despite himself. "Do you like it?"
"I don't know."
"Fair enough. You'll be able to appreciate it more once you see it in the daylight. Not to mention everything it holds... you'll be happy here. I know that you are more of a 'traditional monk' and aren't caught up on material goods... but oh, you'll love it. A full library and study, rooms that I have no use for... you could have a whole section of the mansion to yourself. It's so large that there is no way that your claustrophobia could possibly bother you. Just wait and see. You'll love it. There's a koi pond in the back that I had put in recently. There's even a tree that you might like..."
Sarish didn't respond. Dustin said something to the driver, who tipped his shiny black hat before the car started moving, circling the fountain before driving back the way they had come. Through the gate. The gate. "Come along, then. You can have all the time to admire all of this later, right? We've got plenty of time," he steered the monk towards the grand, dark wooden doors, pushing one open and holding it for the other man.
Sarish blinked as he stepped into the entryway. And then he blinked again. The floors were a grayish-white, marble. The second floor was clearly visible, two staircases on either side converging and becoming one... it was so clean and crisp and proper. Sarish knew that he must stick out like a sore thumb.
"I've got maids who will come and clean the place," Dustin continued leisurely, shrugging his light jacket off of his shoulders and draping it over his arm. "I tried to have people who stayed full time, along with a cook... but it bothered me. I'd rather not have to deal with all of that noise," Sarish frowned. 'All of that noise'? What did that mean? Were maids that noisy? "But Lillian lives here, of course. It's just the three of us who will be here full-time. You'll see the maids around sometimes. Don't bother them; just let them get on with their work."
Sarish nodded mutely.
"Well, I suppose the first order of business will be to go meet Lillian," and then the wolf was sniffing, trotting away through the halls. Dustin nudged his chin at his soul, and Sarish took that as a direction to follow. So he did, Dustin close at his heels. And oh, there was another person. The wolf was peering up at her, sitting. Dustin straightened slightly and approached her. "Lillian," he greeted. "Everything went smoothly, as you can see. This is Master Sarish. He is the one who taught me everything I know. He will not disappoint."
Oh, that was his cue. Sarish offered a slight bow, looking down at the ground instead of at Lillian.
"Rude, Master," Dustin scolded. "Look at a person when you are greeting them," so Sarish forced his gaze up, up, feeling his mask slip into place as he offered a slightly weak but kind smile.
"Hello. It is very nice to meet you. I am Sarish."
"Master Sarish," Dustin countered.
"Sarish is just fine, please--"
"Master Sarish," he repeated, his tone hinting a warning. The monk acquiesced.
Goodness... goodness... America. He was in America. It was done. He was here. There would be no escape. He still couldn't decide if he truly wanted to. So he kept that gentle smile in place, numb.
Why hello there.
I'm absolute trash and that's basically all you need to know about me.