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Death Soul Virus
Topic Started: July 10, 2010, 9:09 pm (184 Views)
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Obon (Festival of Souls) was created so families could guide the ancestors' souls back to earth. This was created as a Buddhist holiday because it’s believed that at this time the souls come back, but this is also the time when the souls can become Fushimon or while in the Other World they might become a Virus. Out of the two, becoming a Virus is worse, for a Virus feeds off the souls of the living human while a Fushimon kills its friends. The Fushimon takes the look of what most would call zombies or this living dead. They only take this form when they are about to feed. Fushimon suck the fluids from the living body. But this usually happens at night, and the body then is shortly taken away to hunt before any type of observation of the body. A Virus however was just a evil being whom died and now lives off other's souls. These come as shadows, usually with four red eyes on the side of their shape like head, two on each side one under the other. Another kind, that is more rare than the others, is the Moral Devil, which is a demon that can possess the living or control the dead. Even though rare, the Moral Devil can basically kill whoever whenever and even when a monk tries to exorcise it, the Devil can turn the chant against them and end up ripping the limbs from the monks. There is only a hand full of cases of a Moral Devil and only one monk has ever been able to exorcise it.
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During the first obon was a bloody one. The spirits came back almost all evil. A lot of monks lost their lives that day, but they were able to cleanse the souls and put to rest the Moral Devils and Viruses. Hoping this would never happen again they started a celebration known as Obon that was to be celebrated on this day. The 15th day of the 7th month. (Lunar calendar, so that’s August in Japan, and July everywhere else.) Now of course, the Japanese tried to cover this history up by a different story. The story of Mokuren, a disciple of Shakyamuni, who saw a vision of his deceased mother in the Realm of Hungry Ghost where she was indulging her own selfishness. Greatly disturbed, he when to the Buddha and asked how he could release his moth from this realm. Buddha instructs him to make offerings to the Sangha on the fifteenth day of the seventh month, The disciple did this and, thus, saw his mother’s release. He also began to see the true nature of her past unselfishness and the many sacrifices that she had made for him. The disciple, happy because of his mother’s release and grateful for his mother’s kindness, danced with joy. And that’s were they say the Obon dance came from, the dance that Mokuren did of joy, but truthfully that dance came from the chant the monk performed and the movements they made.
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The era of technology is at its peak. Everyone is in the future and almost no one even knows what Obon is. Now there is a handful of people who know it, and even less who celebrate it. Those who do celebrate it live in a section of Japan in a part of Kyoto behind everything else. Those who live there are people who still carry on all the other celebrations and religions. The two religions that dominate this section of Kyoto is Buddhism and Shinto. A lot of samurai, of course not true samurai but most likely a blood line of a samurai, live there. Even a few ninjas and emperor blood live there, doing everything in the traditional style, from rice patties to hand woven cloths. This section is known as Assarishita, or in English just Simple. At the Buddhist temple they have the monks know that it was coming, and now it’s here. Because the ancestors haven’t received any offerings, they became angered. The Virus's, Fushimon, and Moral Devil’s have decided to reap havoc once again. In the mainstream city of Kyoto they had no idea what was going on but those in Assarishita knew, and they are the ones who can stop this from happening, for they are the ones with the power of the first monks who fought this the first time.
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Shingma set down the two buckets of water she was carrying and sat next to them on a large rock. Her long brown hair fanned around the left side of her face as she looked at her rare bamboo shoes and sighed. She had the same pair of shoes for the last two years and they were falling apart. A side from the normal work she had to do in the day, all these spirits coming to take avenge on those who forgot about their family has worn her and her shoes out. With another sighed she stood up, grabbed the buckets and walked on. She smiled at the little kids that helped their mother in the garden, wishing she could have done that when she was small. Her parents were killed when she was three by some punks who thought it would be fun to mess with the village and they happened to pick their house because their house was the first house in the village when coming in from the Mainstream. Needless to say the village didn’t take that well and beheaded the punks who shot her family. Shingma still has a scar from her shoulder to the edge of her side from where they grabbed her father’s sword and threw it at her when she tried to run and tell someone. Since then she’s been living with the village leader like she was their own child. No one speaks of what happened, but she’ll never forget. She looked down and took a step back just as a small white ball rolled toward her. She looked up to see a little boy ran toward her. She grinned and kicked the ball over to the boy.
“Thank you Shi-Chan,” the boy waved with the ball in the other hand, then ran back to his friends. Shingma grinned and walked up to a small building and walked in. The smell was great, for it was one of their best restaurants in all of Kyoto. Every once in a while the village would all people rome the mainstream to come and eat there. Shingma went into the back room and set down the water, and walked out back out side.
“What to do now.” She looked at the sun, her dark blue eyes glinting slight, and sighed. It was almost that time. Twilight. This was the time the souls started to come out.
“I guess I should get my stuff.” She said softly and walked toward a house that was slightly larger then the others. She walked into her room sat with her knees folded under her. In front of her was a small shrine that she made for her parents. By her left side was a bow and a quiver full of arrows and on her right side was a sword that was in a purple sheath that was about four feet long.
“Mother, Father, please forgive me about not being able to talk to you for so long. I’ve been busy, but of course you know that. It’s almost time again for me to fight and protect, like you tried for me. I promise I will bring more food. I’ll even make your favorites. I love you . . . ” Her tears fell on her white shirt that was tucked into her red kimono pants. She stood slowly her weapons in each hand. She placed the quiver and bow on her back and her sword on her side, higher then the usual katana, so it wouldn’t drag on the ground, since she was so short. She opened the door then ran out into the night. She took the back ways of the village and crossed the imaginary line that separated the village from the Mainstream. After a mile of running she hit the town. Even at night the streets were crowded with those who were looking for a club. She looked up to see cars hovering above her head and that she will never get used to. She sensed so many souls, and it wasn't even O-bon yet. It wasn't going to be for three more days, but now a days the souls have been getting more impatient.
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