The massive building known as the Omni Prime Medical Facility rose to tower high above her with every new step Misaki took. Even while walking on a roof herself, the facility far surpassed the heights she found herself on, and as she reached the end of the roof, the kitsune sat down on the edge, legs wiggling as her amber eyes took in the massive size of the whole building. Ever since the awakening of her bloodline, it felt like the pieces of the puzzle that formed her whole life were slowly falling down like the prediction sticks of the Onmyōji. Even if nothing made sense to outsiders, it was as if she could see the future in the way things were currently being thrown in front of her feet. Being a budding shinobi of the Sand was nothing more but the prelude, and though she didn't quite know what direction she wanted to grow in, she found herself increasingly ending up in front of this building, as if no matter which road she took, they all lead to the Omni Prime facility.
Truth to be told, Misaki had always been a helpful child, and that hadn't changed much even though her time was mostly absorbed these days with shinobi practice, Onmyōji training and picking up the chores of a priestess in training destined to walk into her mother's footsteps. As she wrapped her white tail around her waist, she couldn't deny that the idea of becoming a medical ninja appealed to her, but all together it seemed to clash with another seed nourished by darker desires - that of becoming a purifier of demonic taint. The noble goal of purifying her aunt had always played in her mind from the day she knew her aunt Azusa had been exiled from the clan, and after the whole ordeal with Maru of the Darkness, that thought had only grown in strength... Even as an awakened Tsuchimikado it almost felt like it was her 'destiny' to become a saint of sorts fighting against the ever encroaching demonic influence... But such a destiny would only lead to violence, and that was not quite what she was looking for. No, she honestly preferred to keep allies alive, refusing to deal with dead and violence as those hardly qualified as something beautiful and pure.
Quieting her mind yet feet still wiggling, Misaki's amber eyes overlooked the streets and the Omni Prime Medical Facility. Below, the people looked like giant ants running through the streets towards their next appointment, while faint wisps of white flickered on and off around the building. Spirits that were not quite 'born', yet not truly gone either as they remained nourished by the yang rich environment the facility offered in their attempt to mostly preserve the lives of those brought in with urgency. It was a good place... but not quite. A place of hope, but not too healthy. Misaki found it a confusing place despite its noble reputation.
Truth to be told, Misaki had always been a helpful child, and that hadn't changed much even though her time was mostly absorbed these days with shinobi practice, Onmyōji training and picking up the chores of a priestess in training destined to walk into her mother's footsteps. As she wrapped her white tail around her waist, she couldn't deny that the idea of becoming a medical ninja appealed to her, but all together it seemed to clash with another seed nourished by darker desires - that of becoming a purifier of demonic taint. The noble goal of purifying her aunt had always played in her mind from the day she knew her aunt Azusa had been exiled from the clan, and after the whole ordeal with Maru of the Darkness, that thought had only grown in strength... Even as an awakened Tsuchimikado it almost felt like it was her 'destiny' to become a saint of sorts fighting against the ever encroaching demonic influence... But such a destiny would only lead to violence, and that was not quite what she was looking for. No, she honestly preferred to keep allies alive, refusing to deal with dead and violence as those hardly qualified as something beautiful and pure.
Quieting her mind yet feet still wiggling, Misaki's amber eyes overlooked the streets and the Omni Prime Medical Facility. Below, the people looked like giant ants running through the streets towards their next appointment, while faint wisps of white flickered on and off around the building. Spirits that were not quite 'born', yet not truly gone either as they remained nourished by the yang rich environment the facility offered in their attempt to mostly preserve the lives of those brought in with urgency. It was a good place... but not quite. A place of hope, but not too healthy. Misaki found it a confusing place despite its noble reputation.