Java (Geist)

[emorli]

Java;

With heavy steps and a blank stare, the average looking female pulls herself up rocks and loose slopes of gravel and dirt, soon coming to a stop once she's met with the sight of a shadow-consumed cave, the cool air oozing out of the dark space to combat the heat of the hot summer sun.

The female's eye gives a couple of twitches before she calls out into the cave with a monotoned voice.

"Hello? This is Geist's cave, right? Is this the right sister? Honestly, to Java, every cave looked exactly the same and it didn't help that the inside was completely pitch black, not allowing for any one thing inside the cave that could possibly set it apart from the others, for instance, a white wolf. Thinking about it made Java's ear twitch and a sigh roll out of her throat as she waits patiently for a reply, something that doesn't come easily to the female.

[Rykett]

A blast of freezing wind responded to Java’s inquiry. The brisk chill was in complete opposition to the warmth of the season. ”What do you think?!” A voice snapped. Geist was obviously in no mood for visitors that day. Still visitors came. They came calling things like, ”Give me a power, Geist!” or ”I killed some wolves, Geist! Aren’t you proud of me?” or ”Please stop melting my face, Miss Geist. It sorta hurts.” They all needed to shut up. Geist would melt every face she wanted to. Perhaps some face melting was on the agenda, today, in fact. Wouldn’t that make today at least bearable? Perhaps, but Geist supposed her sisters would start eating their own tails if Geist starting melting faces before giving visitors a chance to try to convince her of their worth. Geist stepped dramatically into the light. Her calculating, cruel eyes met Java’s. ”You have exactly a minute to tell me exactly what you want, why you want it, and why you deserve it before I start melting your face.”

[emorli]

Java;

The cold winds smack Java in the face and she squints her eyes to prevent them from drying out. Ooh! Chilly.

”What do you think?!" The female shrugs her shoulders, not remembering exactly what she was thinking. Her face returns to its usual look, however, she's trying to sort through any of her current memories to find her reasoning for being here. The white wolves give out powers right?

Right then, the female is informed about having her face melted. While that sounds kinda cool, it would be sorta disappointing to just have a weird looking face for the rest of her life or even end up dead. Quickly she spits out her thoughts rapidly, not wasting any more time in deciding if having a melted face would make her look cool or if it would just be annoying to be that ugly for the remainder of her life.

"I came for some kind of power and I want it because it would be pretty fun and cool and I probably deserve it because- Uh-" Java pauses her words for a few seconds before the voice inside her head begins yelling at her.

"Are you stupid?! Now you're gonna have your face melted! Do you have any sort of brain?!" An offended look crosses Java's face and she bares her teeth, turning to the side to look at nothing but air and she begins talking back to the voice in her head,

"Well, excuse me! If you wanted me to do well why didn't you help me!? Are you sure I'm the stupid one? Maybe it's really you!" Java turns back to Geist, completely forgetting the threat about melting her face,

Hmph. Sorry about that. She's always trying to start stuff with me." Java looks back at Geist, "I'm not sure I've done anything that made me deserve a power though..."

[Rykett]

Geist tilted her head as she felt an unspoken whisper brush her open mind. Geist focused in on Java’s mind and listened in on her thoughts. Java scrambled for a proper explanation but was failing miserably. A mental voice interrupted Java’s words, reprimanding her. Instead of just responding mentally, Java yelled at the voice, frustratedly.

Java apologized for the voice and Geist wrinkled her muzzle is disgust. ”She sounds far more interesting than you.” Geist’s intense gaze fixed on Java’s eyes as the White Wolf forced her way into Java’s mind. She shoved back Java’s consciousness and pulled, roughly, on the mental voice, giving it control of Java’s tongue and body. ”There we go. Now, speak your mind, Sumat,” Geist addressed Java’s alternative consciousness, even giving her a name. Sumat was now more than a voice and had control, but once Geist was done speaking with her, Java would be able to force Sumat back.

[emorli]

Java,

Java's neon green orbs grow wide as all movement comes to a complete halt, her breath hitched in her throat.

She seems almost lifeless.

Just then, her body jerks itself back to life and she blinks the dryness out of her eyes. Lifting her white paw up to look down, her expression changes along with a harsh twitch of her head. She wears a cynical smirk with a corrupt, determined glint reflecting in her pupils.

Java's voice screams in the back of her head like she's trying to claw her way out by using words made of razors. Sumat ignores her, too busy with the satisfaction of finally having her pushed away.

"Sumat, huh. It's about time that fool loses control." Java's second half looks up at the white wolf in front of her with a satisfied smirk, her eye giving in to a few twitches, "As you can tell this excuse for a wolf is highly disappointing and I'm embarrassed to be stuck living behind her shamefulness."

Sumat rolls her eyes as she thinks about the dominant personality in control of the body that the two of them reside in. The new mind controlling what once was Java moves freely and openly, her actions comfortable and relaxed, unlike Java's slightly more tense form.

"I want a power that I control. I want to be able to overpower her. I want control of this vessel." Jagged teeth show through as the female's smirk continues to grow, enjoying the body she gained and the consciousness Geist granted her.

"What do ya say? I'm just assuming you wouldn't want an ignorant lump like Java wandering around freely now that you've met her."

Now with the slightest bit of mobility Sumat has gained, she craves more. Her awareness is starving for more mobility and control. Watching Java live her life was never enough and now it would be impossible to stay as she had been for any longer.

[Rykett]

Java’s body jerked as Sumat took control. Geist lent an ear to Java’s trapped, mental screams. A slight smile crept across her face. Oh, how Geist did enjoy such screams of pain and torment. The fact that these cries were nothing more than thought was a novelty that was not lost on Geist’s twisted sense triumph. Sumat spoke, the words were in a slightly deeper tone than Java usually seemed to employ. Very few would be able to notice the difference, but Geist, of course, was an exception.

Geist considered the words for a second. Then she regarded Sumat. It was amusing to speak with such a defined secondary consciousness, but would it be beneficial to Geist if she took action to preserve Sumat’s control in any form? Sumat had a thirst for control. Power and control were not mutually exclusive, but the difference between them was interesting. One could have power without control and control without power. Sumat asked for control, but in this case, she was also asking for power, a very specific type of power. It would be engaging to watch a wolf who searched for more control than power attacking the valley’s citizens. So, Geist decided to figure out a deal with Sumat.

”Java’s consciousness is stronger than yours. Without my aid, you would’ve never surfaced like this. I could give you my blessing so she’d remain trapped as she is, but that body is Java’s whether you like it or not. It will wither and die without her soul’s influence. I wouldn’t be opposed to that, though.” Geist smiled wickedly at Sumat. Then Geist sighed, knowing Sumat would object to that course of action. What use was control if you only lived for such a short period of time?

”If you want to live longer than a season, however, Java will have to resume control for a time… I have a way to make her occasionally submit to you. You seem the kind of wolf I would give a power, but I don’t want Java,” the name was spoken with displeasure as if Java was some annoying insect, ”using it, so only you will be able to access it. Java will have to give up power in order to be powerful. Torturously ironic, won’t you say?” She paused, giving Sumat a chance to agree. Then Geist’s jumped to the next subject.

Which power to bestow? The season was currently summer and Geist entertained the idea of Sumat holding a Fire power, but Fire was very difficult to control and wouldn’t fit Sumat’s desires and tendencies. That left the Offensive powers. Electricity? Too wild, there was little control required to weld that power. Venom? Too persistent, it was possible Java might be able to access it without Sumat. Siren? Hmm… Siren… it was a useful thing, easy to control as well. Geist stamped her paw and the bottle with the suitable potion appeared beside it. ”I offer you Siren to make your voice heard.” Geist scooted the bottle towards Sumat with a final prediction, ”The more that Java allows you to use this power, the easier it will become for you to take control without her consent.” Geist eyed Sumat with a glittering gaze. This had become such an interesting situation in an otherwise annoying day.

[emorli]

Java;

Sumat’s grin widens at the though of having any control over Java other than the manipulative words that she plants in Java’s mind. Siren. A power that can prove to be very useful against another wolf, but for Sumat, the power it much more precious to her than it would be for most. Her entire being would no longer be constantly trapped because Java’s was simply holding her down. Having Java in control for a majority of the time was worth the pay off of having unargued control when using the priceless power.

”Hmm,” Sumat hums in agreement with the goddess, accepting the conditions that comes with being an alternate consciousness trapped in one’s body, ”Being in control only when the power is activated is endurable.”

Having access to this type of power would never be something Sumat would dare to turn down. She now understands what consequences are at stake and thoughts roll through her mind about all of the possibilities that come with an offensive power.

”I want Siren. I’ll be sure to entertain you with it.” The female is sure that Geist can see her thoughts and exactly what she plans on doing with the power.

”I do have one question though. Would this vessel die off if Java allows me too much control with this power. Or would it simply make her consciousness much weaker against mine and make it easier for me to willingly use my power?”


((Forgive any mistakes!!! I’m writing this on my phone))

[Rykett]

Sumat accepted the compromise, with a malicious smirk, but she didn’t drink the proffered potion yet. Her question made Geist roll her eyes. Hadn’t she already explained the concept well enough for Sumat to jump to her own conclusions?

“The body will only start withering after a sustained amount of time without Java in control,” Geist’s annoyance and it was evident in her tone, “Since you are connected to the power, the stronger it becomes, the stronger you become. As Siren’s level increases, the vessel will be more receptive to your strengthening consciousness. As a compliment, every time that Java gives up control, she’ll be weakening herself. I suspect after some time at level 3, you might not even need her to take control in order for the body to remain healthy. Is that clear enough for you?”

Geist nudged the bottle again, ”Are you going to drink it or not?” The clear liquid inside had milky fog moving through it. It rippled as if sound waves were constantly traveling through it.

[emorli]

((This one is kinda bad! Sorry xx))
Java;

With nothing left for Sumat to say, she grabs into the flask and quickly downs the liquid inside. She lets go of the bottle and it clinks on the ground.

Power surges through her body, her blood pumping loudly in her ears. Vibrations pulse against her whole body like sound waves hitting her.

"Nice meeting ya." Smuat's cynical tone harshly falls out part her lips and she flicks her tail behind her.

Now that the power's been introduced into Java's body, Java begins yelling back at Sumat, demanding that she be brought back into control of the body. Before leaving, Sumat leaves Geist with one last thing,

"Hope I don't disappoint with what I plan to do with this power." The female then goes to scale back down the mountain, happy that she's now got the new power in her grasp.