[CC] Radiant Training \ Ramesses II - Goetia
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Old Avalon, before the Radiant Golden Age.
A fascinating and busy day it had been thus far. Aegon, having just left the courtyard of Avalon, had just sworn in a new member of the Radiant Order - Mashu Kyrielight. During his tenure as Heroic Spirit in the Order, he had sworn in countless new knights with the oath to the Paradigm of Radiance. As the sun set over the hills on the western horizon, Aegon's mind turned toward his next task - the next one to be inducted into the Order. But this individual was no regular inductee; this one was a king... something that very much went against what the Radiant Order stood for. Aegon's eyes narrowed slightly, wondering why Galahad had attempted to recruit someone who claimed themselves a king into the Radiant Order.
Unlike his typical places to train newcomers to the Order, Aegon decided on training Ozymandias in the wooded areas on the outskirts of Avalon. The marbled halls, courtyards, and spires of Avalon, while remarkably beautiful, would only serve to embolden the king. It was Aegon's task to bring him down - to have him surrender his political position and induct him into the Radiant Order as a fully fledged Knight. After his brief walk from the courtyard where he had met with Mashu, Aegon left from the front gates of the radiant city. Earlier he had instructed Ozymandias to meet him in the forest north of the city and after a 15 minute walk out of Avalon, to no surprise, there stood the king.
Aegon placed his left hand on the hilt of his blade, hanging from his side, Blackfyre. With a stony and authoritative expression he spoke. "You, one who proclaims himself king, have come to the Radiant Order seeking the strength to do good and lead your people from strife. This much Galahad has told me. But I am surprised, your grace..." He spoke slightly sarcastically. "...that Galahad did not tell you that those who call themselves Radiant Knights have sworn off political office. Why are you here?
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The loud whistling of the wind, the haze of violent snowfall that obscured all vision, it was hardly a sight Ozy was familiar with. When he had arrived, he had expected to be welcomed into a palace or other form of residence. Though the structure would have inevitably paled in comparison to that of his own, a royal building was still that. To be sent here...to the vastness of nature, there may be something within these mountains that would assist with his...appointment. Perhaps the customs differed to that of his home nation, where those who were to be instructed were trained within his personal halls of the Ramesseum Tentyris. His land was truly unlike this as well. Unlike his home, where the land was golden to the horizon and accentuated by the untouched blueness of a cloudless sky, this place was choked by complete and utter whiteness and gray. If this was a place of old civilisation, it was one long abandoned. A foreign sight it was indeed, but not one Ozy would judge. He did not attach merit to things, everything he had conquered was of equal value. And to be a King such as he was naturally to be a ruler of the entire world. As he trudged through the desolate, icy wasteland, Ozy clutched at one of the necklaces he wore. Inspecting it, it reminded him of his most treasured wife; Nefertari. It was her necklace after all. How he wished she could have accompanied him over to this foreign land. But she could not. Someone would have to remain in charge of the land in his absence, and both the King and Queen could not leave, lest the void be filled by the fires of anarchy and chaos. The two things a ruler could not allow in his kingdom. He had come to acquire a bearing of the land, and its people, that they may both become a part of his growing empire. But for him to do so, meant leaving Nefertari behind. Though regrettable, he would someday return.
Ah, Nefertari...soon we shall be together again.
Every step he took was not just in his own name and duty, but in hers as well. There was no other woman in this entire world who could rival her beauty and character. Truly, as divine as Ozy himself.
It was meaningless to try and measure how long Ozy had been walking through the mountains. He could have been there for minutes, or hours. It was anyone's guess. And he was beginning to grow impatient. Were it not for having to leave Mesektet behind at the land's shores, he would have rode it through this cursed place. He soon reached a clearing, where he saw the silhouette of a woman in the distance. Assuming it to be the one he had arranged to meet, only Amun-Ra would know why here of all places, Ozy strode the footpath that led straight to her. Standing before the woman, whose attire seemed hardly weather appropriate, even compared to his own, he spoke to her.
My name is Ozymandias! I've come from a distant land as per, what I assume to be your invitation, and I stand before you now.
Though Ozy was, to an extent, pleased that he had finally found what he had assumed to be the one who'd requested his presence, he was still slightly insulted that he was not granted the hospitality that one of his position commanded.
What is it you have called me here for, woman?
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Amara's black dress and dark brown hair violently blew in the frigid winter winds; yet her body was not bothered. Through some mysterious Augmentation Amara had hardened her body rendering her unable to feel cold, chills, or even frostbite. Her skin remained bright and flushed, rather than progressively pale due to the cold winds which rushed through the mountaintops in the Land of Snow. Her pride as an ancient Surgebinder. Yet, almost ironically, her heart was colder than the winds which overtook the mountains she was on. She hadn't been waiting for long when her guest had arrived; with nigh omnipotence she had traveled to the mountains through the Throne just before Ozymandias had arrived at the arranged location. A location she had chosen for its seclusion. Her hand reached for the talisman that was imbued into her collarbone and gently caressed it. She could feel her brother's very emotions through it; she had felt his alarm when he detected her rage at the time of her release. For over 600 years Amara's wrath had been sealed away within the very talisman on her body - the Seal of Darkness. A wretched trap developed by a wretched man. Amara knew that he would seek her out eventually; while she was not fearful of his intervening, she was annoyed at the possibility of his Order arriving in force. When Ozymandias arrived, Amara's back was turned to him. Even as he spoke she did not turn, as if his words had little to no weight. With a blank expression struck across her countenance she spoke, "You are a king, are you not?" Her inquiry was honest; she had been sealed away for centuries and was now released into a world she no longer understood. Despite her unawareness of Ozymandias's position, she knew that she had the upper hand. For why else had a king come seek an audience with someone he did not know? "Why is it that you have sought me out? An ancient woman that you know nothing of." Ignoring Ozymandias's question, while it may be perceived as rude, was not intended as such; Amara cared little for the frivolities and niceties of minor social interactions.
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"You are a king, are you not?"
If this was to be simply a game of guesses and questioning the obvious, Ozy would not take kindly to it. The mere radiance of his presence was enough to command respect, even from others of nobility. The insolence of her question was enough to warrant his wrath. But Ozy knew that this woman was not ordinary. A cut above the usual rabble. It was only for this reason that he held himself from dealing the punishment of the King. She did not turn to face him, only keeping her back turned. At this point, her behaviour was not a source of anger, but curiosity. His face lost its mildly contorted expression of anger, and became rested.
"Why is it you have sought me out? An ancient woman you know nothing of?"
She was correct. Ozy knew nothing about any of this. From memory, it was a man's voice that spoke to him, not a woman's. He was confronted by a bright, celestial presence within his personal quarters, that mentioned a frozen wasteland. He was requested that he leave his nation and travel the seas to come to this land. Ozy was instructed to stay far from here, these mountains, but the King bows to nobody. The presence...its name, Galahad? The ornaments on his attire gently chimed in the wind, as the mist eventually cleared completely.
Your impudence will be overlooked for as long as you give me the answers I seek. I was sent here by one named Galahad. He said no more than simply to come to this land, and so I left my nation to travel here. I was told to stay far from here, and I want you to tell me why that is.
Ozy would await the woman's response, eager to find out what exactly was in store for him. Galahad made no effort to explain the reason for any of his ramblings, only giving instructions. Ozy had left only on the basis that such a strange occurrence could hardly be without reason. And if it were...it would be an entirely different case.
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Her left fist clenched at the mention of her brother's name; Amara clenched her fist so tightly her knuckles paled and turned white, something quite striking in contrast with her clothing and body. The moment passed as quickly as it arose; Amara turned to face Ozymandias, her eyes locked in a stony stare. Her fist relaxed as she began to speak calmly, "It was my brother that spoke to you. One who would attempt to prevent you from seeking the Grail's gift. To shield you from history itself." Her words, despite their calm facade, were dipped in venom. A clear distaste for her brother was prevalent in them. "This is not the first time my brother has done something like this. His own Order of Knights Radiant is twisted by his revisions of true history." The Seal of Darkness responded to her anger and transmitted it to Galahad.
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It would seem the woman knew of the person he spoke of; Galahad. Clearly, it was not someone whom she held in high regard. The whitening of her fist was enough to indicate such, but Ozy would not let his eyes stray from her. What was it this Galahad person did that demanded such contempt from her? What she said next was the tipping point in this journey of his. The beginning of a new chapter.
If the woman was expressing mere hatred beforehand, this was resentment on another level. Her words seethed with a tone of accusation, as if she were judging him for committing a transgression of the utmost depravity. A sin greater than all the world's evils.
It was my brother that spoke to you. One who would attempt to prevent you from seeking the Grail's gift.
To shield you from history itself. This is not the first time my brother has done something like this. His own Order of Radiant Knights is twisted by his revisions of true history.
To shield you from history itself. This is not the first time my brother has done something like this. His own Order of Radiant Knights is twisted by his revisions of true history.
If the woman was expressing mere hatred beforehand, this was resentment on another level. Her words seethed with a tone of accusation, as if she were judging him for committing a transgression of the utmost depravity. A sin greater than all the world's evils.
Tell me more, sister of Galahad. That I may make sense of what you say.
"I am Amara, the twin sister to Galahad.... Although he no longer refers to me by that name." She turned her back once more to Ozymandias. "I was a founding member of his Order...the Order of Knights Radiant. I was its Chief Preceptor then, charged with the academics and history of the Order. Through our humble beginnings we amassed a large following - hundreds of knights took arms up to our banners and took an oath to act as the defenders of the weak and keepers of the peace, sworn from holding political office. But soon the Order became embroiled in the wars of the great states and kingdoms. Many of the Radiant Knights fell in those battles and within a few years the battle hardened knights had become weary. They became disillusioned with Galahad's ideal - the ideal to serve." While she was the enemy of Galahad, her history was an honest interpretation in her mind. Unlike Galahad, who altered the story of the Darkness, Amara retold it earnestly. "My closest allies, Galahad's elite knights, and I discussed this matter. They expressed their discontent with the Grandmaster and thus left the Order. These knights would become known as the first Fallen to the Knights Radiant. A name purely intended to slander those who abandon the Radiant ideal. From that day I became my brother's greatest enemy. The now "Fallen" knights took up political power; they became kings, generals, and high lords. With their power they acted in their belief of what could create a better world, with free minds and free hearts. They were no longer slaves to a philosophy created by an imperfect and dishonest man. But I...I was hunted. He was so threatened by me...so fearful that I could make a more perfect Order and world than he. So he sealed me. Locked me away for centuries and exiled me from the histories of the world he had built. Virtually erased me from the Order's history...calling me the "Darkness."
She turned once again toward Ozymandias and began to walk closer to him, closing the gap between the two. "It is ironic. When we were children, I taught him everything he knew about history. How to write it, how to remember it, how to organize it.... And in his triumph he turned it into a weapon against me. Demonized me to an Order that I helped to build. You see, it is because you are a king that my brother fears you. He fears the power you wield...he believes it corrupts. And so he and his Order swears off holding power. But to build a better world...a world with no strife, conflict, injustice, we must build it ourselves." Her words were sincere, for she truly believed them. The decades she spent reading and writing history in Camelot and Avalon showed her that a better world could exist.
She turned once again toward Ozymandias and began to walk closer to him, closing the gap between the two. "It is ironic. When we were children, I taught him everything he knew about history. How to write it, how to remember it, how to organize it.... And in his triumph he turned it into a weapon against me. Demonized me to an Order that I helped to build. You see, it is because you are a king that my brother fears you. He fears the power you wield...he believes it corrupts. And so he and his Order swears off holding power. But to build a better world...a world with no strife, conflict, injustice, we must build it ourselves." Her words were sincere, for she truly believed them. The decades she spent reading and writing history in Camelot and Avalon showed her that a better world could exist.
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The recounts of history were of some intrigue to Ozymandias. This story was something even his own vast archives did not have recorded in their deepest recesses. Before him there were many kings, their monuments and temples recounting their tales of old before his. The pharaonic line had persisted over thousands of years, beginning with Narmer, the first King of what would come to be the unified nation that Ozymandias ruled over entirely. And even before that, there were Kings that exerted dominion over the land. But it was he, Ozymandias, Ramesses II, the 3rd pharaoh of the 19th Dynasty, who was the greatest of them all. As a pharaoh, his existence as the sovereign was uncontested. Undeniable. Absolute in all ways. Amara retold her history with her brother, Galahad, Ozymandias silently took the information within himself. Though Ozymandias was inclined to simply dismiss the turmoil as mere acts of savages and uncivilised idiocy, he knew that even the empire of his land fell victim to the same censorship and inner turmoil. Though, not nearly to the same extent. The 11th pharaoh before him, Hatshepsut, had her identity similarly erased from history by the efforts of her nephew and fellow pharaoh Thutmose III. Again, the circumstances were much different. Though, this did not mean Ozymandias had the luxury of simply dismissing the case of Amara and the others as simple bickering between fools. No man or woman on this earth understood better the duty of Ozymandias than he himself. As the greatest of all pharaohs, it was his duty to unite the world under his banner, and allow it to flourish and prosper. To act against this was to defy the gods. It was to defy him. Such an act would not be tolerated or forgiven, and would be the height of foolishness. Ozymandias understood Amara's position and sentiment. Such an ideology was one that he shared. The notion of changing the world through subservience is laughable. It defies the natural law of the world. A servant is one who is beneath everyone else. They only have the power to satiate the hunger of their betters, those they serve. If one wants to change the world, they must become one above all others. That is the only way things can be changed in any way that matters. Looking to the mountains in the distance, where the sun still dimly shone over the icy slopes, Ozymandias gazed over the emptiness of the canyons.
A small gust wafts over the mountains, causing the pharaoh's cloak and jewelry to flutter and fidget slightly. His hair upturned for a moment, Ozymandias looks back to Amara, running a hand through his hair to keep it upright. Though the history lesson was out of the way, there was one last thing Ozymandias wanted to learn before moving on. And that was...the Grail.
You needn't bother yourself with speaking of him anymore. I have heard enough.
A small gust wafts over the mountains, causing the pharaoh's cloak and jewelry to flutter and fidget slightly. His hair upturned for a moment, Ozymandias looks back to Amara, running a hand through his hair to keep it upright. Though the history lesson was out of the way, there was one last thing Ozymandias wanted to learn before moving on. And that was...the Grail.
The Grail, what is it? It is embarrassing to admit such a thing, but I've not heard of such an object before. At least, not the one you are speaking of. I assume that it would be more than just a mere cup.
"Only a select few know of the Grail's existence; myself, my brother, and the Knights Radiant know of it. It is a tightly kept secret within the Order; unknown to most Radiant Knights who serve Galahad's ideal, they double as the guardians of the Grail and defend its existence indirectly. He decided on such a course of action to prevent those in power from seeking it out.... But you are right. It is more than what its name suggests." She smiled, thinking of the lies that had shrouded Ozymandias for decades...even centuries. He felt so proudly of himself...yet knew so little. Shrouded by the lies that Galahad had affectionately called the light. "For you see, the Grail is a gift. A gift that bestows the power to shape the world. It is an ethereal mass of Prana that acts as both key and door to a place called the Throne. The Throne, like the Grail, is made up of Prana almost entirely aside from the objects that reside within the dimension itself. Tell me, Ozymandias, how would you shape your world with such a power?"
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A gift, she called it. The power to shape the world...such a thing could only, should only, be harnessed by those who had already tasted power. Whether they were a King or not. Galahad's intentions were noble, but the results spoke for themselves. The Knights Radiant squandered a power that could be used as a wonderful tool, a tool to better the world.
It is my duty as pharaoh to save the world, to unite it under a single banner. No longer will there be great conflicts that would tear the world asunder, or agendas to fuel such things. My governance shall save the world from its path to destruction. Hagoromo, Galahad...their measures were half at best. Giving power to the lowly, those without vision and the ability to fulfill it, is foolishness at its finest. If you would show me how to harness such a power...you shall witness the true glory of a pharaoh with your own eyes.
Ozymandias proved that the Fallen creed resonated with him so well; a perfect tool to bring about the collapse of the Knights Radiant. The clouds above had darkened slightly as a light snow began falling on the chilled mountain top. Amara motioned toward Ozymandias, outstretching her hand toward the Egyptian monarch. Yet, before he could react, an explosion of black Prana burst from her body rushing to envelop everything around her. Within the instant that the black smoke like Prana reached Ozymandias he would be transported to Amara's own Reality Marble, her own personal sanctuary within the Throne. Her's, unlike many who possessed this rare ability, manifested itself as a simple field. Yet the field was enveloped in a black mist, much like the black Prana which had just moments ago enveloped the mountain that they were originally stationed on. It was no longer the familiar snowy terrain, but simply a field of tall grass with small puddles of water spread throughout enveloped in black mist. A mist so thick that those within, bar Amara, would not be able to see past the reach of their own hands. "I don't care for prestige, glory, or legacy...." Her voice echoed with ancient wisdom; a puzzle which perplexed many. She possessed the body of an eternal thirty year old, but the mind of a being who has contemplated the realities of life for centuries. "Build the world you wish to build; but know that the Knights Radiant will stop at nothing to dethrone you and defame you. They will claim they are the keepers of peace, but they are simply the keepers of the status quo. The status quo that my brother helped to build."
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The pharaoh wouldn't bat an eye as Amara stretched her hand towards him, as if beckoning him to her. As she did so, the mountain evaporated into a swirling maelstrom of darkness. Ozymandias' eyes widened slightly, not expecting such a sudden display. But as a pharaoh, he was not unappreciative of theatrics. That is, if they were impressive enough to garner his attention. And this, surely did. As the fog cleared, Ozymandias took note of the distinctly different landscape. But the difference did not stop at just that. This place was choked by energy, an energy that was not of the world. As Amara's voice echoed out to the pharaoh, it occurred to him that he escaped her vision. She spoke to him from the infinite abyss, encouraging him with a hint of caution. She warned him that there will be many that would in his way, that they would attempt to destroy everything that he was. The pharaoh smiled in uncontrollable glee.
Ozymandias would call out to Amara from where he stood, replying to her in full. She would soon understand the true greatness of Ramesses the Second, the King of Kings, ruler of the world. In time, the entire planet would.
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Ozymandias would call out to Amara from where he stood, replying to her in full. She would soon understand the true greatness of Ramesses the Second, the King of Kings, ruler of the world. In time, the entire planet would.
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Acknowledging her student's readiness, Amara would begin her own version of the ritual for binding one's body to the Throne. The Knights Radiant's own ritual was guided and regulated, a tightly protected and safe system designed to ensure a bond with the Throne after an extended time in a reality marble. It was monitored for safety above all, leaving those who undertook such a trial lacking in true training. During her tenure as one of the Heroic Spirits of Galahad's first generation of knights, she slowly deviated from such a model in order to better train new knights. It wasn't surprising that those who succeeded proved to be far stronger than any others who graduated from basic training; they were hardened by the realities of the Throne, rather than the niceties of guided training in a calm and familiar Reality Marble. And so she smiled before dispersing into a black mass of Prana. She reappeared directly behind Ozymandias while simultaneously augmenting her body with the Strength of Heracles. The smile faded away as she back handed Ozymandias from behind; with her immense strength the pharaoh would be launched many tens of meters into the absolute darkness to fend for himself. Surrounded by nothing but black Prana that obscured his vision, he would find himself fumbling around in the darkness seeking a light which did not exist. "Find yourself, Ozymandias. For you are not in the domain of creation, something which you hold so dearly. You are in my domain, the domain nothingness." The ritual to bind him to the Throne had begun.
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Ozymandias eyed Amara, eager to begin the acquisition of power. Standing at the ready, the pharaoh watched as her slender figure evaporated into darkness, vanishing from space. Without anything else to see, he could no longer correctly ascertain himself in the pitch black environment. The whirlwind aura of darkness consumed his senses, becoming all that he could perceive. His skin was enveloped by it, his ears assaulted by the volume of it, his eyes clouded by it. He could neither taste nor smell anything at all. And with Amara's disappearance, he was confused as to what the purpose of this exercise would be. Suddenly, he felt a great impact on his back, which sent him flying some distance from where he stood. Lying on the ground, he'd look in the direction from where he was hit, barely making out a peculiar shape in the overwhelming darkness. He heard a bodiless voice echo from the abyss, beckoning him to find the path onward.
Raising an arm slightly above his head, he held an open palm as he attempted to concentrate a small amount of energy there. Though it was not immediate, there quickly manifested a golden-orange aura that circulated around his fingers, and a small mass of it appeared in his palm. It appeared as a wisp of bright energy, clawed at by Amara's own energy. Expanding it, it repelled the darkness around his entire being, creating a bubble around him that would prevent the darkness from encroaching on him.
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Following her instruction, he considered the options available to him now. Those of which, were very little. Thus far, he had been making a conscious effort to prevent the ambient energy from entering his body as much as he could. He could already feel its presence in the mountain, but here, the energy was the domain itself. It's potency easily surpassed his ability to withhold its entry. Closing his eyes, slowing and deepening breathing, he would wholly resign himself to its influence and power. The energy would begin to course through his body, quickly infiltrating the chakra circulatory system, flooding it completely. The sensation of his own chakra being consumed and replaced by Prana was indescribable. But, this energy totally surpassed his own. The comparison was almost laughable, in fact. As the energy continued to fill his body, he could feel it beginning to alter his body, Not in any visible way, but functionally. Before the energy became excess, and start to tear away at him from the inside, he forcefully closed his body off to the rest of the ambient energy, having taken in sufficient amounts already. Now, to test it.Raising an arm slightly above his head, he held an open palm as he attempted to concentrate a small amount of energy there. Though it was not immediate, there quickly manifested a golden-orange aura that circulated around his fingers, and a small mass of it appeared in his palm. It appeared as a wisp of bright energy, clawed at by Amara's own energy. Expanding it, it repelled the darkness around his entire being, creating a bubble around him that would prevent the darkness from encroaching on him.
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.Quickly breaking from the RP training, let's do some analysis and discussion. It's finally time to learn the Surge of Evocation.
Prana is an energy which primarily composes the Throne, the place all Surgebinders are bound to. Mashu's body now is a doorway for that very same energy allowing her to call it forth wherever she wishes on the battlefield (with certain limitations, bound by technique). The first form we are learning, the Surge of Evocation, utilizes Prana typically in its rawest form - as an energy itself. Prana in all forms is neutral to all elements; however, instead of acting based on rank and damage interactions, Prana looks at chakra interactions. So this means that it will neutralize techniques of equal chakra, be destroyed against techniques of greater chakra, and overwhelm and transport techniques of lower chakra. Now, when it overwhelms techniques of greater chakra, Prana doesn't 'destroy' them in the normal sense of the word. Rather, because Prana acts as a portal to the Throne, it will actually transport them there. This means that, say you overwhelm a boulder with Prana, it will be transported to the Throne in its exact state as it was prior to absorption. Through clan techniques it can be returned to the field and used for your own uses later. Prana is very straight forward in how it absorbs targets; it is directly related to the size of the target and the size of the Prana, in the case of the Surge of Evocation (SoE). So a golf ball sized mass of Prana cannot absorb a tree, for instance. That's always something important to keep in mind when you're wielding this ability. This only applies to Prana applied to the terrain, however. This doesn't apply to techniques. Techniques can be consumed with any size of Prana, as long as the chakra is respected. This also stands true for techniques which manipulate the terrain. Against living targets, rather than transport them to the Throne (in the case of non-Surgebinders), it will have a freezing effect on them. This freezing effect is outlined in the Era of Gods, our basic technique. I recommend reading this regardless because what I listed does not reflect everything in the SoE, simply the major points.
Please ask questions throughout the training when discussing the Surges and techniques, even if it needs to be OOC. Answer these questions as well (OOC or IC, I don't care):
1) When a Prana technique of 40 chakra (typically S-Rank) interacts with an opposing technique of 30 chakra, what amount of chakra is left in the Prana technique?
2) When a Sealing-based technique capable of sealing S-Rank energy interacts with S-Rank Prana, what happens?
Surge of Evocation
Surge of Evocation – This form of Prana is the raw and unrefined version. Whatever it touches is transformed into more of the ethereal energy and is transported back to the Throne after it’s been absorbed. In a sense, this form captures the very essence of the ethereal energy, which is to act as the 'bridge between worlds'. Unlike Dark Release, Prana is unshackled by elemental strengths and weaknesses and will just as easily break down matter into energy. Thus it will be capable of absorbing jutsu, objects and anything barring living non-Surgebinders. Prana’s neutrality to all elements and abilities means it will neutralize techniques possessed of equal chakra or lower, regardless of their damage. Upon absorbing an attack of equal chakra, the Prana will be neutralized and disperse. However this means it will be useless against techniques of greater chakra. Against living beings who are not Surgebinders, the energy will not transport them to the Throne but rather feel extremely frigid to the touch and induce "cold burns" on contact. This is a similar but opposite effect of the Yang Truth-Seeking Balls which emanate no heat but scorch anything they touch. Lower ranked techniques will induce frostbite and hypothermia while higher ranked ones will freeze them solid. Surgebinders can release absorbed techniques, objects or parts of the terrain, returning them to the field exactly the way they were prior to absorption. Alternatively they can choose to only return the chakra within techniques to their body, adding it to their own supply. Surgebinders are immune to their own Prana so they can wield and interact with it. The same is true for their techniques, clothes and everything on their person. The only way they can gain access to the Throne is by forcibly surging a large amount of prana throughout every chakra point in their body to transform it via jutsu. They can also do this partially to cleanse themselves of poisons, foreign energy and chakra. If applied to one’s self, a Surgebinder can enter the Throne for a short time and reappear elsewhere. All Surgebinders are immediately made aware when one of their own enters the Throne. Turning into Prana essentially leaves the body in a permanent “stasis” and so they can retreat to the Throne after sustaining a life-threatening injury until the proper medical care can be administered. This ability is not passive and will need to be submitted as a CCJ. All of the other Surges are not nearly as destructive to the world as this one because they are more refined and controlled in their usage.
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1) 10 chakra? I remember you mentioning how the absorption mechanic leaving A-Rank Prana in this exact case doesn't make sense, so it would work by chakra difference rather than the conventional rank difference.
2) The Fuuin would successfully seal the Prana?
2) The Fuuin would successfully seal the Prana?
Incorrect on question 1. Prana must be fully neutralized in clashes, it isn't weakened in conventional sense. So 40 chakra would remain as it would absorb whatever is weaker that it is clashing with and send it to the Throne. Question 2 is right though.