Clyde stood over the Konti with blade in hand, slowly drawing the dagger from its sheath.
"Alright, I will... But just know, this is not the safest of processes, and it will be painful. It is not something I do lightly. It is very painful. I have done it before, and have not failed or had complications, so I doubt you will find a better person to do this than me... But still, you should know it can go wrong."
"And even when it goes right, it is unpleasant, and very painful. I have to invade you with my res, which is basically a part of me, a manifestation of my djed, which is the thing you exude and do Reimancy with. But it is foreign to you, and so your body will try to reject it. I will be forcing my essence deep inside you, much more than I or anyone could ever do by physical means. No matter how much it hurts though, how much you fight and thrash, I will have to keep pushing deeper, until I unlock your Reimancy."
Clyde let out a breath, and held out the dagger.
"Now, if you are ready, you should kneel, in case you fall after I begin."
With that, he started, making two quick and slight cuts with his dagger on each of her palms. Then he began to exude res, out of his hands a pair of streams, and out of his mouth on each exhale.
He guided the res, bright silver and glowing in the light of the room, a gas, at L'orlei. The stream from his hands met her own palm wounds, and began to flow in, at the same time as the stream from his mouth flowed into her mouth and nostrils. Cutting off her flow of clean air. From then on, she would be breathing his res, which would not be pleasant to say the least.
He pushed it in deeper, deeper, into her mouth and down her throat, up her veins in her arms through her blood. Farther in, farther, no matter how she protested he could not stop, now that he had begun.
Out of her throat and into her lungs, into her chest, breath in, exhale, deeper into her. Down to her core, till he found her deepest essence, and soaked it in his res, felt a shifting deep within her of her own djed resounding inaudibly through his own ears.
Grasped at it, twisted, pulled, and started the reaction that would allow her to manifest her own res, to toss out her own essence as he could.
Then he pulled back, slowly flowing it back the way it came, out, out, out, up her chest, out her lungs, out her throat, up her arms...
And out came the last dribble of res, flowing like a cloud out of her palms, out of her mouth, out of her nostrils, leaving her, but not leaving her the same... And some of it forever a part of her, soaked into her, manifest in her, now beginning in her own res.
He took a step back, and coughed, exhausted from the concentration of the initiation. He pulled back in the last of the res, reabsorbing it, flowing it back into himself, now tainted by her essence and its time inside of her, but still his.
"I am done... You can fix your hands now..." |