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Simply Not RealJackson saw Kanoa glare at him but didn't react to it. He knew he probably should've kept a lid on the whole possession thing as best he could, but goddammit it if it wasn't easy. He could feel Aphosis influencing him everyday, the urge to do unspeakable actions growing slowly but surely. Even now, he had to catch himself now and then, lest his thoughts turned to murder and desecration, of blood and death. Every minute of every second he could feel Aphosis consume him from the inside out, like a disease that slowly rots you from your core. And yet, he found himself caring less and less, sometimes wondering why he even bothers to fight back at all. One day, he will give in and that will be the only easy way out of this nightmare that Aphosis will let him take.
Shaking his head of such thoughts, he put the knives away and went over to the cabin entrance, only taking a second to stop and look at August have a mini-panic attack at touching a guitar. Shit, It affects her that much? I guess being empathetic to that level isn't all it's cracked up to be. He almost went over to see if she was okay, but by then she seemed to have gotten the hang of herself and was heading upstairs with Daniel and Orion.
Seeing that August was fine, he continued his walk to the door, leaning against the frame as he looked outside. He scanned the forest half-heartedly for amything out of place, not really expecting to see the spirit coming if it did show up. Which brought him back to his earlier line of thought, what in the ever-living-fuck are they going to do when they find the spirit. He doubted any of them were equipped to handle such a thing if it turned violent. . . unless stopping it was never the plan. Jackson looked back at Kanoa, rembering how she said she met the Kitsune and that it tried go hypnotize her. She'd never explained why that didn't work, hell, she hardly told them anything about her plan of action either. This led him to 3 conclusions: 1.)Kanoa had no idea what she was doing, 2.)She was under the spirits spell, and worst of them all, 3.) She was the Kitsune. Mary's theory was seeming a lot more plausible now.
Shaking his head of such thoughts, he put the knives away and went over to the cabin entrance, only taking a second to stop and look at August have a mini-panic attack at touching a guitar. Shit, It affects her that much? I guess being empathetic to that level isn't all it's cracked up to be. He almost went over to see if she was okay, but by then she seemed to have gotten the hang of herself and was heading upstairs with Daniel and Orion.
Seeing that August was fine, he continued his walk to the door, leaning against the frame as he looked outside. He scanned the forest half-heartedly for amything out of place, not really expecting to see the spirit coming if it did show up. Which brought him back to his earlier line of thought, what in the ever-living-fuck are they going to do when they find the spirit. He doubted any of them were equipped to handle such a thing if it turned violent. . . unless stopping it was never the plan. Jackson looked back at Kanoa, rembering how she said she met the Kitsune and that it tried go hypnotize her. She'd never explained why that didn't work, hell, she hardly told them anything about her plan of action either. This led him to 3 conclusions: 1.)Kanoa had no idea what she was doing, 2.)She was under the spirits spell, and worst of them all, 3.) She was the Kitsune. Mary's theory was seeming a lot more plausible now.
