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Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh
In the end, this Nevanlinna was pleasant enough, Ishtar decided.
Perhaps a bit more arrogant than could have been hoped for; yet such was likely eve result of the situation itself. When she then asked, politely, to be afforded the chance of some questioning at a later date; it did not come as much surprise. Though one wondered at the reason, most simply wished to know what she was. A singular question with a straightforward enough answer.
This one ...
"Of course." Ishtar replied, offering Nevanlinna a small smile.
Accepting the request had not been difficult in the end, And really there was no reason not to, it was not as if such information would matter much; to say nothing of the fact that the golden-eyed Oni was as much an Oni as she was not. There was also a chance she may be afforded her own questions, when such a conversation between the two came to pass.
Plus ...
There was just something about those amethyst eyes.
It was a gradual shift.
A changing of the air that came creeping in, bringing with it a distantly familiar metallic taste that replayed the stale air that Ishtar had found herself accustomed to. She felt the balance that had been found inside of her struggle against the taste, as if at war with an unseen force, and then all at once ... the balance was smothered.
Ishtar glanced to the heavens, with a frown, yet remained silent. After all, a moment after her own realization, some of the others offered words she chosen not to.
Ishtar glanced at each, as they struggled to summon forth their own smothered energies, yet ... in glancing down at her own side- a thing she had grown accustomed to given Anubis' capricious nature- the Oni found that the Tulpa persisted. So the magic yet lingered?
Flexing her metallic fingers, the Oni the splayed them out towards a nearby shard of ruined concert, and offered a word in the ancient Avesta:
"Starapateñti, Aēva."
The effect immediate, amplified gravity rendered the Shard nothing more than rubble, then; and Ishtar found it within herself to nod before offering a word of partial comfort to the others.
"My magic persists. Not all has been lost, then."