Kore
Kore stumbles forward, disorientated, leaning on Fu Hua for balance.
She had not expected the transfer of power to be so - intense.
Or intimate.
Her own experiments in such fields were an amplification and materialisation of negative emotions that were already present. Even her abilities to create those creatures in her second form was only an expansion of the original principles. This was something entirely different.
Want, desire, possessiveness... She felt like she was drowning in them. She shuddered, resting her head on Fu Hua’s shoulder, blinking hazily.
When Fu Hua speaks, Kore’s first answer is a confused, mumbled sound into Fu Hua’s shoulder, pressing her face into the fabric of Fu Hua’s clothes. They are soft, smooth.
And also made of negative emotion. She was not surprised.
Kore centres herself, and when she realises what she’s doing - she steps away, blushing. It was like she had no self-control at all, really. Embarrassing.
She clears her throat and tried to pretend she had not just been cuddling Fu Hua, brushing her hair back into place.
She considers arguing the point about being Fu Hua’s – even if she feels the spirit under her skin, intertwined with her down to the bones (and what an exultant feeling, to be so utterly close to someone after so long- she pushes that impulse down. This was a practical arrangement, just to make sure she didn’t have some kind of maniacal impulse and - end up like that.)
Arguing with a spirit made of negative emotions over a turn of phrase - even an oddly gracious one - seemed liable to end poorly.
The first words - intelligible words, rather than the embarrassing mumble of nonsense earlier - that come out are "Thank you." She says them solemnly, and the look in her eyes is incredibly grateful, like a man in a desert being given a flask of water.
She can go.
"I am... unfamiliar with this place - so I can’t say if there’s anywhere I would particularly be interested in. But, the city - it looked quite... modern is the wrong word, given my lack of knowledge of the historical context of this world, but similar to the cities of - my world." A wince, a grimace, a guilty look off to the side.
A thought distracts her from her reverie, of great skylines of metal and glass, replaced by flat, dry wasteland - "Is this a nationalised park, reserve, forest? Do you have nations? I assume you do, but that doesn’t actually speak to their form, there are so many, it’s incredible- oh, money! Currency, it’s a unit of exchange, uh, a way to exchange and compensate forms of labour via fiat? I assumed you would possess it from the urbanisation but that’s merely a generalisation, it seems like it might be possible to build a city of that scale through barter - or perhaps a communal resource pool? Oh, in the latter cases, if you formed or had corporations, they must take a fascinating form- but I am wondering from the original point-" She clears her throat, looking sheepish. "Apologies, I was... excited. On the way there, could you tell me about this place? And, ah, actually." She looks down at herself. "My clothes, would they be viewed as particularly unusual or out of place? I wouldn’t want to seem too obviously alien."
The Demon King who brought ruin to her world, and laid low its greatest heroes, looks at the thousand year spirit split off from her other half to wander the world and act according to her bottomless desire.
Her eyes brim with eager curiosity.
