It dawned upon her like Uzome, the kami (god) of sunrise. Her connection to Mark Howell (Twin Souls) went deeper than a psychic highway that enabled transfer of thoughts and energy. Their very Avatars were twined and bound together, for good and ill. This began to manifest the longer she remained in this temporal era. Mark's powerful magick kept Wrinkle and other manifestations of Paradox at bay. But it wasn't just about Paradox. In fact, Paradox had little to do with it. Paradox, as the manifestation of the dispersed will of the Consensus, was on the cusp of ruin, because the Consensus was mere months from shattering with the Apocalypse. Its irrelevance served as little more than an annoyance, a cobweb in an ancient tomb one was trying to explore.
But forces existed that sought to transform irritating snares into implacable resin walls. Some of these forces had long conspired while others eluded the pathways of history and sought a last-minute opportunity in the failing of the Consensus. Countless such forces existed in this dark world, and most of them would be resolved in their own time. As Mark long instructed, Nekoko was not to bother with them, and doing so could threaten her existence in the past, or even her very existence.
However, that advice applied a decade ago. With the Fifth Age a heartbeat from turning to the Sixth, Kung Kung chomped at the bit that is his mortal shell (Tess). The Avatar's ancient wisdom, blended with the raw destructive potential of Mark's ancient Avatar, yearned to lash out and destroy key threats to the world. Threats that would, one way or another, avoid being resolved otherwise. Normally, Tess wouldn't dare. The Consensus did not care about resolution., it simply existed. Assassinating, say, a key Methuselah vampire at this pre-Gehenna junction could have terrible ramifications for her, Mark, and possibly all of reality.
Not anymore. Nine targets of major power were exposed in that gossamer skein of fate as being wild cards that could and would avoid...natural...resolution. Kung Kung demanded action. Empowered and likely influenced by the ferocious Avatar of her Twin Soul, the essences have begun to combine in unusual ways. Nekoko tapped all of her esoteric mastery to guide and control this power bubbling up within, and she looked to her Mao'lung Fragment allies for support and guidance.
But that power could not be contained. It could only be unleashed, and it would only be unleashed against choice enemies of massive power.
Nine targets have been identified, which suits Nekoko's limited mortal heights of personal power. She employed all she knew of the I-Ching trigrams, Taoist alchemy, and the secret esoteric texts of Kaja, all of which have long been incorporated into Go Kamisori Gama mysticism (as passed to them by the Yamabushi over a thousand years ago, who in turn borrowed from the Lin Shen of China and their fabled Forest Classic manual). Nekoko also advanced her understanding and mastery of Tian-Yu (Celestial True Jade) and her father's metallurgical permutation, kamdananium, such that her divine forms are as effective as any battlesuit that her father and the Avatars of Fate wore to war against Hell itself. She calls this quasi-mystical alloy "pyrananium".
Tess knows there are actually ten forms, but the tenth yet eludes her. The esoteric knowledge does not add up; her ki fizzles out; Kung Kung and Mark/Anjaneya remain silent. She must learn it in time, and that time may be in her own present era (the future). It is likely tied to a fuller understanding of magick, will, and reality (Arete). Only the mysterious "tenth Sphere" may come into play. The transformational ability does not seem to be otherwise a figment of her talent with the Spheres, as Mark/Anjaneya are (unintentionally) channeling power through time, space, and soul to enable these powerful hybrid forms.
Nekoko has come to call these forms, and indeed this phase of the Mao'lung Exigency, the Sakurakamikaze in honor of the symbolism of cherry blossoms (which can be found in many shades of color, and so represent many aspects of life) and her own celestial overlord: Feng Po, the Duke of Wind. She also refers to this phase as simply the Mao'lung Blossoms.
All Sakurakamikaze forms begin the same way but manifest quite differently once the transformation is complete:
Base-line:
Nekoko produces a small slip of rice paper used to inscribe prayers. The prayer strip's kaja characters glow with intrinsic primal power. Anyone who even attempts to decipher the ideograms would fall to madness and fear. She flings the strip into the air above her head, whereupon it floats down slowly towards her feet, combusting mid-air until only ash remains.
But by then, the woman already begins to dance. She whirls and capers and the ancient spells weave pure energy around her figure. Nekoko springs up instantly to over eight feet tall. Her hair lengthens and grows wild. The darkness in her eyes only gleams more monstrously and she sticks out her tongue in a challenge to the abyss. Her human flesh darkens to a different hue, which contrasts against her pink tongue and that unwholesome nimbus that flares around her tall, demonic frame. Clothing vanishes and bares a perfect female form, shapely and lithe. Her only adornment is a garland of twelve polished human skulls wound around her neck down past her buxom to her navel. Two additional arms sprout from her sides within the first few moments. Her fingers twist and cavort in far more rapid cadence than her languid dance steps. They formulate complex trigram signs, capturing the essence of pure energy. Grace and puissance dynamically guide her every thought and action.
When her dance concludes, all of her hands stop and she synchronously snaps her fingers. Objects (varying upon form) appear in most of her hands. A shimmer of raw, annihilating power resonates in the air around her at all times. Those bloodthirsty eyes set upon her enemies and she lets loose a maniacle cackle that resonates across all planes at once. The Destroyer is upon the enemy, whose brazen inequities have earned the wrath of heaven.
Panna-Sapana:
Combining Omoikane and Matangi, her skin embraces the internalized pyrananium and becomes a vibrant emerald-green in hue. In her left upper hand, she clasps a okama (scythe), dripping blood. In her left lower arm, she clutches the scalp of a decapitated head, the severed neck oozing gore. The eyes of the decapitated man have rolled up entirely and his jaw falls slack in a silent scream. Yet, the humor of the head's skin indicates he was executed in the moment she transformed into this form, and that he is at least semi-conscious and suffering in acute agony still. Her right upper hand remains empty, free to cast spells or other weapons. The fingers remain perched in a Tantrick pose of reflection until such use is required. The lower right hand holds a skull-cup beneath the severed head, catching the dripping blood. Her eyes often flicker to the bowl's gruesome contents and seem to pour over the meaning of the collected ichors.
Nagana-Kunvari:
Combining Uzume and Shodashi, her skin darkens to a brick-red color like the classic images of the Devil. However, Nagana-Kunvari is not as imposing as other Blossoms, seemingly younger and more slender in manifestation. An enthralling smile tempers the destructive madness of Kali Ma. The entropic nimbus brightens into a warm and welcoming glow. She carries the okama in her upper left hand. In the upper right, she clutches a sodegarami, the three-pronged polearm designed for barbing and holding enemies. It represents purity, impurity, and the dynamic passions that forever transform between those states. Her lower arms remain empty and clasped together in contrasting Tantrick serenity.
Sona-Lomari:
Combining Inari and Kamala, her skin brightens to a lustrous golden hue. A great, furry white tail plumes from her behind and sways with every step of her dance. Her eyes brighten to a steely silver and her tongue withdraws into her mouth, leaving a disturbingly placid smile. Her upper left hand wields an okama while the left bears the sodegarami. This three-pronged polearm is designed for barbing and holding enemies. It represents purity, impurity, and the dynamic passions that forever transform between those states. Her lower arms each hold a curved ivory horn like the tusk of an elephant. It is unclear if she can and would employ them as weapons or if they represent the plenty of death that Sakurakamikaze brings upon her enemies.
Katane-Hathiyara:
Combining Takemikazuchi and Chintamani, Nekoko takes on the strangest and most terrifying form. Her skin pales to an ashen gray. The second the transformation completes, she promptly chops off her own head with a single deadly blow. In her left upper hand, she clasps the offending weapon, a nodachi (bastard sword-sized katana), dripping with her own blood. In her right upper arm, she clutches that very head by the hair! Yet, she is quite alive, and her severed head's expression blazes with even greater manic madness than usual. Her lower right arm holds a skull-cup to catch and collect the gore oozing from her neck. Endless blood fountains from the severed trunk atop her shoulders. Her lower left arm remains empty, the hand forming a Tantrick posture that disturbingly appears to be a beckoning movement to all who behold this frightening form. She is the death of all things, even herself.
Chandra-Nashta:
Combining Tsukuyomi and Dhumavita, this powerful form completes the first elemental cycle and merges with the black abyss of the deepest chasms of the sea. Her skin becomes jet-black. Though still terrifyingly beautiful, an age withers her looks. Slight wrinkles (crow's feet) appear at those striking, burning-black eyes. Smoke surrounds her at all times, generated from the ashes of the fallen souls she tramples in her wake. In her left upper hand, she clasps a okama (scythe), dripping blood. In her left lower arm, she clutches the scalp of a decapitated head, the severed neck oozing gore. And it is not a symbolic representation of a man. It is the head of Mark Howell, her twin soul and mentor. The eyes of the decapitated man have rolled up entirely and his jaw falls slack in a silent scream. Yet, the humor of the head's skin indicates he was executed in the moment she transformed into this form, and that he is at least semi-conscious and suffering in acute agony still. In her right upper hand, she clutches a sodegarami, the three-pronged polearm designed for barbing and holding enemies. It represents purity, impurity, and the dynamic passions that forever transform between those states. The lower right hand holds a skull-cup beneath the severed head, catching the dripping blood from Mark's severed head. She is the death of all things, even her mirror-self.
Chita-Hava:
Combining Fujin and Tara, a shade of frigid blue dominates her skin color. The power of wind cuts through her flesh and bones and empowers her destructive dance in this form. Feng Po has his say as part of this Blossom. The raw ferocity of the Chita-Hava represents with partial clothing in the form of a loincloth of tiger fur. Her upper left hand wields an okama while the left bears the sodegarami. This three-pronged polearm is designed for barbing and holding enemies. It represents purity, impurity, and the dynamic passions that forever transform between those states. Her lower left hand holds a burlap sack that billows with the four winds that it contains. Her lower right hand remains perched in Tantrick posture, ready to act as required, perhaps even reaching into the bag and casting a flesh-flaying, scourging wind upon her enemies.
Khuni-Andhi:
Combining Susano and Bhairava, her skin brightens to a bright cherry-red hue. It represents the fiery heat of her dance's ruthlessly stormy assault. A pale-white coral comb keeps her hair in fixed place, unusually for the Blossoms. Her upper left hand wields an okama while the left bears the sodegarami. This three-pronged polearm is designed for barbing and holding enemies. It represents purity, impurity, and the dynamic passions that forever transform between those states. In her lower left hand, she clutches a magatama necklace made of Tian-Yu jade. Her lower right hand remains empty and rapidly forms through a variety of Tantrick and trigram postures like a fidgeting unruly ghost. This form cannot be still, in fact, and blazes through all obstacles, physical or otherwise.
Yuddha-Devi:
Combining Hachiman and Vemasana, her skin glows like silver and bronze lacquer armor. Highly unusual for the Kali Ma, she does not sprout two additional arms and only grows one foot in height. Her tongue withdraws into her mouth and leaves an expression of austere determination. She seems almost human, were it not for that palpable nimbus of destructive energy always around her. She also continues to completely disregard standards of modesty. Her right hand wields a katana forged in Takamagahara, while the left brandishes a saihai, a tasseled baton. The baton is lacquered bamboo and the tassels formed from the hair of a sacrificial princess of prehistorical ancient Japan, gilded and preserved in gold. Though seemingly more contained than other Blossoms, the Yuddha-Devi reveals an unstoppable deadliness that slices through sin itself.
Sundara-Gaja:
Combining Raiden and Bagala, her skin pales almost alabaster-white, and yet she seems more starkly beautiful and frightening than any other Blossom form. Electricity crackles throughout that darksome nimbus and between her eyes and tongue. It surrounds her weapons, both the okama scythe and sodegarami in her left and right upper hands respectively. The three-pronged polearm is designed for barbing and holding enemies. It represents purity, impurity, and the dynamic passions that forever transform between those states. Lightning jumps between and surrounds both weapons, too. Her lower arms remain empty but swirl in mysterious Tantrick movements that stir up a divine storm underfoot. Every step carries a thunderous cannonade. The destructive madness of this form seals the fate of any demon who dares challenge the gods and their avatar champion.
Suri-Nerti:
Nekoko cannot yet assume this form, which would combine the mighty chief sun goddess, Amaterasu and the prime form of Kali, Adya.