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The door opens, and outside, it's dark, and raining. The view, to those who can see through the gloom, and the veritable sheets of water, looks like a street in roughly medieval Japan.

Those with a little more history under their belt might even be able to pinpoint it as Heian-era. But only those with intimate knowledge of the location and era would be able to recognise a street in Heian-kyo.

A (relatively) tall man, made taller by the hat on his head ducks through the door, in out of the rain. In addition to the tall hat, he's wearing the distinctive - if currently somewhat damp - white robes of an onmyouji.

The door clicks shut behind him as he steps in, and he freezes.

"By all the gods and spirits... Where am I?"

((ooc: Please note - Hao is a mind-reader. Not a full-blown telepath, but he can hear thoughts. He has no control over this - i.e., he cannot choose to not read minds. He does it all the time, and if someone doesn't have some sort of mental defence of their own, he's liable to pick up what they're thinking.

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"Ah. I see. So long as it is in hand."

His hand is still petting the Bright Shiner; whether or not he is actually a cat, he certainly possesses the sensibilities of one.

He purrs. "As long as my hand is not expected to be taking responsibility, all is well."

"What do you do regarding spirits and the elements, as an onmyouji?"

"That depends on what is necessary," Hao replies. "Bind them, free them, change them, send them where they belong. Proper balance is the goal."

Yrael purrs more.

"I like that." It is very direct in a way Yrael usually isn't.

"It is the same in the Old Kingdom. There is the Charter, and there is Free Magic, both against the other. Once, the Charter was the aggressor, enslaving Free Magic beings to provide the power it needed to sustain itself. Those who wished not to have their power stolen from them fought back. Still it goes on, though Free Magic tends to be viewed as the aggressor, now, for it was the Charter that allowed Life, and Free Magic corrodes the order of the Charter."

"Ahh. The balance between chaos, and order then, where you come from," he says. "It is much the same anywhere there is life, I would imagine. In order for it to exist, then a state of balance must be maintained. Of course, it would be an easier task if humans would behave properly themselves."

"Of course, that begs the question as to what one's definition of proper behavior is," he mwrrs, smirking up at Hao.

"Mmm. It can be a tricky definition, sometimes," he admits.