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"Please don't be scared. I'm still the same person... dead or not."

haunted starters

Tears bead along Ryū’s lids, staring at the incorporeal form of her friend. Wilting, she feels the ground beneath her knees as she loses her legs.

“…not you, too,” she whispers, palms resting against the earth as she bows her head. Her fingers curl, digging into the dirt as she feels anger at herself bubble beneath her skin.

How many more? How many more people that she loves will she let die?!

She already lives in a maelstrom of spirits within the abandoned compound. Voices, whisper-like touches, shadows in the corners of her eyes…they surround her every waking moment. Both a comfort, and a constant reminder of her failures - of the past she can no longer touch.

And now…there is one more.

Looking up to Rei, she whispers, “I’m s-sorry…I’m so…sorry…”

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Lived long enough to become the villain

Leave ‘Lived long enough to become the villain’ to get a glimpse of my character being a villain.

(Blood and gore warning!)

“…I’m not going to ask you again.”

Boots stride softly along the blood-soaked floor, making slow circles around the chair in the center of the room. In her hands, she delicately handles a gleaming scalpel. It’s more for show than anything. She doesn’t really need it.

She doesn’t even have to touch them.

“I’m usually a very patient person…but you’re testing my limits.”

The nin strapped to the chair says nothing.

A sigh of disappointment escapes her. With a flick of her wrist, her captive’s right little finger is severed.

They tense, a muffled cry kept behind bitten lips. Blood drips along the arm of the chair to the floor with soft splatters.

“You have plenty of small digits for me to start with. Fingers. Toes. Then we can move onto ears, since you seem to have so much trouble listening. From there, we might finish off the rest of your hands, and your feet. No running or climbing for you then. I can burn your skin with a touch. Every nerve in your body can be set to flame at my command. Do not test me.” 

Reaching out, she grips the spine of the chair with a glove hand. Cold eyes of steel stare blankly into her prisoner’s. “I can open you up and tie your intestines in knots. I can eliminate the functions of your organs one. By. One. I can carve patterns into every inch of your skin. I can sever the muscles from your bones. I can crush your skeletal frame to dust. But believe me…I can keep you alive for as long as I want. In as much pain as I want. You can be sure I won’t kill you until you tell me where he is.”

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Angst symbols: drugs in handbag

⚈: my muse’s reaction to finding drugs in your muse’s handbag

“Whoa, easy there!” Catching Rei’s arm, the medic gives her a smile. “You must be more tired than you look. Here, I’ll take your bag - you just focus on the stairs, okay?”

Before Rei can protest, Ryū slips her purse off her arm by a handle, the other loose and letting it flare open. Moving to catch the lip before anything spills, she stills as a bottle meets her eyes.

She can feel Rei tense beside her, but ignores her.

Plucking the bottle out, Ryū’s brow draws as the sound of pills rattles within the plastic. Her voice is quiet.

“…what are these…?”