Re: ~*~* Chronicles Of The Rift II *~*~ Starts {Full}
Exhibit A - the body/zombie-chan, + hitodama Saifa/Okiku
Exhibit B - (left) Saifa, (right) Okiku
Saifa, Okiku, the body/F, F, F
103.5: The Dead Walk
The body lay in the dust of the path, abandoned.
Time passed.
Eventually, an umbrella came down the road. Of course it did not walk - what sort of self-respecting bamboo umbrella walked? Furthermore, it had once been a bamboo umbrella of distinction, handed down from generation to generation, and at last achieved its greatest reverence by being allowed to be the sunshade of a statue of Dowager-General Shaku. There had been paper flowers, and poetry, and incense. People had polished it, every single day. Therefore, with dignity -
- the much-battered bamboo umbrella hopped down the road. Had there been anyone on that particular road, which was not a popular one among locals as it passed a graveyard, they would have heard the clackclackclack of the large umbrella's vigorous movement, and seen the refined way in which it conducted itself, hopping most elegantly, and perhaps the more psychically-inclined would have also heard the distracted mumbling that echoed within the wooden confines of the overgrown parasol.
"OKIKU YOU DAMNABLE WORM THERE'S NOT ENOUGH ROOM FOR THE BOTH OF US IN THIS FUCKEN BAMBOO HELL."
"This humble servant agrees with the lady's most perceptive statement, Lady Saifa."
"THERE BETTER BE SOME FRESH CORPSES IN THE DAMN CEMETERY."
"This humble servant wishes to put forward the observation that the wretched memory of this humble servant recalls that the cemetery is but a few minutes away from our present location."
"ODIOUSLY POCKMARKED BEFOULMENT - AH, A CORPSE."
The umbrella, resigned to its fate, shuddered to a halt in front of the body. Two hitodama, one a horrendously bright pink and the other so nondescriptly indigo that it threatened to fade into the background, emerged from the umbrella, which fell, with a forsaken thud, to the ground. They circled the body, examining it and commenting most brashly and loudly (in the case of the pink hitodama).
"THIS APPEARS TO BE A LIKELY CANDIDATE. OF THE CORRECT GENDER, BARELY LIBERATED, ALL PERTINENT BITS INTACT. SMELLS DELIGHTFULLY OF MOTHBALLS. INTERESTING CHOICE OF NECK ORNAMENT. GOOD, VERY GOOD. EXCELLENT, I MUST SAY. I SHALL MOVE IN, DIRECTLY."
"This humble servant harbours a vain desire that the Lady Saifa remember that when we wandering souls reinhabit the body of another soul that has left for the afterlife, we must agree to fulfil whatever request the former occupant made last before departing."
"YOU FUCKEN BITCH, YOU SAYIN' THAT I AM A WOMAN OF NO HONOUR?"
"N-no, Lady Saifa, not at all! This humble servant prostrates herself and apologizes most profusely!"
"GOOD. I HEREBY CLAIM THIS BODY JOINT PROPERTY OF-"
The body's mouth moved, weakly, and croaked: "Ah. There, I think, I have you."
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A very short while later, the formerly inanimate body could be seen performing an absurd little jig, umbrella in hand. Saifa and Okiku were floating around it, both distinctly put out. It was giggling somewhat insanely, it must be admitted.
"Yes! It worked! I did it! I diddled you all! Aheheheh!!"
Then, awkwardly, it stopped, coughed self-consciously, and pinched the bridge of its nose.
104.0: The Dead Talk
Sundown.
The body hopped down the dusty path it had been lying on not too long ago, twirling its umbrella. It was fully aware that it could have just walked down the path, like any other conceivable creature except birds that flew and fish that swam or things that levitated, but it felt something was expected of it. Well. She'd written it up as a stereotypical undead, so a stereotypical undead it was damn well going to be.
The umbrella made no objection, since it wholeheartedly agreed that hopping was the proper mode of progression for all creatures that had the capability to do so.
Saifa and Okiku had taken off as soon as they'd seen the onset of evening. They clarified that they would be back at dawn, or whenever the body decided to call them back. They had business to initiate, now that they had a body to conclude it with, said Saifa, although not in as many words.
Said path did lead to a cemetery, but it forked to the left just before the rough fence that served as the cemetery's boundary. Having a vague idea of whom it was supposed to search for and deducing correctly that such individuals would not willingly spend any amount of time in a cemetery, being neither dead nor undead, the body took the forking path.
Coming to a town, the body lurked round the windows of most of the houses there, pouting when it found that many townspeople advocated the use of heavy curtains. Eventually it snuck its way round to the inn, which appeared to be quite as bereft of liveliness as the rest of the town. (The body did not take into consideration that it was probably close to midnight, despite the presence of a bright and decidedly full moon in the dark sky.) Skipping merrily into the lobby, it deliberated whether to run wild upstairs checking each room for the people it thought it might be able to recognise, or to raid the bar. There was sure to be at least one of them in there, if this was anything like the last time - just head for the best-looking guy in the place, it wouldn't be too hard.
It hopped into the bar.
The lights were dimmer than usual, and there was no one there save a tall, heavily-built man bent over a chair, dead to the world. His rather dishevelled appearance suggested something other than common drunkenness as the cause of his inebriation. To this scant description might be added: dried and drying blood, ripped clothing, a very big sword, sheer exhaustion, and the fact that the body could see that the man's soul was not clouded over as drinker's souls were wont to be.
The body knew that what it was about to do was very, very wrong, and very, very cruel; but it told itself it would make it up to the man later, and besides, it might never get another chance to do this to anyone ever again.
It went up to the sleeping man, and poked him (in a less vulnerable spot that was not dripping blood) with the umbrella. The man stirred, slightly.
"...wuh...?"
The body leaned forward, and grinned. "BOO."
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
(In defense of the sleeping man's honour, it might be noted here that screaming is quite a natural reaction if you had a face with an ethereal blue pallor, reeking of napthalene, whites of the eyes rolled up into its skull showing quite prominently, stare into yours and shout "BOO" while you were worn out from exhaustion after fighting a gigantic, sadistic nine-tailed guardian fox. Be grateful that the victim was not you.)
The body collapsed, laughing so hard that it wound up rolling about on the wooden floorboards of the bar.
The now-awake warrior clutched a hand to his chest to make sure that his heart had not indeed ceased functioning. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR."
The body replied: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"...I would chop you in half with Miroku if I had the strength to, but sadly, I do not."
"HAHAHAHAHA - yes I'm sure you would, my dear Professor WolfhahahHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!"
"You're going to wake everyone up, and they all really need their sleep - wait, who are you and how do you know-?!"
"Overall manliness - hehehehehehHAHAHAHA I mean I'm Emo, no I'm not emo HAHAHA uh HAHAHAHAH I'm Yi-wen HAHA zombie nice to meet you heheheheheh oh god I can't stop laughing hahahahahaha!!"
"Ah, Emo-sai. Go away and laugh somewhere else, I want to sleep..."
"I'll carry you up to your room as an apology AHAHAHAHAHA I'm sorry I couldn't resist it would have worked better with Roy if he's here since he'll definitely have a girly character but hahahahahaHAHA ah, the laughing fit is dying down, heheheheh."
"I see you will be a very amusing addition to the group, at the very least."
The still giggling zombie lifted the weary warrior, large sword and all, without even needing to bend its knees. It stuck its umbrella under the other arm, and tripped happily upstairs. Due to about nine inches difference in height, the good Professor's limbs tended to knock against the floor, but it was generally a hassle-free process. Nonexistent reaction to stress placed upon the physical body happened to be one of the perks of being an undead.
"Which door (snigger)?"
"That one."
Professor Wolf was duly dumped, unceremoniously, onto his bed.
"What are you going to do now, Miss Zombie? ...Don't scare any of the others."
"(snigger) Maybe I won't."
A suspicious stare. "Well I'm going to sleep now, try to stay out of trouble?"
All he received in reply was another snigger, coming from the direction of the room's window. Washing his hands of the whole affair, the noble professor, sacrificial lamb, pulled the covers over his head and dropped off into blissful sleep.
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Apologies for a mostly dialogue crackpost in which I retcon my own signup... repeatedly. (everything with regards to magical ability is unchanged though) If you want a clearer picture of the exact nature of this character it's easier to ask me through PM or IM or something rather than refer to the signup ^^;; incidentally if any of you want you can post Zombie-chan going round and causing other people to lose well-earned sleep :x
hitodama - roughly equivalent to a western will o' the wisp; spiritual fireball ghost thingy
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