[Ridiculous doesn't even begin to cover it. It's bothersome enough that suddenly the city now has to deal with a ghost problem, but other, equally irritating complications are cropping up too. It's not as though Fushimi expected to become a ghost hunter or something stupid like that and these aren't Strains, he's not stupid enough to treat them like it.
Still, a little basic self-preservation and common sense can't hurt, which is why he feels no hesitation in throwing a knife in the direction of a ghost that's wandering a little too close.Unfortunately, instead of a defensive blue aura surrounding the knife, a red one envelops it instead, which leads to the knife missing the ghost as it fades out of sight, but landing perfectly, blade first into a nearby wall.
Where it promptly explodes, leaving a nice sized hole and a bit of smoke. He stares at the chunk of wall, frowning at it like it's personally offended him. Accidents happen?]
Phase III
[Okay, so, dealing with ghosts is a thing now. Aside from the slightly murderous bent they seem to have, this might be... slightly manageable. He's not thrilled about the idea of holing himself up in his apartment and pretending like nothing is happening, so Fushimi finds himself out on the street, pointedly ignoring the ghosts as much as possible.
It's almost, possibly, working, until one decides to reach out and touch him. A disgustingly cold feeling and bit of wavering vision makes him feel sick for a moment, but seems to pass, leaving him apparently unharmed.
Good thing nothing immediately bad happened there, it seems.]
Wildcard
[Hit me up with anything else that tickles your fancy!]
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[Ridiculous doesn't even begin to cover it. It's bothersome enough that suddenly the city now has to deal with a ghost problem, but other, equally irritating complications are cropping up too. It's not as though Fushimi expected to become a ghost hunter or something stupid like that and these aren't Strains, he's not stupid enough to treat them like it.
Still, a little basic self-preservation and common sense can't hurt, which is why he feels no hesitation in throwing a knife in the direction of a ghost that's wandering a little too close.Unfortunately, instead of a defensive blue aura surrounding the knife, a red one envelops it instead, which leads to the knife missing the ghost as it fades out of sight, but landing perfectly, blade first into a nearby wall.
Where it promptly explodes, leaving a nice sized hole and a bit of smoke. He stares at the chunk of wall, frowning at it like it's personally offended him. Accidents happen?]
Phase III
[Okay, so, dealing with ghosts is a thing now. Aside from the slightly murderous bent they seem to have, this might be... slightly manageable. He's not thrilled about the idea of holing himself up in his apartment and pretending like nothing is happening, so Fushimi finds himself out on the street, pointedly ignoring the ghosts as much as possible.
It's almost, possibly, working, until one decides to reach out and touch him. A disgustingly cold feeling and bit of wavering vision makes him feel sick for a moment, but seems to pass, leaving him apparently unharmed.
Good thing nothing immediately bad happened there, it seems.]
Wildcard
[Hit me up with anything else that tickles your fancy!]