Sighing again, Yuri crossed his arms and floated down to the ground in a sitting position. Worry for the knocked out hunter was still in mind, but Yuri was sure the man would be fine, momentarily forgetting the numerous, predatory beasts in the woods.
Once Kouri launched off to retrieve her daggers, Yuri sat across from Rena, who was still reeling from the shock of Kouri's outburst at her. The musician ghost merely closed his eyes and tried relaxing for a bit, but he couldn't. Not after all the events of today, where he saw a ghost whose mind had been tragically shattered, and the sister who suffers because of it but still loves her. And... he was worried that they would both be dragged into the depths of insanity; but how could he help them?! Yuri himself struggled to retain whatever humanity and sanity he had left, so how could he look after them?
Yuri's bemusing was only interrupted by Rena's sudden whisper, seemingly to herself. Opening his eyes, Yuri could only watch in still despondence as Rena, right in front of him, began slipping down the same path her sister had already progressed far on. What was he to tell the young girl? No, its okay? Don't let go of your humanity? His eyebrows furrowed, Yuri looked with sharp firmness at Rena, wanting to say something... but this faded almost as quickly as it sprung up.
Is it really inevitable to all ghosts, that they will sooner or later go mad? Yuri could only wonder as he saw the startling transformation in Rena; more like her older, more unstable sister's crimson red eyes, and her demure but disturbing grin. The hopelessness in Rena's voice for her own mind's sanity and her morals, it troubled Yuri greatly. But he only observed on, not saying a single word. Not saying a single word to persuade her otherwise, that there was still a reason to hang on to her past self. For Yuri realized in resignation, the eventual fate of Kouri, Rena, himself, and all other ghosts... was a broken lunacy. Like a river, its flow can only be stemmed for so long...
Upon Kouri's arrival with her daggers in tow, Yuri extended a soulmist tendril into his right palm, collecting the ethereal substance in it till he felt confident it was enough to hold the dagger. Concentrating his mind on this task, Yuri tried putting out of mind his previous thoughts. Taking the dagger in his right hand, Yuri focused hard on keeping his energy steady and constant, as he shakily lifted the cold iron dagger.
Compared to possession, this seemingly simple act was draining his energy significantly faster. Yuri watched in slight envy as Kouri moved her chakrams about so gracefully. Yet, despite her playfulness in twirling them about, they could so easily kill if their master desired to do so. And by now, Yuri knew Kouri was not against that.
Yuri suddenly glided up to Kouri, his right hand and dagger held near his chin as he watched her intently. I wonder... how well could she fight with these chakram? Yuri knew it was an almost foolish curiosity, but, for future reference and knowledge, he wanted to see Kouri's fighting ability. Coughing politely, Yuri smiled courteously to Kouri, masking away his inner turmoil of thoughts, "Miss Kouri, I am wondering how skilled you are in wielding your chakram. So... could I ask if you could show it in a spar with me? If you so want that is..."
Yuri prepared to get into a somewhat battle-ready stance, holding his dagger in front of him like a fencer does with his rapier, his face set grim and determined. Yet it was still unsure and not quite steady, and Yuri probably already knew the result of this fight. "Now, please don't be disappointed in my skill. I'm a pianist, not a fighter." |
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