Closed Something's Gotta Give (Kouri)

[Kalina]

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17th Day of Spring, 513AV

Less than thirty six bells since she had originally stumbled onto the prairie, Kalina found herself once again upon the flat, barren lands that had almost killed her last time. Having not yet morphed out of her ocelot form since the incident yesterday, Kalinas’s reasons were threefold. The young kelvic knew that safety was a relative concept at this point in time, and she remained in ocelot form because of the biological early warning system that it afforded her – she could see, hear and smell anything that could be construed as a threat much earlier than she would were she in human form. She could also break into a sprint much fasted in ocelot form, rather than having to waste time changing. Finally, the words of Amelia still resonated strongly in the young creature’s mind: it was not polite to be around people whilst naked, and she had destroyed her only set of clothes whilst morphing in the attack yesterday.

"’Melia…" she wondered what the older girl would think of her now – walking onto an unknown ship, where she had no right to be. The other would no doubt read her the riot act: a ship could be deemed as private property, and Kalina should know better than to wander aboard private property. Worse, still, Kalina had found herself on a ship that set sail… and she had ended up in a different city. She could almost hear the lecture that she would receive from Amelia and her Master – disappointment would drip from their words. The grey ocelot physically cringed at the thought, though she would have given anything to be standing opposite her Master, eyes downcast in embarrassment from disobeying him, as he reprimanded her, rather than be here, in this silent, dead city.

The kelvic ocelot wondered whether if not her disappearance had been noted by her Master, if he knew that she was missing. Kalina was prone to wandering off during the day, and even the night, and her Master was often busy; he didn't have much time for his slave. She wondered if he was searching for her, and she wondered if he would ever find her... no one knew where she was.

In the rays of the bright sun, which was starting to descend in the sky, Kalina felt the warmth that she didn't feel the morning before on the prairie. Even with her limited reception for colours in this form, the light gave the dry expanse a distinctly warm appearance, in comparison with the cool, grey land she had walked upon before. But the ocelot kitten could not associate any of that warmth with the island she was now on. "Want to go back to you, Master. Want to leave here, and leave Zel-va and go back to home with 'Melia..." But even the ignorant kelvic knew how unlikely a proposition her internalisations were. She was alone here, Marcus would not find her.

As she had many times, Kalina considered changing her form to that which could not catch the scents of the world around her as efficiently as her current one - the stench of decay was overwhelming. It was unnatural, filthy, and it was everywhere. She remembered the smell; the man with the water tricks, by the ships in Zeltiva, he had the same pungent aura about him, but it was not as strong as what was currently assaulting her nose. This, more than anything she had seen on the island, frightened her, kept her awake the night just past, and led her to believe that something foul lived here, something that she should avoid.
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[Fubuki Kouri]

The ghost girl had nothing particular to do in this particular early Spring day, she was simply floating in the Prairie, idly hoping that a monster or two would show up and attack her, that way she could have some fun. Her adoptive mother was busy with something and had no need of her presence, Kriem was taking care of Rena as usual, and Kouri wasn't really in the mood to play with them. The older sister needed some time alone. "*Sigh*..." The past few weeks had been rather odd, she started to accept her new life with Annalisa Marin after being tricked to sign a Grand Oath, an Oath of the highest order approved by the Divines' themselves. There was no escaping it, her fate was literally sealed in the glyphed parchment.

In her boredom, Kouri's crimson eyes were half-closed as her translucent unmaterialized body floated through the barren land of death, thick white aura of powerful soulmist swirled around her form, the only thing not being white about her was her blood-red eyes, the eyes that had seen death numerous times caused by her own biting blades. She brought nothing with her today though as she didn't plan a hunt, carrying her blades were easy for her power, but it would still take their toll on her given enough time. However, the sight of a peculiar figure, a figure she hated by design, came to her.

"..." In front of her, not too far away, was a cat of some sort, it had gray fur with constant black spots. This spurred a form of traumatic anger inside the phantom girl. She was butchered by a large wild tiger back in the Jungles of Falyndar, powerful muscles of orange-striped fur tore her parents and herself apart, of course, she bore hatred towards all feline kin ever since. A twisted smile grew upon her pale lips as Kouri's eyes kept locked to the cat. She didn't know about the cat's true nature, it looked real enough to her, no signs about it being a Kelvic or even if there were, Kouri didn't notice it - nor care - for that matter.

That was it, she would play with this cat today, let it feel her suffering, any cat would do really. The ghost girl dashed forward as soulmist swirled angrily around her form then she waved her right hand, a thick black tendril launched itself from her back, swiftly moving to grab the cat's body then violently pulled it towards her like a lasso. Her mastery over soulmist projection was powerful enough for her to lift the cat without much effort, then Kouri would bring the cat before her, gripping at its body with both of her hands, "Hello~" She exhaled, cold misty breath washed over the cat.

Various grisly plans played in her head, what should she do with this animal? It was rare to find a normal cat in the Prairie, usually, they were monsters resulted from failed experiments. To kill it right away would be a waste, Kouri figured she would try to... control it like a puppet. Yes, she wanted to rob the cat out of its own body, Kouri brought the cat closer as her childish malicious grin grew wider, then she her form started to dissolve into white mists then the mists would literally entered the cat through every inch of its orifices. Once inside, Kouri would try to wrest control by gripping the cat's astral body, it was a common animal after all, it shouldn't put much of a fight.

OOCI'll let ye decide whether she succeeds or not.

[Kalina]

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In the vast expanses of open land, all around her, Kalina could see people walking, milling, doing… something, though the figures were far too far away for her to see properly; they were little more than blurry masses for her in this form. The dwarf leopard was not venturing far from the citadel that the lightning-woman had taken her to yesterday – she remembered all too well the creature that had chased her across the prairie, a creature that would have destroyed her, given the chance. Kalina even suspected that the chase was purely a sport for the monstrous black canine, rather than a hunger that drove Kalina to hunt her own prey. Even though the lightning-woman had saved her, the young kelvic had the distinct impression from the woman that there were more of those toothy beasts, or even more of other monsters lurking. As such, the feline did not venture far from the opening of the citadel.

Whining to herself, the grey-golden creature slowed, wide paw sinking slightly into the dry, sandy ground amidst the tufts of grass and bushes, as her normally distributed weight became more concentrated. Awkwardly, she sat, mossy eyes staring out into the prairie as she watched humanoid creatures apparently interacting with each other, and some interacting with things that were definitely not human. Despite having unparalleled night vision, picking up things at a distance in this form was nigh on impossible for her. But beyond her dim observations, Kalina did not question what she saw any further; even her curiosity had its limits.

She was not going to approach the beasts, nor did she even have an inclination to approach the putrid smelling humans that inhabited this strange island, even if it would allow her to see them more clearly. "Sa… S’ova…" that was what the nice sailor had called it, when found her on the ship and were deciding her fate. "A place of magic," the man had said. Kalina had no idea what magic was but, in hindsight, she remembered how uneasy the sailor had seemed as he spoke to her about the island. The ocelot kitten wished that she had noticed that at the time; she could have asked the right questions. No… she wished that she had never gotten onto the boat in the first place. That was her mistake.

Idly, she debated whether or not it was worth risking n encounter with more bloodthirsty monsters if she went in search of the docks. A boat had left port with her undetected onboard once before, it could happen again. And if a ship came from Zeltiva to here, there was no doubt in her mind that one would be one heading in the other direction. All she had to do was find her way back to the silent port and wait for the next ship. Kalina stood up; she would be back with her Master again soon–

A whine escaped the ocelot as hands wrapped themselves around her torso, just under her front legs, and lifted her up, yanking her backwards. Instinctively, she heaved her back paws upwards, claws retracted in order to strike the hands, but her eyes widened in surprise, and horror, as she saw the black mist engulfing her white underbelly. At that point, she began to struggle, and it only grew more violent as she was spun around to face the pale specter, whose brilliant green eyes bored back into her own, similarly shaded, eyes. It spoke, and even that one word caused the ocelot to squirm with more desperation. There was something in the misty creature’s gaze… malice, perhaps, that frightened the ocelot.

Chatoyant eyes grew wider as the specter began to dissolve in front of her – a corporeal body disappearing into mist, which flew around her, following her as she dropped to the ground as the hands which had been supporting her disappeared. The mist, however, remained near, and flew towards her, before she could react. Surprisingly, a bestial growl reverberated from deep inside her throat; Kalina was prepared to fight this unknown assailant. But the mist engulfed her, dimming her vision, and her forced its way through her, inside her, and out of sight.
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[Fubuki Kouri]

This cursed feline creature was afraid, the phantom girl could clearly see the fear flashing from its slitted pupils, wonderful, this pitiful animal shall be her plaything, at least until she got no more use for it. The ghost girl was now literally inside the ocelot, her powerful soulmist attempting to grab the cat's astral and wore them as her own, she could feel unusual amount of mental resistance from her, odd, a simple cat shouldn't be capable of this, but Kouri shrugged it off, this was Sahova where the dead walked the halls and men could transform into dogs. "Aaahahahahaha~ squirm, beg, it's useless!" Kouri taunted, her high-pitched voice echoing inside the cat's mind.

She could feel it, the resistance waning, the cat's astral giving way as Kouri's soulmist took control, Kouri prepared herself as she closed her eyes, her mind's vision being filled with the cat's own. Outside, one could see an ocelot going limp, seemingly asleep on the ground, before its green eyes shot awake, but... its look was off, like something was controlling its mind. The possessed cat then began to snarl randomly as Kouri tested her own vocal cords, oh how she hated these feline creatures, they were the ones responsible for butchering her family and herself! She would take vengeance upon all felines, beginning with this particular cat. The cat's body then stumbled as Kouri attempted to move forward, very much unused to moving with four legs, heck, Kouri floated with no use of her legs usually so it was no wonder she had zero idea on how to move as a four-legged animal.

The ghost girl giggled as she kept pulling at the cat's astral, causing it to repeatedly attempt walking, but stumbling with each step, she didn't care if the cat was injured or uncomfortable, she was enjoying her playtime. A meow that oddly sound like a little girl's giggle escaped the ocelot's open maw, courtesy of the phantom within. "So! Let's play jumpy, jumpy!" The ghost girl then began tugging at the cat's back legs, gathering power, then attempted a poor jump, causing the cat to fall on the hard ground, face-first, a very unlikely trait as cats were said to always land upon their feet after falling. She tried it again and again, until bruises began marring the cat's body. "Ahahaha~ Isn't this fun? How bout we play..." A sinister thought plopped in her mind, "Bath time?" Of course, she was aiming to drown this meat-doll of a cat, unaware of the cat's true nature.

[Kalina]

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The white mist had disappeared entirely from the dwarf leopard’s vision now and, for less than a tick, she experienced a sensation of hope that the specter had disappeared, for whatever reason. Kalina didn’t care what that reason was, just that she had escaped what a voice in the back of her head told her would be an unpleasant experience which ended badly. But the moment was short-lived, as she felt something pushing, pulling, tugging at something, something she didn’t even know existed, and had never seen, but was there nonetheless. Something was inside her, separating her, as if she was being boxed away, shoved to the side.

Limp, she lay on the ground, unmoving from where she had fallen from the specter’s grasp. Despite the temperate nature of the prairie, Kalina shivered as a ripple of cold ran over her causing each of her millions of hairs covering her feline body to prickle and stand on edge. But the cold had reached deep down, as if she had just had a drink from a cool, refreshing pool, and she could feel the liquid running down to her stomach. But it was different – the cool was all over, shallow and deep, concrete and transient. It wasn’t real, but it was there, and she couldn’t stop it, as a fog drifted over her mind, weighing down on her like a blanket, keeping her subdued and unable to react. One final twitch of her front paw, and that was the last of the movements that she controlled.

Her eyes shot open, yet she had not asked them to. She bared her teeth, and a guttural sound reverberated from deep within her stomach, but she had not wanted to make the sound. In uncoordinated, jagged motions, the grey ocelot rolled from her position on the ground and stood, yet within a few ticks, the creature was back on the ground, having stumbled over her own paws, as if she was barely out of her mother and learning to walk again. Internally, Kalina yelped in surprise and pain from the fall, though she was no longer aware of whether any sound escaped her physical body; so distant was it that she felt from the concrete reality that she normally inhabited.

The body rose again… and Kalina, whilst she could feel the cool stones against the pads on her paw, or the loose sand and dried mud massaging her under feet, between the pads, or the blades of grass which brushed lightly against her own fur, or the heat of the rays from the sun caressing her against the cool breeze, none of it felt real. Her mind had fractured, somehow, and had been separated from her body. Everything that she was feeling, seeing, hearing, smelling, it was as if a film had been placed between what she was now associating as herself and what she could only call the body she inhabited. The body didn’t feel like it was hers anymore. And she was frightened.

For a moment, she desperately tried to shake the cold from her body, deciding that that was what was causing this change. If she could get rid of the cold she could get rid of the fog, and she would be free again. She shook, pulled and pushed at anything she could, trying to get leverage inside her own head, trying to repair the break the rift over her very mind. But it was in vain, and the body continued to move forward, stumbling every few steps as the ungraceful, clumsy movements continued.

The essence that was Kalina inside the body gasped as she heard another voice whisper and echo around her, a voice very similar to the specter that had held her no more than a chime ago. The specter with the horribly shaded green eyes and otherwise pale form, which had dropped her and dissolved into mist before entering Kalina through her every orifice… an anguished cry followed soon after the other, much happier voice. She didn’t understand. And through her pain as her mind reeled, she could do nothing as the awkward limbs caused her to lift off from the ground before having her tumble back down against a stone, which collided with the forehead, just above the left eye. The initial pan dulled to a throb but again returned as the body landed again, and again, and again, sometimes hitting the same location, often causing more injury. If she were to look behind Kalina, who had only recently become aware of her own mortality, wondered if she would see a smattering of green behind her; she certainly felt something hot above her eye, at the very least.

The body was beginning to show signs of wearing out – the jumps grew slower, lower, and then the voice spoke again, a high pitched, childish tone which caused the feline to wince, at least internally. In some ways, it was similar to her own, and in this state of dissociation, she could look at herself from an angle she had never witnessed before; the immaturity fading for a moment, the fog from the mist giving her a little clarity to see herself. Only then could she make out similarities between what she was and what the mist also was; normally nothing would please Kalina more than to receive attention, or to play…

But this was different. This reminded her of the foul-smelling water-controlled she had met in the port city. It was dangerous, and the tone with which the mist used to utter the final few words caused an unparalleled wave of distress and terror to engulf the ocelot kitten’s mind as the maladroit body continued to lumber forward to something Kalina was desperate not to reach.

NoteI should just mention, in case people reading/whoever marks this is confused, Kalina has (when in ocelot form, and to some extent when in human form) the colourblindness -and other sight phenomena- found in most felines. This means that, as in many colourblind humans, Kalina sees reds/browns as greens, hence the new interpretation of the colour of Kouri's eyes and blood.
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[Fubuki Kouri]

The cat tried to fight it, Kouri could feel its resistance out of fear for its life, and how she relished every second. These creatures should suffer for what they did, they all deserved to die in the most horrible way possible, just like what they did to her. That tiger destroyed what life she had left, then finished her off and as such, all cats must be the same. Kouri's eyes glinted dangerously as she figuratively floated in the void of Kalina's astral, ghastly tendrils jutting out from her back, all grabbing and pulling at the cat's body.

With each fumbling step, they inched ever closer to a small pool of water, not that deep, but deep enough to deliberately drown this cat, Kouri would just have to keep its head underwater for five chimes... or ten, then the job would be done. "Ahahaha!" With a giggle, Kouri moved the cat's body to jump down into the small shallow pool of freezing water, the cat's body didn't even shiver due to Kouri taking control of every muscle movement, then slowly, carefully, she dipped herself under... under, covering the body, fur, and then its nostrils then eyes.

The ghost could feel it, the panic that throbbed in the cat's soul, she loved it, killing the cat now would be less fun that prolonging its death, after about thirty ticks, Kouri forcefully moved its body to surface, allowing it to take breath, "Ahahaha! Isn't this fun? You will be all cleaned and ready to be tucked for 'bed', ehehehahahaha~" The phantom child cackled sinisterly then continued the torture, again, and again, surfacing each time she felt the cat was about to drown. After five instances, Kouri had enough, she gave one final message to the cat, "So~ Any last words?" It was a rhetorical question, of course the cat wouldn't understand her.

OOCJust a note if you don't know about this, you can 'mentally' speak with your possessor.

[Kalina]

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The ocelot Kelvic's body stung. It stung in places that she had never felt pain; never before had she been so clumsy as to trip and fall in the variety of ways she currently was. Kalina was an inquisitive kitten - constantly getting herself into scrapes when she tried to fit through gaps that were clearly far too small for her. But her four, wide-set paws were enough for her to have never really worried about tumbling or tripping before... and if she did, she had always managed to land on her feet and save herself a painful scrape. No longer was this the case, however. As she lost control of her own body, so did she also lose her own sense of what was real and what wasn't.

A simple creature with very little experience and education, all Kalina knew was either what she had seen and felt in the Kelvic Research Institute, or what her Master had deigned to tell her. All of her knowledge was based on experience and she hadn't nearly enough abstraction to imagine that there was anything beyond what she saw, heard, smelt or felt. The existence of magic was new to her: Clyde and the foul smelling boy had enlightened her, but they had only showed her that it existed, not anything more. But, because of this limited knowledge that they had given her, whilst she could never have imagined that something like this could have existed, she could now at least make the assumption that some sort of magic was at play.

As her body stumbled along, with Kalina only able to watch and feel, rather than act, all she could do was think. Her mind dallied back and forth between the logic that something was controlling her, and the thought that nothing sounded more crazy. Yet, the white spectre in front of her had disappeared into mist, and that mist had entered her, through every available orifice, and it had yet to reappear. It must still be inside her, and it must be controlling her. The voice that had spoken to her, inside her own head, was not her voice. It was foreign, and Kalina could feel its cold, and feel its hatred. Something about Kalina made the mist despise her very existence.

A sharp, hot pain seared through her right front leg and shoulder as her body was led up to a boulder, climbed upon it, and jumped off, twisting and causing her to land on her back. As her eyes opened again, she finally saw the small pool of water. It didn't look deep, but it was murky brown, and Kalina couldn't see the bottom of it. In vain, she struggled to gain control of her legs and stop the movement forward, but she couldn't even seem to find her legs. She knew where they were, but she couldn't grasp them, they were jelly, and something was getting in the way of her attempts.

The cool water of the pool matched the cool mist that encapsulated her; it wasn't a shock to her system to enter the cold water, though it only reinforced her previous dislike for the wet substance. As some of the newly caused cuts and grazes met the water, , and the mud swirled into the flesh, relief flooded her, as it cooled them for a moment... and then her head was submerged.

It was a few ticks later when she realised that she had control over her breathing. Maybe she always did, or maybe her terror had given her enough fight to seize that modicum of control. She didn't care. At least she had it. Time passed, perhaps bells passed, and the burning in her lungs grew worse and worse; a few ticks more and she wouldn't be able to take it any longer. But her head was dragged to the surface again, and she greedily gulped in the air now available to her, so loud was her panting that she could barely hear the high, girly voice speaking.

But the last question echoed in her mind, causing her blood to run cold - even Kalina could guess the connotations. "Stop. No, cold, no, NO! Finished. Please make it stop, make... make it stop," the thoughts came out as a congealed, barely comprehensible mess. As thoughts, there were sounds being made that her vocal tract could not, at a speed that both human and ocelot anatomies could not cope with. There was no filter, nothing there to give her words any sensical meaning, and the babbling and pleading continued, "No make please stop gone good cat, no more..."

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[Fubuki Kouri]

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The deranged ghostly little girl was ready to finish the cat once and for all by drowning her, but then... "H-huh??" The cat spoke to her! No, she didn't hear it wrong, the cat really did speak to her, in Common, through their mental link. This could only mean one thing... as she had experienced before, talking animals, this cat was a kelvic! In the ghost girl's mind, Kelvics were on a whole different matter than common animals, they were thinking, sentient beings. She had just tried to kill an innocent kelvic who didn't do anything to her, instantly, an immense amount of guilt shot through the ghost girl, Kalina could feel the girl's immense fear at having done a monstrous cruel thing as well.

With fumbling movements, Kouri dragged the cat's body out of the water then awkwardly shook the cat's body to get the water off her fur. Then, without further ado, Kouri unpossessed the cat, rematerializing a few inches away from the cat, in a curled up position on the ground, Kouri's eyes were wide with horror and her mouth mumbled something... if one listened closely, one could hear "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." being spoke over, and over, and over again. At the moment, Kouri's mind broke under intense pressure from guilt and revelation.

"I... I am sorry..." Her tone was monotone, lifeless, and full of despair, the soulmist swirling around her form lost their energy as the ghost girl lay there on the ground, seemingly wanting to just shut her mind to the world and die... unfortunately, she already did. "Help... help me... help you... I must... I must help..." Kouri spoke in broken Common, her wide unblinking eyes searching for something, anything, to help the kelvic and atone for her sins. Unfortunately, she was a ghost whose powers mostly used to harm and kill, and in this barren Prairie... hungry creatures would find a wounded cat to be a tasty morsel. Finding no immediately solution, Kouri slumped on the ground as tears began flowing from her eyes, crimson-colored tears as she kept mumbling the apology like a broken record.

OOCShould we PM Annalisa for her to make an appearance, for Kalina to get medical attention?


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[Kalina]

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The grey ocelot still lay in the small pond of water, shivering and terrified. It was mere inches deep - nothing, a puddle, more than a pond. But Kalina had learnt that it was enough to do damage to her, even kill her, had the intruder wanted her dead. It was enough for the fear of water to return, with full force... never again did she want to place her wide paws in the cool liquid again, or even drink from its depths. Her grey head began to lower again, and the essence that was the kelvic screamed out again as fear froze her every instinct.

But it stopped, and she could hear her own words echoing through her mind... as if another were speaking them, repeating them. The high voice sounded again, dancing through her mind like a drawn. The body began to move, standing on four shaky legs, it pushed itself up, the normally pure white underbelly now sodden, encased by silt and mud, just like her snout and jaw. The rest if her body had not faired much better, the viridian blood mixed in with the murky water, and the water too was laced with the creature's blood. With slow, desperate movements, the body was heaved out of the water, claws digging in to make the small climb up the side easier, before it shook itself out, though to Kalina it was not much more than the previous shivering. Then her body fell back to the ground.

So far gone was Kalina's essence that she did not wince or try to struggle at the pain of the thud when her already battered body thudded to the ground one final time. She was frightened and exhausted, and the exhaustion only grew when the essence of the intruder left her body and Kalina could feel herself gaining control of her extremities once again. She twitched, testing out that newfound control, though the relief of that control was short-lived,when she realised that the spectral form was positioned in front of her once again.

A whine of fear escaped the bedraggled ocelot, and she flinched, weakly extending her claws and attempting to swipe at the white form... a feeble attempt at warning the other creature to stay away. But it spoke to her in the high, childish voice that she had heard in her mind. Its... or her... words were just as unintelligible as Kalina's own had been, and still were. The ocelot kitten was only able to catch on to a few of the words - sorry... help... And Kalina made no attempts acknowledge or reply, only lying there as the wet mud on her fur began to slowly harden in the weak spring sun.

History was repeating itself - just as she had left her Master's apartment, she had been preyed upon by mean men. Kalina had promised herself then that she would never leave her Master's side again... though she hadn't followed through. Now that she had left Annalisa, she was prey to something far worse than those Ravokian men. But this time there was no Amelia to save her. She wanted her Master, or Amelia. She wanted Anna... "go away... just go away..."

She wanted rid of the white magic girl. She hated it. She wanted to kill it. Or for it just to die. She wanted to get away from it. She wanted to hide from it. She was frightened of it. "Go... go away...please..." she continued to beg, as if the creature could still hear her thoughts.

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[Fubuki Kouri]

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The cat, no, the Kelvic was alive... she was still alive, but from the looks of it, she couldn't last long, not out here at least, in the barren land filled with horrifying creatures where one of them could trounce a master ghost in just a couple of spine-darts. "Help..." She wanted to help, she must help, she had just tortured a sentient being out for fun, even for her, that was despicable, Kouri's trembling form then disappeared as she instantly appeared beside the Kelvic, Kouri then focused the soulmist on both of her arms as she gently picked up the cat, her body was light, very light, Kouri barely exerted any energy to life up her form. "Help, I will... help..." She spoke in broken monotone, crimson eyes searching for a solution.

The ghost girl's one-tracked mind then she gasped, yes, someone could help her, someone alive and would definitely listen to her plea, that someone was Annalisa, her adoptive mother. "Y-yes! Mommy, mommy can help!" Kouri spoke, like she was talking to the ocelot, but her gaze and tone made her sound she was reassuring herself. Tucking the cat in her cold embrace, Kouri dashed forward, her form floating a few inches above the ground as she 'ran' into the Citadel.

Once out of the Prairie and within the safety of the undead citadel, Kouri paused for a few ticks, pondering on where her mother could be, usually she would be in the Quarters or the Common Labs, but at this time, she would be at the Labs, so there Kouri went, taking the usual corporeal route as the cat couldn't pass through walls after all, arriving at the Common Labs, Kouri barged in as her eyes shifted left and right and there... she could see her, tall, long dark hair, wearing robes, it was her mother, no doubt about it. "Mommy!" The ghost girl screeched in panic, gaining impassive looks of Nuits around them, the she dashed there, stopping beside Annalisa as she showed Anna the Kelvic, "Mommy, mommy uhm... c-can you help her? I... I uh... I've been a bad girl... I... hurt her, I... I didn't know she was a Kelvic! I swear! I don't know! S-so... please, help?" She explained as best as she could, looking up at Anna with her large puppy-dog eyes.


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