Sept 25, 2023 4:02:27 GMT
Post by Yukine Kobayashi on Sept 25, 2023 4:02:27 GMT
As soon as the silver-haired villainess extended her hand towards the ghost, Yukine knew that he was safe. Not just because of the reassuring gesture, but as he extended a hand back towards her, he felt the familiar pull of circuitry upon his form. Oh. Oh. There was something undeniably tragic about a person who still had a humanoid face, needing something like this to move about in the world. In that way, they were… well, rather like kindred spirits, since they both needed full-body prostheses to lead some semblance of normal lives.
He’d paused only for a moment as the leporine lady came to thank them. The little ghost flared appreciatively at her words, tiny sparks glittering around him as he gave a polite bow of his head. He’d watch as she rejoined the group of heroes… and then he returned his attention to Ishtar.
As soon as Yukine’s diminutive hands touched Ishtar’s fingertips, he seeped into the wiring of her prosthesis. Compared to the electrical wiring of an abandoned house, the circuitry of a cybernetic body was far more cramped. He could not race around haphazardly from place to place, as he was accustomed to. So… the ghost moved like the dull twinge of a muscle after a strenuous workout, easing up the silver-haired woman’s arm. He poked inquisitively along nerve pathways then, sensing a dead-end, would carry onward. Finally, he came to a laborious halt somewhere between Ishtar’s shoulders. There seemed to be a good amount of space there. The subtle ebb and flow as the villainess walked was rather like being adrift on an expansive sea…
The rocking lulled the ghost into one of those spaces where his attention thinned into a momentary oblivion. Had he a body of his own, this might have been called sleep– for Yukine allowed his mind to relax its hold on the world. He was safe, now. He was safe.
…Yukine wasn’t sure of how much time had passed when his mind pulled itself together once again… he awoke slowly at first. Then, finding himself in darkness, he jolted into cognizance, reaching for some explanation. Above him, he found a cavernous network of cabling and hardware, totally unfamiliar to him. The ghost moved carefully through it, reluctant to tool around with a device he had no experience with. The ghost pushed forward through the tangled mess of technology, then followed a lonely avenue.
At the end of the avenue, he found an optic– a lens into the world beyond. Oh, good! He could see. Yukine gave a relieved hum, drinking-in the view.
Through the optic, Yukine could see the hints of a nose, to one side, and the white hints of bangs up above. Right! He was… uh… gosh, where was he? Or rather, with whom? He seemed to be possessing someone… though their body seemed to move just fine without his intervention… but who…? And did they know that he was there, or was this more of a… covert operation?
He’d have to wait and see, he supposed. He couldn’t very well ask, for though there was a fairly extensive network of nerves at his disposal, he didn’t sense any speakers that he could vocalize through. This was… far more complicated than what he was used to... so the specter took great care not to interfere with too much.
He’d paused only for a moment as the leporine lady came to thank them. The little ghost flared appreciatively at her words, tiny sparks glittering around him as he gave a polite bow of his head. He’d watch as she rejoined the group of heroes… and then he returned his attention to Ishtar.
As soon as Yukine’s diminutive hands touched Ishtar’s fingertips, he seeped into the wiring of her prosthesis. Compared to the electrical wiring of an abandoned house, the circuitry of a cybernetic body was far more cramped. He could not race around haphazardly from place to place, as he was accustomed to. So… the ghost moved like the dull twinge of a muscle after a strenuous workout, easing up the silver-haired woman’s arm. He poked inquisitively along nerve pathways then, sensing a dead-end, would carry onward. Finally, he came to a laborious halt somewhere between Ishtar’s shoulders. There seemed to be a good amount of space there. The subtle ebb and flow as the villainess walked was rather like being adrift on an expansive sea…
The rocking lulled the ghost into one of those spaces where his attention thinned into a momentary oblivion. Had he a body of his own, this might have been called sleep– for Yukine allowed his mind to relax its hold on the world. He was safe, now. He was safe.
…Yukine wasn’t sure of how much time had passed when his mind pulled itself together once again… he awoke slowly at first. Then, finding himself in darkness, he jolted into cognizance, reaching for some explanation. Above him, he found a cavernous network of cabling and hardware, totally unfamiliar to him. The ghost moved carefully through it, reluctant to tool around with a device he had no experience with. The ghost pushed forward through the tangled mess of technology, then followed a lonely avenue.
At the end of the avenue, he found an optic– a lens into the world beyond. Oh, good! He could see. Yukine gave a relieved hum, drinking-in the view.
Through the optic, Yukine could see the hints of a nose, to one side, and the white hints of bangs up above. Right! He was… uh… gosh, where was he? Or rather, with whom? He seemed to be possessing someone… though their body seemed to move just fine without his intervention… but who…? And did they know that he was there, or was this more of a… covert operation?
He’d have to wait and see, he supposed. He couldn’t very well ask, for though there was a fairly extensive network of nerves at his disposal, he didn’t sense any speakers that he could vocalize through. This was… far more complicated than what he was used to... so the specter took great care not to interfere with too much.
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