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[gurge]

[ there's a monk. a buddhist monk, dressed nape to ankle in ceremonial robes, bare feet on hard tile floors. the penthouse behind him is classy and tasteful, but a jarring modern contrast to his clothing. it doesn't take much movement to realize his right sleeve, however, is completely empty. cheerful and chipper, he smiles and waves at the camera. ]

Hi hi~! Oh. I've been here since the first of us and not properly introduced myself on the network. My apologies, I'm a bit shy. [ yeah right. ] I'm Getou Suguru — [ the bow of his head is just deep enough to not be impolite. ] — a shaman from Japan. Back home, I specialized in hauntings and strange phenomena, as well as karmic work and even some chakra alignment. If you're suffering from strange aches and recurring nightmares, compulsive thoughts or stranger whispers, unprecedented cravings...

[ he's extremely animated through each of these symptoms even though he rattles them off like a medication commercial: acting out an ache in his nonexistent arm, a hand over his eyes for the nightmares, holding his head for thoughts and whispers, and... something a little more devious for cravings as he winks. ]

Please don't hesitate to visit.

[ a map link identifies his location. he's not very worried about stranger danger, is he? there's a long beat where he just smiles, and it seems like the feed might end, but then he acts on another thought that's been rolling around in that silly head of his: ]

Ah, and... Satoru.

[ to throw himself at the mercy of the public image is... a lot. he must know it, this man who values his pristine image. is it apology enough then, to make himself look like such a fool? he slides onto his knees mid-screen, clapping his hands together in prayer. are there tears? there might be tears. ]

Can't you please finally forgive meeeee?

[ what an embarrassing note to end on. ]



[ note: this character is a villain who hates humans so please check the journal for content warnings! i caught covid in the middle of sept so sorry for the abrupt hiatus; i'm working my way through backtags soon. no worries if anything's too old! cheers ]

Comments

[gurge]

No need to pardon yourself, that's not rude at all. I do! Why do you ask~? Are yours completely sealed?

[luciole]

For the most part, yes.
An unfortunate circumstance but I've been getting by.

It turns out that when you can't see and talk to ghosts, you end up getting a better night's sleep on a consistent basis.
Who knew?

[gurge]

Hoh? [ an energetic (and erratic) man, it's clear something draws his attention when he stills, and looks. really looks. ]

The sealing of your curse energy improved your life, did it?

[luciole]

Cursed energy? Sounds on the nose if you ask me.
But that's not what we call it where I'm from.

I was being facetious anyway.

[gurge]

[ and just like that, it's gone. ]

A flippant sense of humor makes truth do its bidding, but it affords a certain amount of plausible deniability, doesn't it? You'll need work on your throat chakra.

[luciole]

[Good thing she's chosen to communicate over text. It's easier not to be read through her voice or facial expressions.]

Thank you for your sound advice c:
I'm a medium, for what it's worth.
But I haven't been able to see or communicate with any ghosts that may be here if any at all.
Though the shadow remnants that were seen at the bowling alleys was a start but many people were able to perceive those.

[gurge]

Only a medium, and your power's locked entirely? [ his hand comes to his mouth contemplatively, head tilting up as he considers it and its implications. ]

The spirits here don't abide by the same rules or energy with which I'm familiar, either. Though my abilities work with my personal arsenal, I'm unable to fully affect or exorcise the spirits that are "natural" to this world.

[ if natural is indeed the word for it. nothing about this place seems "natural". the "arsenal" he's mentioned has also been severely diminished through works beyond his own failings, but he has no interest in divulging that information. ]

Which begs the question: have your abilities worked with your fellow tenants? For example, if someone had a spirit attached to them, would you sense it?

[luciole]

[Interesting; initially it sounded like he had similar abilities on the surface but it's veered off in a different direction. Of course, the nature of spirits would vary from place to place; she's bemused at the fact that it's only just occurred to her.

As for Suguru's question, Lucy immediately thinks of Peter but wisely decides to be vague.]

I think I would be vaguely aware but I wouldn't want to make assumptions unless there were more obvious tells.
Having been possessed myself, there are certain signs.

[gurge]

Naturally. Signs even those around them would witness, with or without spiritual awareness.

[ so Lucy's powers are little more than that of a Window, where he comes from — someone best left in popular society as a witness and an alarm. at least, as she stands now. ]

[ with the city's suppression, it means her true abilities are along some factor graph of a multiple he hasn't worn down yet... but might be closest, aside from the one (or maybe two now) sorcerers here who are stronger than him. that would require being interested in others' lives, of course — which might be easy for one of them. ]

Thank you for your assessment; it was quite helpful. [ ^_^ ]