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[technicore]

*There's Komui sitting dejectedly on a windowsill, looking pale and unfocused. His Exorcist coat is splattered with blood, but it's a little hard to tell exactly where it's come from. His glasses are nowhere to be seen.*

I guess this is how the ghosts feel...

((ooc: Thread's not exactly finished yet, buuut he got killed back in the kidnapping

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[cardio_swindle]

[You know what's probably not comforting? A Noah flopping down on the windowseat close by.]

My my, a ghost? I should think they don't feel much of anything.

[technicore]

*Erk. Leaning away a little bit, but as long as he's not being hostile...*

That's exactly my point.

[cardio_swindle]

[Not at the moment. He's just sitting there.]

Oh? You don't feel anything?

[technicore]

*Then he doesn't mind, although you'll have to excuse him if he's jumpy.*

Not a thing. It's... really strange.

[cardio_swindle]

[Tyki not so secretly enjoys making people jumpy so he doesn't mind. Also he's alas a bit literal minded. So he flicks convenient pencil at Komui.]

Nothing?

[technicore]

*Flinches when it hits him, being a little too out of it to catch it.*

... Okay, I felt that, it's just... everything's telling me I should be screaming in pain, but there's nothing...

[cardio_swindle]

[yki almost feels disappointed. Someone who feels nothing would be interesting. But what Komui says is also interesting.]

Screaming in pain? Why? [Wait he's beginning to vaguely recognize the man he saw in Devit's memory.]

[technicore]

... Well I died a pretty bloody death-- and then suddenly I wake up and there's nothing.

*He shrugs.* It makes me feel like I've been numbed or something.

[cardio_swindle]

[He lifts a boots and pokes Komui's leg experimentally. Thing is he can sympathize, but he won't say it.]

My suggestion is a stiff drink. Or twelve. Clear your thoughts right up.

[technicore]

*He doesn't really react, that time. Less sudden.*

... I think I'd rather just take a nap or something.

[cardio_swindle]

Not a bad plan either.

[technicore]

... Don't really want to drink again, the last time was just too weird.

[cardio_swindle]

What happened last time?

[technicore]

Hard to say exactly, but... I think I made plans with a friend to build a room entirely out of wooden hammers.