Oct 11, 2010 21:03
[Not too long ago, Ichirin succeeded in bringing Murasa back from her self-imposed isolation. The first thing that the ghost did? Attempt sleep; even though her dreams are nightmares more often than not, at the time she gladly preferred dealing with them over the reality of her own fear and weakness and the danger it posed to her crew. The resolution to try and temper, if not conquer, her fear of these watery surroundings couldn't change the guilt still perching on her shoulders like a hungry vulture.
But even that weight and the abyss of sleep couldn't stop her from becoming distantly, instinctively aware that something had somehow gone wrong. Murasa's slumber is cut short; she awakes disheveled and irritable and...
...and it's not the small ghost captain who is shuffling into view of the SFC right now, unaware that it's on.]
Damn do I feel weird....but I didn't even drink anything last night, so what-
[she looks down and catches sight of her hands....her chest...]
-what? I thought I woke up! What the hell is this?
[PINCH]
Ow!
look guys it's a webcam- no,
damn curses,
whaaaaaaat