fourth shipwreck :: VIDEO

[miserabledepths]

[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

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[unzans_hitbox]

[The door to Murasa's bedroom is slammed open, and Ichirin storms in, a panicked look upon her face.

Or, rather, a panicked look on Murasa's face.]

Captain, what is going on?!

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[Murasa whirls around.

Or rather, Ichirin does.]

Y-You tell me!

[unzans_hitbox]

I have no idea! I woke up...looking like this...

[miserabledepths]

I just woke up myself.... [she puts a hand to her head and finds the hood, touching it wonderingly]

[unzans_hitbox]

Ahhh, this is terrible...has someone transformed us?

[She pauses.]

...No. That is not what has happened. I cannot feel my heart beating.

[miserabledepths]

[.....]

And I can feel mine beating fast. Therefore, it's not my heart at all- it's yours.

[unzans_hitbox]

[Ichirin shakes her head, a displeased expression on her face.]

Why has this happened...?

[miserabledepths]

Vatheon, why else.

[Murasa manages to keep a rather ugly, petulant expression off her face: now you know what it's like. Instead, she shoves that childish thought from her mind and looks at her- at Ichirin's hands.]

[unzans_hitbox]

[Ichirin nods absently, too busy trying to figure out the mechanics of Murasa's body. She's cold - she doesn't feel chilly, but her skin is cold - her body doesn't automatically move to breathe. Trying to breathe manually, she chokes on air and sputters for a few moments.]

[miserabledepths]

...You don't need air now, you know. Just relax.

[Murasa pulls back Ichirin's sleeve to look at the veins of her wrist, and quietly presses two fingers to them to feel the pulse of the nun's body. Life is in this blood....and warmth.

Murasa can't help but smile.]

[unzans_hitbox]

Relax? That is the last thing I can do!

[miserabledepths]

Actually, it's the first thing you can do. Take it from someone who knows.

[And as she says that, Murasa feels a burning pain in her lungs- she takes in a gulp of air and it disappears.]

Huh....

[unzans_hitbox]

It is not only that I am - that I am dead, now; there is my own body to consider.

[miserabledepths]

I'm not going to defile it.

[unzans_hitbox]

That also means you cannot drink, Captain.

[miserabledepths]

Tell me something I don't know.