video/open rl ; i regret nothing.

[darkdevouring]

[So the sun's setting, and Ragna's leaning against a rail, the Blood-Scythe at his back. He actually looks pretty chillaxed, despite the dark circles under his eyes from the previous night's nightmare that he had. He's currently munching on some sort of meat dish, and snorts before tossing a bone into the water]

Not exactly what I was asking for, but I guess beggars can't be choosers.

[He sighs, turning to head out and... find something to do, only when he ends up face-to-face with a ghost.]

.....

[He doesn't say anything, but he's definitely visibly paled. He sloooowly backs away, turning to sprint in the opposite direction, only to be confronted by another ghost.]

Son of a -

[The video flickers, static overtaking the screen for a moment, but Ragna tries attacking one of them via a burst of darkness from his fist - Hell's Fang. The attack does nothing but pass right through, and he stops mid-attack, pulling back, his arm shaking -

Last thing the screen shows is Ragna being surrounded by ghosts, the screen blacks out, and a scream is heard.

A very... girly scream.]