First blood. [finished]

[ms_ema_skye]

Who: Ema Skye and the Reaper, then Ippongi Ryuuta
What: Body Count = 1.  Then Ryuuta swoops in to try and make things better. :)
Where: In the neighborhood, not far from Ema's house.
When: A few hours after Sermon Six.
Rating: R
Open: To whomever wants to find her body. to watch Ryuuta talking to the air over the body of a dead girl. Unless your

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[kakanniouen]

One moment, Ryuuta was sitting at the park, enjoying the calm after patrolling, allowing his mind to wander and his aura. He had just finished inspiring someone with his cheers, and he was feeling rather exhausted, but the day was too bright and too beautiful to head back to the dorm yet. For what? For class? Pfft. No rush for that, not at all.

Admist the calm, he felt it: it was subtle at first, starting off as a tug to his mind and then gradually building. He tensed up, glancing around, but he couldn't pinpoint where the noise was coming from. The crescendo heightened to a dull roar and then finally intensified until he was gripping at the sides of his head.

Somewhere, there were people in distress, but he couldn't feel where, and the noises that kept pounding in his head made the empathy pains he felt unbearable. He curled up, head feeling like it was being tightened

[ms_ema_skye]

The entire out-of-body experience was strange, Ema decided. The whole affair was depressing, she had to admit that much, but from a scientist's perspective it was fascinating. So this was what it felt like to die. Even though she lacked the corporeal form to physically take down notes, Ema managed to mentally document every little thing she was (and was not) feeling and experiencing.

The novelty wore off in about five minutes, when Ema realized that she was dead, and that death was generally a permanent status. There was so much still left to do... so much change left to be wrought... and she had a sister to try and grow closer to... and instead of all those more-important things, her out-of-body self was staring at her dead-and-bloodied lifeless self. It didn't take long before the funk took hold, and Ema found herself just hovering there, unable to tear herself away for fear of being sucked into some heaven or hell and being lost completely

[kakanniouen]

Her words would have passed to deaf ears, to any normal person, anyway.

Ouendan powers were tricky, linking together with spirits and auras that burned within differing persons. It was how those called upon were able to tell who was good, who was bad, and who really needed the help. They also dealt with the spirits themselves.

While Ema didn't call for his help, Ryuuta heard her voice, and after looking down at the lifeless body he realized it wasn't from her. The spikey haired red head gently set the girl down and turned to look, finding the flicker of energy that should have rested in the lifeless body by his feet. He stared at her, pale through confusion and the neverending fear from being by a body and in such a strange place and now... talking to a ghost.

"You... you're not dead. Somebody killed you." Somehow, this made a difference, but the last time he encountered a spirit there was no dead body around. Seeing one was.. making him feel ill. "What..." He couldn't finish what he wanted to say, and swallowed sharply, trying to

[ms_ema_skye]

He could hear her? That was unexpected. It was also oddly comforting; even though she was dead, she wasn't lost. Not yet.

She looked past the stranger at herself. "Yeah, someone did..." That fact was more depressing than being dead in the first place. Whoever it was took the form of Matt Engarde, but now that Ema was thinking rationally again, she realized that it couldn't have actually been him. Matt was long gone from the city, and Yuuko's spell should have triggered regardless. There was something horribly unnatural about the whole affair.

Not that it made much of a difference now.

Thankfully, the man didn't broach the topics of who and why, choosing instead to focus on where. "For all my time here, I never quite figured it out. It's the city at the bottom of the staircase, the city where the Church of Sin holds the power." She shifted uncomfortably. "It's a place of pain."