( unperceived in her non-manifested state, rika lurks in the room with the cell.
the cursed spirit, once given shape by yuuta's cursed technique and life by orimoto rika's soul, is now little more than an automaton animated by a fragment of left-behind will. like a body missing a phantom limb, it can remember impressions of the emotions that once filled it. at its core is one thing: love — both fervently protective and destructively possessive. the current "rika" does not want to be here. she wants to be by yuuta's side, protecting him. even now, she can sense that he's fighting someone else, but he's also continuously feeding her the same commands he'd given outside this building.
as a factor within those calculations, rika is aware that any action she makes could have a negative impact on yuuta. in order to manifest, she must use his energy; in order to absorb damage, she must use his energy. if he runs out, he will be defenseless — she won't even exist to save him.
on certain levels the mechanics of this fight are beyond her. she doesn't have the ability to comprehend the rules and limitations of johnny's or ciel's abilities, not without yuuta there to feed her that information. but she does become aware of johnny bursting through the lock on the cell door across the room; she reorients near him, attention fixated on his blue-haired attacker. they are both injured. there is nothing she can do about that. she sees more of the woman's weapons appear in her hand, watches them wind up and then fly at johnny's prone form.
there is somethings he can do about this. )
RrrrRRAAAAH!
( the furious voice, a young girl's screech beneath multiple layers of heavy distortion, is an echo of orimoto rika's, desperate and furious in the coils of her curse. between ciel and johnny, a dark tear opens up in the air, and a hand nearly huge enough to wrap around a small person's torso reaches through. heedless of the damage, it intercepts the Keys simply by taking them to an open palm and closing around them, and it's obvious enough that the manifestation is physical enough to take damage; the pale skin rends like torn paper, and the wounds seethe with a sort of spiritual miasma. taking this hit isn't without consequence; elsewhere in the jail, yuuta will sense the drain from his cursed energy, and rika can only take so much damage before she dissipates entirely for a few days.
the spirit's hand disappears as suddenly as it had appeared in the first place, and it leaves behind it the sense of disturbed water; that whatever it had come from was still lingering in the room, ready to strike. )
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the cursed spirit, once given shape by yuuta's cursed technique and life by orimoto rika's soul, is now little more than an automaton animated by a fragment of left-behind will. like a body missing a phantom limb, it can remember impressions of the emotions that once filled it. at its core is one thing: love — both fervently protective and destructively possessive. the current "rika" does not want to be here. she wants to be by yuuta's side, protecting him. even now, she can sense that he's fighting someone else, but he's also continuously feeding her the same commands he'd given outside this building.
as a factor within those calculations, rika is aware that any action she makes could have a negative impact on yuuta. in order to manifest, she must use his energy; in order to absorb damage, she must use his energy. if he runs out, he will be defenseless — she won't even exist to save him.
on certain levels the mechanics of this fight are beyond her. she doesn't have the ability to comprehend the rules and limitations of johnny's or ciel's abilities, not without yuuta there to feed her that information. but she does become aware of johnny bursting through the lock on the cell door across the room; she reorients near him, attention fixated on his blue-haired attacker. they are both injured. there is nothing she can do about that. she sees more of the woman's weapons appear in her hand, watches them wind up and then fly at johnny's prone form.
there is somethings he can do about this. )
RrrrRRAAAAH!
( the furious voice, a young girl's screech beneath multiple layers of heavy distortion, is an echo of orimoto rika's, desperate and furious in the coils of her curse. between ciel and johnny, a dark tear opens up in the air, and a hand nearly huge enough to wrap around a small person's torso reaches through. heedless of the damage, it intercepts the Keys simply by taking them to an open palm and closing around them, and it's obvious enough that the manifestation is physical enough to take damage; the pale skin rends like torn paper, and the wounds seethe with a sort of spiritual miasma. taking this hit isn't without consequence; elsewhere in the jail, yuuta will sense the drain from his cursed energy, and rika can only take so much damage before she dissipates entirely for a few days.
the spirit's hand disappears as suddenly as it had appeared in the first place, and it leaves behind it the sense of disturbed water; that whatever it had come from was still lingering in the room, ready to strike. )