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melodiesoflife2015-10-11 07:36 am
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Cleaning Up the Town
WHO: Rukia Kuchiki, OPEN
WHAT: Rukia returns from Esdham, dons her Ghostbuster job, and starts pursuing ALL OF THE GHOSTS.
WHEN: October 11th - 30th (not the 15th, 19th, or the 27th, since those are event days)
WHERE: Aqures Ixen and the neighboring areas
NOTES: Rukia will be on the move nearly non-stop. The later you encounter her, the more tired she'll be. That said, you don't HAVE to tag in to fight a ghost; grabbing generic CR with her somewhere along the way is also perfectly acceptable.
Scenario A: Return From Esdham
The airship's propellers had scarcely begun to slow when Rukia, clinging anxiously to the ship's railing, spotted Chappopo making a beeline straight toward her. She'd received word that a new job had been shifted into their crystals that would actually allow them to fight ghosts, and the news had been electrifying. It had been called a 'Ghostbuster' job. The title may have been different, but Rukia was convinced that this would be the job that perfectly mirrored her shinigami abilities. It would be wonderful to have her spiritual senses restored. Perhaps she'd regain her flash step as well!
"Chappopo!" she shouted, taking the crystal out of her robe.
"Rukia!"
Not wasting any time, Rukia threw the crystal to her partner. While she'd very much wanted to keep pursuing the Ninja job a bit longer, she had a feeling Red Mage would give her more versatility just in case she ran into anything that wasn't ghost related. She'd promised to investigate those sewers, after all. Besides, if she turned back into a shinigami, that would be close enough to being a ninja. "Switch out the Ninja job! Now!"
"Got it!" Chappopo saluted, and concentrated her willpower on adjusting the jobs that Rukia had equipped. The shinigami didn't wait for the gangplank to be lowered. Planting her hand on the railing, Rukia vaulted over the edge. A soft glow of light enveloped her as the job switch took effect, illuminating her clothes into a shroud of pure white. She would land elegantly, she knew, holding Sode no Shirayuki in her grasp once more. Landing nimbly, the glow turned into a sharp burst of light...
...And she was in a baggy navy blue jumpsuit with red trim, wearing thick rubber boots, holding a particle beam thrower in her hands.
"...This isn't what I had in mind," she grumbled flatly.
"Me either," Chappopo confessed. As small as Rukia was, she looked like she was practically drowning in that jumpsuit.
She blew out a sigh. "No matter." It may not have been the most fashionable job, but it would allow her to do her work, and that was what was important. After taking a few moments to examine her equipment, the PKE meter she held in her hands suddenly lit up, displaying a small dot on the screen.
Smiling triumphantly, Rukia lifted her head. "Yosh... There's one nearby. Let's get it!" The meter wasn't all that dissimilar to the equipment she'd used to track Hollows when stuck in a gigai. Adapting to this job would surely take no time at all.
Scenario B: Early Ghost Hunting Days (First Week)
[In the hours and days that follow the job switch from Ninja to Ghostbuster, it's incredibly likely that anyone could find Rukia darting through the streets, following a flashing PKE meter, or catch sight of bright bursts of light through the windows of half-ruined buildings where she's tracked down a spook and gone for the capture.]
[Those who know her will see that she's actually...really happy. Determined, yes. Focused, very much so. But the look of pure, undisguised delight on her face can't be missed when she holds up another smoking ghost trap. It doesn't matter if she's smeared with slime or covered in dust. She's doing what she once did (mostly), and it makes her feel whole again.]
[Or, perhaps, you run into the ghost before you run into Rukia. Whether you were looking for it, or it came looking for you, she will find you to lend a hand in driving off any vengeful spirits threatening the peace.]
Scenario C: Later Ghost Hunting Days (Second and Third Weeks)
Rukia's dark eyes studied the PKE meter, and she frowned. There was definitely a spirit somewhere around here, but it was choosing to hide itself. She couldn't get a lock on it. The carpenter assigned to work on restoring the houses destroyed by the Imperial attack had nearly lost his life, assaulted by his own tools just because he'd been hoping to get a little overtime.
If she had to guess by the behavior of the spirit, it was likely to be a Hue. Someone who had died in the attack? Possibly.
With a quiet sound of frustration, she put the meter away and raised her dark light, slowly sweeping it through the gutted home. The halo of pale purple light trembled as it swept slowly over singed curtains and rubble-dusted furniture. Odd... Rukia's gaze shifted momentarily to her hand and realized it was shaking.
Maybe she was more tired than she realized. It had been at least 24 hours since she last rested, and that was only a brief nap she'd stolen during the short trip from Aqures Ixen to Balicea. She couldn't remember the last time she'd stopped to eat anything.
It was impossible to consider her physical needs now, though. She had a job to do. Once it was finished, she'd go pick up something from a restaurant and rest for a few hours...just like she'd said she would do with all of the previous jobs, just before another specter popped up on her PKE meter. There was always one more ghost.
A broken chair hurtled toward Rukia's head. Her breath caught in her throat as she ducked and rolled to the side, dropping the light in favor of her particle thrower. She blasted the chair as it clattered to the floor, but whatever had possessed it had retreated once more, patiently waiting.
"Tch..." Rukia grit her teeth. That had almost got her. She would have to be more vigilant.
WHAT: Rukia returns from Esdham, dons her Ghostbuster job, and starts pursuing ALL OF THE GHOSTS.
WHEN: October 11th - 30th (not the 15th, 19th, or the 27th, since those are event days)
WHERE: Aqures Ixen and the neighboring areas
NOTES: Rukia will be on the move nearly non-stop. The later you encounter her, the more tired she'll be. That said, you don't HAVE to tag in to fight a ghost; grabbing generic CR with her somewhere along the way is also perfectly acceptable.
Scenario A: Return From Esdham
The airship's propellers had scarcely begun to slow when Rukia, clinging anxiously to the ship's railing, spotted Chappopo making a beeline straight toward her. She'd received word that a new job had been shifted into their crystals that would actually allow them to fight ghosts, and the news had been electrifying. It had been called a 'Ghostbuster' job. The title may have been different, but Rukia was convinced that this would be the job that perfectly mirrored her shinigami abilities. It would be wonderful to have her spiritual senses restored. Perhaps she'd regain her flash step as well!
"Chappopo!" she shouted, taking the crystal out of her robe.
"Rukia!"
Not wasting any time, Rukia threw the crystal to her partner. While she'd very much wanted to keep pursuing the Ninja job a bit longer, she had a feeling Red Mage would give her more versatility just in case she ran into anything that wasn't ghost related. She'd promised to investigate those sewers, after all. Besides, if she turned back into a shinigami, that would be close enough to being a ninja. "Switch out the Ninja job! Now!"
"Got it!" Chappopo saluted, and concentrated her willpower on adjusting the jobs that Rukia had equipped. The shinigami didn't wait for the gangplank to be lowered. Planting her hand on the railing, Rukia vaulted over the edge. A soft glow of light enveloped her as the job switch took effect, illuminating her clothes into a shroud of pure white. She would land elegantly, she knew, holding Sode no Shirayuki in her grasp once more. Landing nimbly, the glow turned into a sharp burst of light...
...And she was in a baggy navy blue jumpsuit with red trim, wearing thick rubber boots, holding a particle beam thrower in her hands.
"...This isn't what I had in mind," she grumbled flatly.
"Me either," Chappopo confessed. As small as Rukia was, she looked like she was practically drowning in that jumpsuit.
She blew out a sigh. "No matter." It may not have been the most fashionable job, but it would allow her to do her work, and that was what was important. After taking a few moments to examine her equipment, the PKE meter she held in her hands suddenly lit up, displaying a small dot on the screen.
Smiling triumphantly, Rukia lifted her head. "Yosh... There's one nearby. Let's get it!" The meter wasn't all that dissimilar to the equipment she'd used to track Hollows when stuck in a gigai. Adapting to this job would surely take no time at all.
Scenario B: Early Ghost Hunting Days (First Week)
[In the hours and days that follow the job switch from Ninja to Ghostbuster, it's incredibly likely that anyone could find Rukia darting through the streets, following a flashing PKE meter, or catch sight of bright bursts of light through the windows of half-ruined buildings where she's tracked down a spook and gone for the capture.]
[Those who know her will see that she's actually...really happy. Determined, yes. Focused, very much so. But the look of pure, undisguised delight on her face can't be missed when she holds up another smoking ghost trap. It doesn't matter if she's smeared with slime or covered in dust. She's doing what she once did (mostly), and it makes her feel whole again.]
[Or, perhaps, you run into the ghost before you run into Rukia. Whether you were looking for it, or it came looking for you, she will find you to lend a hand in driving off any vengeful spirits threatening the peace.]
Scenario C: Later Ghost Hunting Days (Second and Third Weeks)
Rukia's dark eyes studied the PKE meter, and she frowned. There was definitely a spirit somewhere around here, but it was choosing to hide itself. She couldn't get a lock on it. The carpenter assigned to work on restoring the houses destroyed by the Imperial attack had nearly lost his life, assaulted by his own tools just because he'd been hoping to get a little overtime.
If she had to guess by the behavior of the spirit, it was likely to be a Hue. Someone who had died in the attack? Possibly.
With a quiet sound of frustration, she put the meter away and raised her dark light, slowly sweeping it through the gutted home. The halo of pale purple light trembled as it swept slowly over singed curtains and rubble-dusted furniture. Odd... Rukia's gaze shifted momentarily to her hand and realized it was shaking.
Maybe she was more tired than she realized. It had been at least 24 hours since she last rested, and that was only a brief nap she'd stolen during the short trip from Aqures Ixen to Balicea. She couldn't remember the last time she'd stopped to eat anything.
It was impossible to consider her physical needs now, though. She had a job to do. Once it was finished, she'd go pick up something from a restaurant and rest for a few hours...just like she'd said she would do with all of the previous jobs, just before another specter popped up on her PKE meter. There was always one more ghost.
A broken chair hurtled toward Rukia's head. Her breath caught in her throat as she ducked and rolled to the side, dropping the light in favor of her particle thrower. She blasted the chair as it clattered to the floor, but whatever had possessed it had retreated once more, patiently waiting.
"Tch..." Rukia grit her teeth. That had almost got her. She would have to be more vigilant.
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[Yuna shakes her head slowly, her eyes watching the trap curiously before strapping it to her side.]
He's locked up in a way. I haven't found a way to send the spirits here and with my powers taken they won't be able to rest.
[Which brings up another thought.]
You said that you did something similar? [Or at least that this was something that she was acquainted with.]
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[She folds her arms, furrowing her brow. It's clear the outcome makes her unhappy.]
I had hoped we might convince him to move on of his own volition.
[Keeping him locked up wasn't really what she had in mind. Rudeness wasn't a crime. Looking up at Yuna, Rukia nods.]
Yes. I'm a soul reaper. Coming here seems to have made me mortal, otherwise very few would have been able to see or hear me.
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[Yuna has practice talking to spirits even if others couldn't see them. Though in Spira it's a little easier for the dead to take on physical forms if they have a strong enough will too. Which leads Yuna to the conclusion that she isn't human, should she die, her body would completely vanish. Though she doesn't know how much this world is like her own. Some things are frightening similar.
With a slight tilt to her head Yuna continues.]
In my world the souls of the dead become monsters if they aren't sent. There are similar monsters here to the ones I'm used too...
I don't know what happens to those who die here but there has to be a cycle. They have to go somewhere. [Before now there hadn't been a clue.] The crystals... the Crystal of Fire, it has the ability to feed on the souls of the dead. To then gather power and summon us.
Maybe if we can figure out the cycle...[She pauses feeling a little awkward.] We can help them rest.
[It's her duty as a summoner even though she's left that far behind her.]
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That can happen in my world as well. This spirit didn't seem close to turning, though.
[She looks at the trap again, thinking.]
...We should release him and try to speak with him again. Leaving him locked up in this contraption does not sit well with me. Others have had some success in allowing souls to move to the other side, by fulfilling their last requests. I believe we should at least make an attempt to do the same.
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She looks down at the trap, little wisps of smoke rising from it and then nods at Rukia.]
Alright but I want to be ready, just in case.
[His request might be something that they just can’t do though she’s certainly willing to give it a try, even if he’s a jerk.]
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[Rukia sets the trap down, takes a breath, and nudges it with her foot.]
[Nothing happens.]
...
[Another nudge. She stomps on the pedal, but there's nothing.]
...How do we get it out?
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Maybe I press the button here?
[She flicks the button curiously though she doesn't know if it's only a one way trip into the trap and not out.]
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I acted too hastily.
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[Yuna hasn't tried to get a ghost out once it's been in the trap and she doesn't know the best way to handle that. She picks up the trap and then affixes it to her hip opposite her packs weapon.]
There are other monsters as well. Not just ghosts... I'm used to these sorts of souls. [Or at least Wraiths.]
But you said it only happens sometimes where you are from? I don't mean to pry but can you explain how that works?
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Yes. If a soul is devoured by a Hollow, or if it remains unguided for too long in the world of the living, that soul will lose its heart and become a Hollow. Most of them are large, far bigger than humans, and have certain abilities that allow it to hunt more easily for prey.
[She's just...giving up on her hair. She'll need to pin it up later.]
A Hollow's soul may be exorcised and cleansed if it is slain by a Zanpakutou, the sword of a soul reaper. So it is imperative that we defeat them.
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[It doesn't sound as bad as the situation in her own world which makes her wonder if everyone knows about these hallows and those who fight them. The summoners, the monsters; they are all very well known in Spira and people know that they fight their loved ones when then venture outside the cities.
It's merely a fact of living in Spira.]
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[She shakes her head.]
The living should not be able to see them, unless they possess some degree of spirit energy. Such things were almost unheard of, until recently. It's very rare.
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[Yuna pauses for a minute looking over the city. At least while the sun was up the activity was less.]
In my world all could see the dead and they could all feel their pain. [She pauses for a moment.]
They turned into monsters and it was just the way of life there. I always thought it might be the same here.
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[That's a little concerning. Rukia frowns. She'd fold her arms if she wasn't dripping and sticky.]
That's twisted. What caused such a transformation?
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[Yuna speaks softly when talking about her home. There is a lot about Spira that is twisted or unkind. She had been a summoner who used those spirits of the dead in a fight that would never end. The Cycle of Death. With a heavy sigh she continues.]
Here it’s different but at home… [Her head falls to the side slightly.] Those from my world don’t have physical bodies. We are a soul with the will to form ourselves. It’s part of the worlds magic. When we die our bodies will vanish and only the pireflies, or souls, will remain. If they aren’t sent then they turn into monsters. This happens often.
[Though less often now.]
If someone dies with a very strong attachment to the world, they can reform their bodies. This can cause damage too, even though their minds and wants are intact. Being dead skews your view of the world around you or at least from what I’ve seen.
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Then you are born fully grown?
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No. We grow like anyone else and as we grow our magic and connection to Spira grows with us.
[Saying that everyone can learn magic is true though it’s harder for some.]
When I am home… I can feel the world around me. It lives with us and isn’t something we just live on.