[ The first thing Yomiel realized was that he was laying on his back. He didn't remember how he got on that position. The last thing he remembered was possessing Kamilla, pointing the gun at Lynne. He was so close to being able to fulfill what he wanted most, and yet...
He was on the beach. There was no way the submarine was anywhere near a beach, nor could he have possessed his own body without him realizing. So, what...?
He sat up slowly, sand and water dripping from his ruined hair do. He grumbled, pushing it out of his eyes as he looked around, searching for any cores that he could --
Wait a second. There was nothing. He stood up with a start, looking around. There was nothing nearby he could sense; not even his own body, nor the meteorite that was lodged in his body that gave him the source of his powers. ]
What...?
[ He looks down at his hands, flexing them. Was he... alive again? ]
b. | pamphlets
[ This was some of the weirdest stuff Yomiel had ever experienced or read. And he's not necessarily had an ordinary life. Or death. He's thumbing through some of these meaty pamphlets, scratching his cheek as he skims the content. Furry fish? Dogs with axes? Was this for real? He's seen a lot of strange monsters just in the short time that he's been here, but... he's not turning into that, is he? ]
I can't make heads or tails of this. You don't think this stuff is for real, do you?
[ He's turned to ask you, holding up these pamphlets. Seems like something you'd see in an outlandish tabloid, really. ]
yomiel | ghost trick: phantom detective
[ The first thing Yomiel realized was that he was laying on his back. He didn't remember how he got on that position. The last thing he remembered was possessing Kamilla, pointing the gun at Lynne. He was so close to being able to fulfill what he wanted most, and yet...
He was on the beach. There was no way the submarine was anywhere near a beach, nor could he have possessed his own body without him realizing. So, what...?
He sat up slowly, sand and water dripping from his ruined hair do. He grumbled, pushing it out of his eyes as he looked around, searching for any cores that he could --
Wait a second. There was nothing. He stood up with a start, looking around. There was nothing nearby he could sense; not even his own body, nor the meteorite that was lodged in his body that gave him the source of his powers. ]
What...?
[ He looks down at his hands, flexing them. Was he... alive again? ]
b. | pamphlets
[ This was some of the weirdest stuff Yomiel had ever experienced or read. And he's not necessarily had an ordinary life. Or death. He's thumbing through some of these meaty pamphlets, scratching his cheek as he skims the content. Furry fish? Dogs with axes? Was this for real? He's seen a lot of strange monsters just in the short time that he's been here, but... he's not turning into that, is he? ]
I can't make heads or tails of this. You don't think this stuff is for real, do you?
[ He's turned to ask you, holding up these pamphlets. Seems like something you'd see in an outlandish tabloid, really. ]
c. | wildcard