Completed [Bronze Woods/Kabrin Road] Ghostbuster (Castor)

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri "Grrrrrrrr...." Kouri let out a rather low-pitched growl, pointing the dagger to the man's face. Please... please leave... She didn't want to resort to actual physical violence, but if that what it takes to make the man leave; she would poke his legs a bit and let it trickle a drop of blood or two. Then the man did something strange again, he was... rubbing his body? Huh? Kouri made a very confused expression mixed with fear and covered with anger. "H-hey! What are you doing?! Don't toy with me!!!" Kouri was ready to launch the steel dagger to the man's right leg, aiming to just brush him and cause a very minor wound... that's when something happened. The man... H-haaaaa???? Kouri's dagger dropped to the ground as she stared in incredulity. The man was... changing, everything about him changed... His clothes, his face, his hair, and all of him. "Wha... wha... w-w-what?" Kouri blinked numerous times in rapid succession. She couldn't believe her ethereal eyes and before she knew it, she was facing with... herself?! Or at least a reflection of herself... "Ah..." Kouri's mouth went agape as her eyes widen as wide as it could normally be and her pupils shrank in utter disbelief. Then... It spoke... herself spoke... 'Kouri' asked Kouri about what's wrong and would Kouri hurt her... Even her voice sounded exactly the same as herself. "I... I... I..." Kouri managed to stutter a few words, she was still frozen in place. Her eyes returned to normal, her hair dropped down, and her Soulmist relaxed itself as Kouri futilely tried to understand what in Morwen's name is going on. “I’m a good girl. I’m not a thief… am I…?” "A-ah... y-you are m-me? T-then... w-who am I? I... don't know... I don't... know... I... O-of course... I... I'm not... I... I just... I just took one stuff... they have a lot of them, they wouldn't mind right? And that hooded man is scary... h-he... he's dangerous... r-right? Oh... hey, Kouri... w-which one of us is real? Did I gain a new ability like splitting myself or something? I-if yes... t-then which one of us is the original... I can't... remember..."

[Castor]

Accalia The ghost’s dagger dropped. The glowing soulmist that made her hair dance slowly faded, as well as her reptilian eyes. Her eye’s widened and her mouth gaped open as Accalia made her advance. The ghost began to stutter and lose her words. To Accalia, this was a sigh that her ‘lie’ was working, as well as her plan. The closer Accalia went, the more the ghost froze up. Accalia listened to the ghost’s confused stutters, and responded with a few giggles. Accalia was relieved that the ghost wasn’t trying to intimidate her anymore. However, she was faced with another problem, calming the ghost down. Accalia often planned for the present and not for the future, and would she often find herself working harder to accomplish the next task. For now however, she had to play along with the ‘lie’. “I took that dagger, didn’t I…? I was shiny and looked beautiful.” Accalia said, continuing of the ghost’s actions. Although her motive was to calm the ghost down, she ceased this opportunity to gather information about the ghost and get to know her, and also find out what caused her such a fright. Accalia grew up with Spiritism being her soul existence, and she thought that it was well known to the whole of Mizahar. She didn’t know that this ghost had never heard of a Spiritist, she assumed that she might have heard it somewhere during her life, or unlife. “… and that woman… why did I try to harm her… She was only trying to be nice…” Accalia added with a depressed tone. Walked over to a nearby tree and placed her hand on it, bushing its course bark. With the ghost’s name in mind, Accalia was curious to know what it is, as well as other information. She turned her head and stared into the ghost’s eyes. She had an idea, but wasn’t sure if it would work. However, it was worth a shot. Accalia focused on the image of her ‘lie’, trying to change the pupils go narrow like a reptile – just like the ghost’s pupils when she was trying to threaten her. When she thought she had succeeded, she began to speak to the ghost in a cynical tone. “You know, I bet you’re an imposter. How do I know if you’re just another ghost copying my image? I bet you don’t even know what my name is, Imposter. Hmph… I bet you don’t even know what age I was when I became this delightful form.” Accalia didn’t like speaking like this, but her Sire taught her that sometimes if you need information, you had to give the carrier a jab to get it out of them.

[Fubuki Kouri]

Kouri's state of mind was akin to a warzone, that means a complete mess. Her common sense had left her ethereal head since... herself appeared before her. "......." Kouri fidgeted with her hair ribbons, showing that she was nervous. "Y-yes... I took it, it was very beautiful isn't it? Ehehe... Uhm... what am I talking about... of course you will agree, I am you... or is it you are me? Ah... It doesn't matter..." Kouri answered in a hypnotized tone, her mind didn't even try to register that the situation was completely wrong here. "I... w-well! Don't you see?! S-she... huuuuuh? It's a man... why would you call him a she? W-well, his tone was kinda feminine so... hehe, somewhere in my mind; I thought he could be a female, ehehe..." The Spiritist's contradiction to Kouri's thoughts brought a tinge of suspicion, but it wasn't enough for Kouri to break out of the 'lie''s grasp. "W-well... that hooded man might be a squire or a knight, you know? He could caught us... I mean, I am you, right? It would be bad if... we got punished or something... we were stealing after all... w-well, I would only take one piece or two, it would not affect those rich merchants' wealth... b-but, you know that knights are ridiculously strict, right? Meeeeh..." Kouri was starting to feel comfortable talking to her 'reflection'. She began to address both of them as 'we'. The spiritist then proceeded to put up Kouri's usual threatening face, reptilian pupils. The hostile-toned questions took Kouri aback as she jumped back in fear and shudder. "W-what?! N-no! I-it can't be! I-I'm the real... I'm the real one... I'm the real one!!! GRRR!" Kouri shot up in anger as she felt her very identity was being attacked. "My name is Fu-... w-w-what did you say?! Delightful?! How could you say that..." Kouri's own pupils narrowed in anger, crimson red facing with another crimson red. "How could you... t-this state... this happened to me because of that tiger, that monster... that monster killed Mama and Papa... and you could say that it's delightful?!! No... no no no... You are not me.. you're not me... YOU ARE NOT ME!!! YOU'RE THE IMPOSTER!! AND YOU. MUST. DIE!!! DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The spiritist made a very grave mistake by saying that Kouri's ghostly state to be delightful, Kouri let out a high-pitched roar as she picked up her dagger with her tendrils and threw it to her other self. But it didn't stop there, Kouri's roaring rampage of hatred continued as she quickly blinked to her favorite tree hole and picked up... not one, but three more daggers bundled in one grab, the one she commissioned from the Sultros Blades. Two daggers are identical to her steel one while one was a bit different, it was slightly tinted in blue and had a different shape; it was a cold iron dagger. "AAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Kouri flashed a very insane and malicious grin as she threw the second steel dagger to the Spiritist, then she quickly threw another one, not stopping at that; Kouri quickly wield her cold iron dagger and charged to her other self, screaming "I'LL KILL YOU!" along the way.

[Castor]

Castor The ghost was timid at first, she responded to Accalia’s façade pretty well. She told her that she was afraid of her because she thought that she was a squire or a knight, and that she thought the dagger would be insignificant to the rich merchants. Accalia was enjoying this like a guilty pleasure, not liking the method, but loved the results. The ‘lie’ was working perfectly. The ghost even addressed the situation as ‘we’. However, things didn’t last like this for very long… Accalia’s supposed plan was once again, the wrong approach. At first, things were going according to her plan, questioning who the real one is. However, Accalia’s slip of the tongue shattered the situation. Accalia’s sire told her once that most ghost aren’t ghost by choice, most are here for a purpose, and to them this state was a curse – it seems she had forgot. Accalia’s eyes widen as the ghost slowly became enraged. Accalia then remembered a statement that her sire said, it was: “A ghost’s past was like a trigger. If activated, most ghosts will strongly act out of character. This could make them extremely violent, or emotional.” Accalia looked into the enraged ghost as she screamed at her. Accalia knew what was going to happen, the ghost is going to try and kill her. Accalia’s focus broke, along with her ‘lie’. The ghost blinked out of the area. Accalia once again ceased this opportunity to escape. However, it was short lived, as the ghost blinked back, holding three daggers, while screaming Accalia’s demise. The ghost began to throw them one after another towards Accalia. Accalia just manage to hide behind a tree, stopping all but one dagger. Accalia got nicked on the shoulder and the wound slowly bled. Accalia wasn’t the best ghost hunter in the sense of fieldwork, so all she could do was run. As her heart pounded, she could hear screaming, a familiar sounding scream. It was Castor. She couldn’t quite make out what he is saying, but she knows that he wanted to switch. Accalia knew that she couldn’t do anymore talking to the ghost, so she gave in to Castor’s request. Accalia began running away from the ghost, making sure she ran between trees to stop knives from hitting her. As she ran for dear, she tried focusing on Castor’s mind. She continued running until she found a tree with a large trunk. She rushed to the tree, attempting to hide long enough so Castor could enter the body, as she exits. When Accalia reached her cover, she assumed she had briefly lost the ghost. However, she could still sense her nearby. Accalia looked up into the sky, allowing her mind to go blank. Slowly her vision whited out and she found herself in darkness. Castor was screaming for Accalia to switch, all he could do was watch as she ran thought the forest, avoiding the daggers. When that one dagger nicked his shoulder, he could feel the pain. However, the wound was the same depth as the wounds he inflicts on himself for blood. Castor’s world of darkness soon faded into black and felt his mind filling with feels and existence. “Ahh!” Castor gasped for air. His mind flooded his body and gave him a headache that would go way over time. The first thing castor did when she came into his body was reach for a rope. “Shyke!” Castor said, patting himself down for that special rope. “I guess I won’t be using zones today…” He said as he un-wrapped the Spiritus, a spiked chain, around his body. Before the ghost could find him, Castor smeared soulmist upon his chain, she watched as it absorbed into the weapon almost instantaneously. Castor took a deep breath in a got his ‘war-face’ on. Castor walked away from his cover to face the ghost, as he held the Spiritus with two arms, swing one side in a circle. This was his way for warning a ghost he means harm. “Be prepared…” she said with hell-bent look upon his face

[Fubuki Kouri]

"Huhuhu... hehehe... HYAAAHAHAHAHA!!" The high-pitched laughter of an insane little girl echoed through the woods, startling birds from their resting place as they took off in fright. Kouri shouted her words in Vani, her fluent language as her state of mind now rendered itself unable to process her words in any other language. "COME BACK HERE, IMPOSTER!! I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE!!" Kouri screamed as the imposter ran away from her, she didn't recognize that the spiritist had changed form back to the hooded man, all she knew that this... imposter must die! Quickly picking back up her daggers and bundle it up in one tendril grab as she didn't have the ability to manipulate multiple objects at once, Kouri quickly dashed through the woods following her target. "Uhehehehe~ Where are you, little fake me? Where... are... you~? Kouri said in a sing-song voice dripped with ethereal venom. "Ahaha... ahaha.. AHAHAHAHA!" She giggled like an insane little girl as she prowled through the woods. After a few chimes, "There... you... are..."Kouri growled as she faced her enemy, a hooded man wielding a weapon. By now, Kouri couldn't feel fear anymore; if the man wanted to fight, she will gladly give him one. "COME AT ME!!! LET ME TASTE YOUR BLOOD!!" Kouri said as she stabbed all four of her daggers to a tree, storing them. Then she picked up a steel dagger and threw them to the man, and she picked up another one to threw it again, and an another. 3 steel daggers in total whizzing through the air to stab her enemy. "............" Then Kouri picked up her cold iron dagger to wield it as a weapon. "GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!" She roared at the human before her.

[Castor]

Castor Castor faced the ghost, he could tell that she was in a frenzy state, not showing any fear and wanted him dead. The ghost stabbed four daggers into a tree, and began throwing them. The ghost threw three daggers that sang in the air. The daggers were rushing towards this ghost hunter and he responded by preforming combat-rolls for each dagger that came his way. He rolled towards the ghost, each time he rolled to avoid a dagger he’d roll diagonally to the left, then the right for the next one. Each evasion castor did, the dagger got closer and closer. At first, the dagger he evaded with ease, but the next one was a near miss, but the last one slashed his outer thigh – just like his shoulder previously. Castor’s wounds stung as they were exposed to the air. Castor found himself a considerable distance from the ghost; it was short enough for Spiritus to hit, but far enough to evade a projectile. The ghost was now wielding a dagger, and looked ready to strike the ghost hunter. “The prey is no match for the hunter!” He yelled at the ghost, as he began to strategize the situation. Castor needed to fight the ghost on his turf if he is going to get any combat advantages, from where the ghost it. He needed the ghost on the ground to allow him to effectively shed the ghost’s soulmist. All castor could attack with is a long ranged whip of his chain – which was a very extremely ineffective attack, and is mainly used as a utility. Castor had an idea and proceeded with it. Castor swung Spiritus above his head, the chain rattled and sung as it build up speed. Castor then advance towards the ghost to close a bit of distance in hope his attack would be more accurate. The ghost hunter threw one end of Spiritus and it lashed out towards the ghost floating in the sky. Castor threw the chain, giving it a wavy motion. Castor threw the chain with the intention to grapple the ghost and pull it down, either by the weight of the chain, or if the ghost resisted, by force. Castor formed a plan in his head. If the chain grappled the ghost to the ground, he’d pull Spiritus off her shredding her soulmist – cause the chain had spikes on it links. After he did that he’d grapple her a second time with one ends of the chain and whip her with the other. However, if the ghost either dodges the whip or blinked away during his assault, he’d rush towards the thick part of the forest, where he’ll hide to form a second plan.

[Fubuki Kouri]

"Hehehehe.... Hahahaha... uwahahahaha..." Kouri cackled in satisfaction as he heard the gory sound of cold hard steel scraping against flesh. "Kill you... kill..." Kouri's eyes, though fierce, was glazed it's if she was hypnotized. In truth, Kouri wouldn't dream of physically hurting, let alone killing, a man who was only trying to talk to her. Her fear combined with the 'lie''s effect made her completely go berserk. Kouri raised the cold steel dagger high into the air for a slashing motion when... !? Something wrapped around her neck, something hard, cold, and strong. "Ki... Kaaaa... AAAAAARRRRRRRGH!!!" If she was not in a berserk state, Kouri would widen in shock and awe at the fact a seemingly normal weapon could touch her; but her mind couldn't even register any other emotions other than rage right now. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" Kouri let out a banshee-like shrill scream of pain one after another as the spiritist pulled her down with his chain weapon, sounds of forest animals and birds fleeing the area in shock and fear could be heard in the area. She managed to throw her dagger in the direction of the man's torso before she was pulled down. "GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!" She kept growling when suddenly... *SPLASH!* The sound of her Soulmist shredding could be heard, akin to a body of gel being violently punctured. The spiritist yanked the chain hard, releasing her in a violent manner. Kouri's 'human' body was terrible to behold, with her neck being no longer visible and it's if her head was floating just above her torso. "it hurts... it... iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUrTs! It HuRtS! iT hUUUuuuUUUUuuuUUUrTsssss!" Kouri let out numerous screams of pain and curses in Vani as she spotted 3 metallic glints in the area, it was her steel daggers. "GYAAAAAAAAH!!! DIEEEEEE!!" Kouri quickly blinked to her first dagger, nearly dodging the man's second whip attack. She quickly picked it up and threw it, the first dagger was coming from the man's right side. All in all, 2 daggers were launching to the man, with the cold iron dagger being awfully close now if it wasn't deflected or dodged. Then Kouri attempted to blink to her 2nd steel dagger and 3rd succession. If she succeeded, she would throw them all to the man's body. Kouri didn't realize her Soulmist weakening, another two or three direct hit assaults will defeat her and hopefully break her out of her berserker state.

[Castor]

Castor Spiritus wrapped around the Ghost’s neck, sinking its sharp spikes into her ghostly body like a hot knife through butter. The weight of the chain didn’t make the banshee drop; it was mostly likely because the ghost was fighting to stay a flight. However, Castor changed this matter fairly quickly. He gave Spiritus a hefty pull, using his whole body and the ghost plummeted down to the ground. The ghost began to screech like a banshee as he descended, throwing a dagger towards him. The dagger slashed castor, this time on the hip. If castor didn’t pull on the chain with his whole body, the knife would have hit him in the stomach. The wound he received was more severe than the ones he received earlier, it would have been worse if he didn’t have any armour. The ghost continued wailing as castor tried to ignore the feeling of pain. With the feeling of pain in his mind, he brutally pulls the chain, rippling the ghost’s neck off. A moment like this would make a lesser person faint or collapse, but Castor saw it as normal and it flew past his head. The ghost began to scream again, this time is was louder and filled with pain, and screaming out a language that he’s never heard before – but it sounded offensive. The ghost neck was missing and was reduced to a floating head on a torso. “Okay, I got her down. Time to strike” Castor thought to himself as he began the assault. Castor began to sprint closer to the ghost, lashing out Spiritus to grapple the ghost once again as she recuperated. However, when Spiritus was about to grapple onto her, she blinked away. She screams made him turn his to the right head to see the ghost. Suddenly a dagger whizzed past him and the ghost blink to another dagger and threw it, this time the dagger went through the gap in his legs. By now Castor understood that the ghost was going to reach for the third dagger, and prepared to evade. For some reason the ghost was missing. “That’s odd, the ghost was extremely accurate before... but now her aim is of a drunkard…” castor thought to himself. Suddenly it hit him “her soulmist has been weaken, causing her attacks to weaken as well!” The third knife rushed towards him and castor rolled out of the way with ease. A fiendish grin fell upon his face, as he prepped Spiritus by spinning it. He began to charge towards the ghost, swinging the Spiritus above his head. Castor planned to sweep Spiritus across the area around him, and if the ghost was hit, he’d grapple her while she’s in pain. From there, Castor will administer the final blow of this assault. He’s was going to grapple a free section of the ghost’s body with the other end of the chain an pull both ends away, sheading away a major of the ghost soulmist. This method seemed a bit grizzle, but this was how he was trained. “Prepare my prey!!” He yells as he began to sweep Spiritus around

[Fubuki Kouri]

".............................................." Kouri went silent as her last throw missed her target. Her shrinking reptillian pupils completely focused on the chain-wielding hooded man before her. Now the man was spinning his weapon, most likely preparing to strike her. "Uhuhuhu..." She let out a low volume giggle as she... 'dove' into the ground, completely covered by the soil, she was perfectly save from the spinning chain attack that was soon followed. "Ehehe... ahahahahaha.... UAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Kouri's insane giggling echoed through the air as one of her tendrils jutted out from the ground and picked up one of her steel daggers. Being completely underground, she couldn't use her sight and relied solely on sounds. She estimated the man's position by the sound of weapon and footsteps and she made slashes to that direction. It was very inaccurate but she tried to make up for it by slashing in rapid succession. A normal warrior would have no hope of pulling her out or destroying the soil to expose her, but Castor was no normal man, he was a Spiritist; men who specializes in fighting the ethereal and undead. In a location not too far away from the battle ground, a pack of nocturnal hunters called wolves smell the scent of blood; and the alpha howled, its voice echoing in the forest to inform his pack of a seemingly easy meal, after all, the scent of blood usually meant that it was a wounded animal. The howling was quite loud and it reached Castor's location. Kouri, of course, paid it no heed as she kept slashing her dagger blindly.

[Castor]

Castor Had begun his assault, he swung Spiritus in hope to hit the ghost. However on the last moment, just before Spiritus made contact, the ghost sank into the ghost. Castor over looked this party trick and paid the price, he not doesn’t know where she is. Being trained to sense a ghost, Castor knew the ghost was near and hasn’t fled. Castor walked around the battle zone, trying to find where ghost’s presence felt the strongest. Although he was trained to sense ghost, the talent itself cannot pinpoint their location. However, the sound of her haunting laugher aided him during his hunt. Castor held the Spiritus in a defensive grip, holding both side of the chain and pulling away to create tension. Castor wandered around the area, concentrating on his senses. Suddenly, the sound of slashing could be heard; when he turned around a dagger was slashing towards him, getting closer each slash. When the dagger got closer to him, Castor defended and deflected a few attacks. However, every now and the then a few stray slashes hits torso, some hits were blocked by his night leather armour and some got through. Castor continued his defensive state until he felt he had enough and wrapped the weapon with his chain. Castor battled with the ghost over who is in control of the weapon. Castor tried to keep the dagger still, and the ghost was trying to make it move. Castor slowly allowed the dagger to come close to him. When the dagger was merely an inch away from his chest, he grabbed the dagger by the handle and grabbed the air below it. Castor could feel the gel-like tender drill of the ghost, but it was different. The gel fell slightly softer that the usual ghost. From this, Castor realised that the ghost was very weak from battle. With that in mind, he used all of his strength to rip the ghost out of the ground, and stared in to the ghost’s reptile-like eyes. Castor held the ghost by the soulmist in front on his face, like a magician holding a rabbit by the ears. Castor then gave the ghost a strong swift punch in the stomach, although it was brutal, it was to deter the ghost for a moment. Castor looked at the body that the ghost had taken form of. Before the battle, she looked like an innocent little child, but now her body has been destroyed and her soulmist was extremely thin. “What will it be? Have your soulmist shredded off you, or being turned to dust?” Asked Castor in an emotionless voice, as if he care what option the ghost had chosen. Castor wasn’t skilled enough to dust the ghost, but from what he’s seen, the ghost didn’t understand what a Spiritist - or ghost hunter – is, or their capability. He hoped that his words sounded intimidating to the ghost and made her stop attacking, like a parent telling their child a monster will get them if they don’t behave. Castor stared soullessly into her eyes waiting for her to speak. After a chime or two, wolf could be heard howling as they rushed to the battlefield. Castor was still holding onto the ghost by her soulmist as he watched the pack surround him. The packs had five wolves, and were all baring their fangs and poised to attack. Stood still as and thought about the situation. His skills weren’t meant to fight the living, so if he fought them, his wit and muscle is what he had to rely on. Spiritus was a weapon that was only effective against ghost or a single target, as it can grapple and slash their bodies. If he was to uses this weapon against a pack of wolves he would either, be attacked on the spot or take one down and the other will get him. He had to escape. Castor used his wits and thought on his feet, and got an idea planned. Castor looked into the ghost eyes and pulls out a dagger that had been covered in soulmist when Accalia covered her body in it. He then stabbed the ghost in the stomach in hope that she would scream like a banshee, the attack wouldn't shed her soulmist, but it will hurt a lot. When she screams, the wolves’ sensitive ears will met the high-pitched screams of the ghost. That is when castor makes the escape with the ghost, like a person being kidnapped.