Akihisa Yoshii

The Experiment Subjects

No response came to Jess. Comically, the boy was trying his damn-est to blow out the fire but he just couldn't work up the 'determination' to do it. He hated being cooped up in a room when he was in this state, he'd rather be outside, looking across the landscape!

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Desmond blinked, he hadn't intended that sort of reaction. "Luna..." He grunted and he was flung back to his body, disappearing from the group and no longer having his voice heard. He sighed and kicked at his body, his foot flying through it. "Damn it... So much for calming her down... Hope Jess and them can help her..."

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"Luna... Calm down and tell them I'm fine..." He willed himself closer to her, but his body was a vortex, if he wasn't standing right next to it the pull was excruciatingly... well it wasn't painful, but it was some kind of feeling and he didn't like it. He knew the farther he got from it the higher the chance of the link being broken. And THEN he would die. But he didn't care. He willed every step and with all the pure determination he could muster he spoke to her. "Luna..." He didn't realize his voice didn't just reach her but everyone around, and he became visible to them all. "I'm fine, really. I just need to rest... I'll be good as new in a few days..." He put his hands on her shoulders, and they were indeed on her shoulders. "Then I'll make you a million roses to apologize for scaring you..." He smiled.

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Desmond looked at her. He knew it was her, despite the wolf before him. He had heard that a specter had to really try in order to be noticed. It had to truly be determined to do much of anything. Or angry enough. He called out to her, trying to get her attention. "Luna! Luna, I'm OK, my body just needs time to heal..." He tried to explain it to her and willed himself to be seen, knowing it'd be made easier by her being a necromancer. The darkness was soon drained from the area and it slowed to a trickle as it had to pull more from farther and farther away. His body was restoring at a much slower rate, but it was restoring nonetheless.

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As Desmond lay next to the tree, he felt his heart rate quicken and his whole body started to shake. He hated when this happened. He was dying again. Or rather, his body was expelling excess power to stop him from being torn apart by it from the inside. He had been stressed about a lot of things lately, the dark energy inside him had been building up, and the revelation that he will NEVER see his mother again was the nail in the coffin. It was time to explode.

Speaking of coffins, he just hopes that when he revives he won't be in one... Last time was a pain in the ass crawling out. Finally he felt a large cramp, a spasm of all his muscles, and he screamed as pain wracked his body. This was it... it was happening again... The same thing that had killed his mother... His eyes were overtaken with a red glow as his body, all at once, expelled the dark energy that was held within him. The resulting explosion of pure, raw energy obliterated the surrounding trees and vegetation and after it had finished he fell to the ground, in a heap. His body was utterly destroyed and, by all means, he was dead.

But his consciousness was still rooted to his body, and he watched as darkness slowly filtered back into him, slowly restoring his wrecked body, but he did not wake up. He wouldn't wake up for a while... A day, maybe two... maybe a week. He didn't know for certain. He had to wait... Now that he thought about it, he was a specter... when they went to see his body, would Luna be able to see him? He hoped, in a way, that she would and maybe he could talk to her... Sounded lovely. Last time this happened he was stuck for two days with absolutely nothing to do and nobody to talk to... The spirits that live in this world were mere echos of their human forms and couldn't really engage in chit-chat...

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Desmond pulls away from her and crashes against a tree, leaning against it as he falls down. Black energy continued to leak from his hand. "I can't go back like this... Go on ahead, I'll... I'll wait until I calm down..." He had to make them go away. Even as it leaked from him he felt it build up... it was going to happen again... they had to leave.

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Desmond says nothing, and one hand moves, gripping the other. The black sea writhes as it floods back to him, until only his shadow remains, re-exposing them to the world. Blackness uncontrollably bled from his hand, but without a form it is swept up into the wind and dissipates. He had his teeth clenched but finally he released them with a whimper. He gripped his arm tighter, and tears fell from his eyes. "...I just want my mother back..."

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At necromancer his hands went into fists. "Necromancer? As in... necromancy... the art that revives the dead...?" There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and a mix of madness with it. "Could... could you do that... Could you bring someone back to life...?"

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"..." He put his hands before himself, one palm over the other, sort of a pentagram or a circle made from his body. "Let me try something..." Blackness started pouring from his hands like a faucet. It washed over the surrounding area, the trees disappearing, the ground being covered, and the ghost... it was expelled, flying away not of it's own accord. Soon a small circle had enveloped them and all Luna could see was a faint outline of the boy that stood before her... the sounds of the forest were gone, the smells of it dissipating as well, and Luna would not be troubled by spirits as long as she was in here. He had sealed them off with the black energy, expelling every earthly thing except themselves and the air they breathed, which flowed through a filtration system so powerful it was as clean as air could possibly get. "It wasn't a spider, and I could sense other things about in the world... The dark energy of this world latches onto things and allows me to sense them, on some level... I couldn't tell what it is, but I'm guessing it's a spirit... you can see spirits can't you?" The room illuminated a bit more as light was let to trickle in, but it still was dim at best.

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Desmond didn't respond. He stared at her, and his eyes studied her. "You're always looking off at things..." He observed, his voice neutral in tone. "Something the rest of us can't see... And how you're never really happy most of the time, the smiles are fake, your eyes are constantly shifting... What is it that you're always looking at...?" He asks.