[What she'll find upon waking up is a sorry excuse for a man sitting on the ground and staring at the fridge contents in horror. There are body parts there. Motherfucking body parts. What kind of a ship has he gotten himself onto? Okay, fine, he's killed people, too, hundreds of them, but you don't see him chopping off their limbs and carrying them around like trophies. This is wrong, sick, unethical and all sorts of other words that are better left not quoted.
Just as the images of all terrible things those people are (supposedly) doing in here flash in his head, there's a loud thud coming from his side, startling him even further. He turns his head to the source of the noise slowly, slower than slow even, his heart beating mile a goddamn minute, and finds himself facing a shapeless, white form, no eyes, nose, mouth, nothing...
HOLY FUCKING SHIT
Someone who wasn't there to witness the scene would have a hard time believing a high-pitched screech like the one that just filled the room came from a living being, much less from a man like Ragna. He crawls away, trying to put as much distance between himself and that... thing as possible, until he hits a wall with his back. He points to the being, his face pale and hand shaking, and finally manages to stammer out one word.]
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sorry excuse for aman sitting on the ground and staring at the fridge contents in horror. There are body parts there. Motherfucking body parts. What kind of a ship has he gotten himself onto? Okay, fine, he's killed people, too, hundreds of them, but you don't see him chopping off their limbs and carrying them around like trophies. This is wrong, sick, unethical and all sorts of other words that are better left not quoted.Just as the images of all terrible things those people are (supposedly) doing in here flash in his head, there's a loud thud coming from his side, startling him even further. He turns his head to the source of the noise slowly, slower than slow even, his heart beating mile a goddamn minute, and finds himself facing a shapeless, white form, no eyes, nose, mouth, nothing...
HOLY FUCKING SHIT
Someone who wasn't there to witness the scene would have a hard time believing a high-pitched screech like the one that just filled the room came from a living being, much less from a man like Ragna. He crawls away, trying to put as much distance between himself and that... thing as possible, until he hits a wall with his back. He points to the being, his face pale and hand shaking, and finally manages to stammer out one word.]
G-G-G-G-GHOST!!