Public One Strange Accident

[Rin Aikawa]

Closing the door behind me, I walked away from the Diner. Datapad in hand, clenching tightly to make my knuckles turn white. The manager of the diner had been such an ass in my interview to try and find some kind of job. Something to try and make a living. I really didn't feel like living on the streets again. I needed to do something. To just get my mind off of the fact that nobody was hiring for whatever position. Moving past others, through the streets and to the markets. Different storefronts and locations where people sold and purchased various goods. Always something weird. Looking about the place, so many placed that seemed interesting, but not enough to actually enter. Yet there was one little trinket store that looked fun. As I was coming up to the entrance, a man ran out like demons were on his heels. Yelling from inside the store.

As he was running into me, instinct took over. His entire body phased directly through me. Moving to the other side. Yet something felt strange as soon as he did so. I turned around to see the expression on his face. Surprise, and fear. Doubling over, feeling sick, I began to cough. Feeling movement inside me. It felt off. Weird. Yet sharp. Like something was pinching in the center of my chest. Falling to my knees, the man sped away without much more to do. The owner came out and saw me. Asking if I was alright and trying to figure out what went on.

"I... I think I need to go to the hospital. I don't know what's going on."

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto found himself meandering through the market square, using the time between assignments to seek out any odd jobs that might provide extra credits for his men or, at the very least, give them a reason to stretch their legs away from Aurora Station. Even the most mundane errands, whether gathering supplies or chasing down rumors of contracts, were welcome distractions from the cold hum of orbital life. Any excuse to get planet-side was good enough for him.

The sudden shouting snapped him from his thoughts. A sharp, frantic cry echoed from one of the nearby shops, drawing his attention. His brow furrowed, head tilting slightly to the side as a ripple of the Force flickered across his vision in a flash of teal-blue. Instinctively, he reached out with his senses, not to act, but to observe. What he saw or rather, what he felt made him pause.

A man came barreling out of a small trinket shop, eyes wide with panic, as if something monstrous had been on his heels. Just ahead of him stood a young woman, unmoving in the chaos. Laphisto watched with narrowed eyes as the man collided with her only he didn't. His body passed straight through hers like mist through moonlight. That wasn't a trick of the light.

The woman doubled over moments later, clutching her chest with a choked cough. Her body trembled as if something inside her had gone horribly wrong. Laphisto blinked, once, then again, as the surreal moment played itself out. She collapsed to her knees, visibly pale, and her voice came out shaken. Without hesitation, Laphisto turned his head and let out a sharp whistle, a sound that cut clean through the market din.

"Belren! Grab your medkit on me!"

His voice had the edge of command, honed from years of battlefield instinct. He crossed the distance in a few long strides and dropped to a crouch beside the woman, his expression calm but focused. Belren was only a step behind, already kneeling and unsealing the worn medical pack strapped to his back. The soldier began preparing tools and asking diagnostic questions in a clipped, efficient tone.

Laphisto kept his eyes on the woman, his voice lower now but steady. "Stay with me. Tell us exactly what you're feeling. Sharp pain? Pressure? Anything unusual besides the coughing?" he kept the force heavy on his gaze. and his force signature extended around him. Almost as if expulsing of the living force

Rin Aikawa

 

[Odessa Djazit]

Location: Somewhere in the Galaxy
Wearing: Staff / Necklace / Ring I / Ring II / Bracelet I / Bracelet II
Mount / Pet: Echo
Tag: Rin Aikawa / Laphisto
Theme: Smoke and Mirrors - Puscifer

Odessa was sitting on a park bench of sorts, or some similar contraption; eating piece of meat from a source most would frown upon when the reverberated sounds of shouting reached her ears. Briefly she ignored the annoyance, for she was far from Dathomir, and on her homeworld, it wasn't a wise decision to investigate the unknown less one wished to forfeit their life. She was here at the bequest of her Master, to obtain something important to her Master, not to get involved in local affairs. Yet, her interest was piqued just enough that she grabbed her leaning staff from the bench and rose, shuffling toward the commotion.

On the ground was a woman who appeared in need of medical assistance, and by her side was another, a man of sorts, doing such that. Odessa wondered why a stranger would aid another, when it would be beneficial to let whatever was ailing this woman to run its course, regardless of the end result. This she thought was what her Master meant when they discussed weakness and heroics. Both concepts, though considered valued by some, was frowned deeply by her Nightsister Coven. Weakness was the bane of their philosophy, whilst heroics though favored by others, was not by her Coven; in fact, death could rob the heroic efforts by the individual of their life. Yet, she was fascinated by the scene. Not wholly acceptable, simply fascinated.

As the witch watched on, there was something admis; something rippling in the air or at least rippled leaving behind some residue left by a phantasm entity. Odessa looked around, her green glowing eyes scanning the area methodically, taking great care to observe every aspect of the environment. And yet, nothing seemed unordinary for the exception of that fleeting rippling effect. She turned back to the woman and her medical savior, listening to his words as he tried to diagnose the languishing woman's disposition. Odessa looked closely at the woman, seeing no signs of physical damage, and clearly no mental damage as for now.

"No hospital nor a medical kit can cure what is gripping her," the witch said, coming to a conclusion with only a minimal set of facts to work with, well, one fact actually. "Spirit sickness. Ghost Sickness. Normally it effects one during possession, or after in some rare instances. Or in more remote cases, when one comes in contact with a ghost or spirit."

 

[Rin Aikawa]

Two individuals came up to me. Both men who were clearly military adjacent. They seemed to rush to my aid like some kind of Jedi. Labored breathing and a light headed feeling. However, what made it worse, was the sharp pain in my chest. Like being stabbed with a flame of hell. I didn't really respond to the man who was commanding the other to get the medical kit. But as soon as he started to put his hands on me to check for vitals, his hands passed right through my form.

Some kind of woman, only way I could tell was the appearance of long hair and a softer voice. Speaking of some kind of possession. A pained chuckle escaped my lips and shook my head. The chuckle quickly morphed into a fit of coughing again. Sharp and dry. Wheezing heavily in its sound. My hand balled my shirt into my chest. Trying to hold something to stop the sharpness from getting worse. It subsided and I finally spoke.

"This is- gah. This is not a possession. Trust me."

I really did not want to get into this. I really did not want to expose myself and what I was. In truth, my body was having an argument with the fabric of the universe and I was slowly losing. I was not some normal person who walked and breathed like everyone else. I had to be constantly on egg shells with how easy it was for me to end up somewhere else, randomly. Or even like just now, Phasing through people and barely holding myself together so I didn't phase through the planet.

"It's phasing. I pass-Ckogh. I pass through things on accident."

Laphisto | Odessa Djazit

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto blinked, his expression shifting from focused concern to quiet confusion as Belren's hands passed straight through the girl's body. The soldier recoiled instinctively, unsure of what he'd just witnessed, and Laphisto met his gaze with a brief, uncertain shrug. His ears pinned slightly back, a telltale sign of discomfort, as the Force shimmered again across his eyes in a faint teal glow.

Then came the voice calm, eerie, and deliberate. Laphisto turned toward it, taking in the pale woman with glowing green eyes who had stepped closer. A witch, by the look of her. He didn't need to ask where she came from. Her presence in the Force carried the unique signature of Nightsister magick: thick, shadowed, and old. He studied her quietly for a moment, pulling at the strands of her alignment with the Force not forcefully, but instinctively, trying to better understand what sort of presence had joined them. When she spoke of ghost sickness, his brow furrowed slightly.

"I can't say I know much about Nightsister magick," he admitted, his voice low and rough-edged, more cautious than dismissive. "And I've never seen anyone phase through matter like that." He turned his gaze back to the woman now coughing violently, her voice ragged and strained. The sharpness of her pain radiated off her like heat from a furnace, and he could feel her grip on herself slipping not physically, but metaphysically. Like something was trying to tug her out of step with the rest of the galaxy.

"I take it this… fades?" he asked, glancing sidelong toward the Nightsister again, his tone a quiet blend of doubt and hope. "Or is there more to it than that?" He didn't like feeling helpless. He didn't like being helpless. But right now, even with a lifetime of combat and the Force at his back, he wasn't sure if there was anything he could do but watch. This wasn't a wound to be stitched, nor an affliction he could sense clearly.

Odessa Djazit Rin Aikawa

 

[Odessa Djazit]

Location: Somewhere in the Galaxy
Wearing: Staff / Necklace / Ring I / Ring II / Bracelet I / Bracelet II
Mount / Pet: Echo
Tag: Rin Aikawa / Laphisto
Theme: Smoke and Mirrors - Puscifer

With her interest in the matter further piqued from the words of the woman and man while also bearing witness to the hands passing through the woman's body, Odessa crouched down, resting on her haunches. This was like nothing she ever witnessed, and by the expression of the others; she was in shared company. This was not direct magic, none like she ever heard of it, though she was not quick to dismiss it. The galaxy, as old as it is, still held its secrets and mysteries. Was this such a case? Or perhaps, she began wondering whilst tapping a finger on her pursed lips, this was something more that even magic, science, or traditional medicine could not explain.

"If I may," Odessa said to the woman, shifting her eyes briefly to the man before returning them back to the woman. Odessa reached down to touch the woman's arm, quickly passing through it. Odessa studied the expression on the face of the young girl, noticing no wincing of pain or feelings of discomfort from the act. "What do you mean by objects pass through you? Objects that contain matter and are solid in nature only or can energy pass through as well? Clearly there is no pain from this 'Phasing'."

Conducting a quick once over of the woman's wrists, fingers, and neck, purposely looking for trinkets or jewelry pieces on her body, and when seeing nothing visible she asked, "Any other places you may have jewerly on?" Odessa looked over her shoulder toward the direction of the shop, turned back to face the girl adding, "Any contact with old relics. ancient artifacts? Touched something you shouldn't have, perhaps?" Odessa was perplexed, only slightly. Was it possible she came in contact with an object that is the root of this problem? There was, after all, some wicked enchanted items dancing through the galaxy; some made by her fellow Sisters and others, from those Sith Sorcerers. Or was this something altogether different, the beginnings of a new dramatic event stepping forth to bewitch the galaxy.