006 → Wandering soul

[wrigurun]

Characters: Wriggle Nightbug, Open
Setting: Floor 48
Format: Post in action, tags in prose or action
Summary: If you venture up to the graveyard tonight there seems to be something lurking about.
Warnings: None

[It certainly had gotten colder all of a sudden. Though the graveyard might be dark a few scattered lights dance in the distance. Faint at first but they gave a distinct, warm glow. Getting a little closer it appears that they're surrounding a small figure draped in white. The folds of the fabric billowed ever so slightly in the breeze as they drifted through the collection of stones. Even though they haven't noticed you, you might have noticed their feet never once touched the floor. If they had feet. It was hard to tell.

Without a sound they stopped. A slight turn of the head, had they noticed you? Maybe not but there's a quiet sniffle and a few gasping breaths. Were they crying or...?]

Ah-ch!

[Probably not. Oddly enough it seems like there are more worms around than usual. Perhaps they have something to do with it]

Comments

[vermicompost]

They feed on people's energy. They're not normal worms. They're magical, and... The person who made them is– not a nice person.

[wrigurun]

Magic, really?

That's kinda cool...

[vermicompost]

Yes, really, but they're not cool. [They're awful, in his opinion.] Like I said, they're dangerous. I don't want them to hurt anyone. [They can survive outside his body. What if somehow, they infested someone else?]

[wrigurun]

But they're hurting you, aren't they? You said they don't need to live in you to survive, right?

[vermicompost]

They are. [He won't deny it.] And they don't.

But I have to have them. I chose to have them. [He might be being a bit irrationally stubborn.] I can't fight without them.

[wrigurun]

Oh yeah, 'cause they're magic, right?

[Wriggle doesn't really understand why someone would deliberately make themselves sick to have magic but then again she doesn't understand a lot of things]