whipcarryingdemon:

changethesituation:

Aha, but the beauty of it is, if we get this done right, you’ll have never lost to her as far as your death is concerned. It’ll be between us, and anybody I’ve rescued prior.

(He continued to rattle pieces of the holster her knife was strapped into, still trying to unlatch it, or at the very least, loosen it enough that it would slip off of her thigh— as long as it was out of easy reach, it would be a victory.)

…And I’m hoping there is a way. I don’t have any other ideas, otherwise— I think she’s too big for me to manipulate myself.

…

Straps. One would assume it is held on by straps. Can you perhaps manipulate the workings of it so that it loosens, if not undoes entirely? Much like one would loosen a wristwatch.

Like a wristwatch? …What’s a wristwatch?

(He thought about it for a moment— I mean, he knew what wrists were, but he couldn’t place ‘wristwatch.’ Something with straps that goes on a wrist? It hit him soon enough. They were those clocks everyone wears on their wrists, right? He’d seen Jowd and Lynne take them on and off many a time. He phases out of the ghost world— maybe he could just imitate what they had done, and… right in the middle of Dahlia’s ploy of a kiss, the knife rattles unceremoniously to the floor.)

There! I think that did it.

(Source: distanttracesofbeauty)

whipcarryingdemon:

changethesituation:

((ooh dollie oooh))

(A curt, exhale of a ‘hmph’ escaped from the spirit— well, emanated from where the spirit was— as he heard the woman’s ghost speak. He replied, trying— but not really trying— to keep the sarcastic ‘you can’t really do anything’ edge out of his voice.)

Oh, Dollie! So you can hear me— this is a new development…

(After surveying for a moment, his voice turned casual, jumping over to his target— Dahlia’s knife, and the holster(?) it was in. He busied himself with possessing any parts he could manage to move, flicking in and out of the ghost world to check how it moved, and jumping back in before the scene could move too far— it’d look like a strobe light, to the ordinary person. If he was lucky, maybe he could find a way to unlatch it.)

Huh, too bad this is my turf, and you can’t really do anything to stop me from getting in your way…

In the ghost world, Franziska hears her killer’s echoey voice and all but growls in anger.

So, tell me, Sissel. Is there any way to remove that knife?

In absence of her whip to pull on, she has to make do with wringing her hands furiously.

I will not lose to this woman twice.

Aha, but the beauty of it is, if we get this done right, you’ll have never lost to her as far as your death is concerned. It’ll be between us, and anybody I’ve rescued prior.

(He continued to rattle pieces of the holster her knife was strapped into, still trying to unlatch it, or at the very least, loosen it enough that it would slip off of her thigh— as long as it was out of easy reach, it would be a victory.)

…And I’m hoping there is a way. I don’t have any other ideas, otherwise— I think she’s too big for me to manipulate myself.

(Source: distanttracesofbeauty)

distanttracesofbeauty:

changethesituation:

whipcarryingdemon:

Hmph.

Do share.

(The image of the man fizzles away— he’s gone and jumped into the scene at hand, passing from object to object, stopping just short of one jump from Dahlia’s dagger. He spoke— the prosecutor was still able to hear him quite clearly.)

See, what I’m thinking, if she reaches for that dagger she’s got taped to her hip and it’s not there… she’ll be in quite the predicament as far as your successful murder is concerned.

((Dollie, how’s the dagger attached to your hip?))

((it is strapped to my thigh. ooh sissel baby, come get it.))

The flashback of the murder scene has paused, and the two women are frozen in time as Sissel makes jump after jump from core to core.

Dahlia, however, realizes something is wrong, that something is not quite right. Being a ghost in a borrowed body does have an advantage, for once. Though she can’t move in Sissel’s ghost trick mode, she can speak.

Sissel, dear~ It’s been a long time. Don’t get in my way.

((ooh dollie oooh))

(A curt, exhale of a ‘hmph’ escaped from the spirit— well, emanated from where the spirit was— as he heard the woman’s ghost speak. He replied, trying— but not really trying— to keep the sarcastic ‘you can’t really do anything’ edge out of his voice.)

Oh, Dollie! So you can hear me— this is a new development…

(After surveying for a moment, his voice turned casual, jumping over to his target— Dahlia’s knife, and the holster(?) it was in. He busied himself with possessing any parts he could manage to move, flicking in and out of the ghost world to check how it moved, and jumping back in before the scene could move too far— it’d look like a strobe light, to the ordinary person. If he was lucky, maybe he could find a way to unlatch it.)

Huh, too bad this is my turf, and you can’t really do anything to stop me from getting in your way…

whipcarryingdemon:

changethesituation:

(He watches the scene with analytical eyes, though you wouldn’t know it by looking, from the opaque sunglasses.)

…On the bright side, at least for our purposes— you died quickly. That gives us more time.

I’ve got a plan, if you think you can recover from that lip lock fast enough…

Hmph.

Do share.

(The image of the man fizzles away— he’s gone and jumped into the scene at hand, passing from object to object, stopping just short of one jump from Dahlia’s dagger. He spoke— the prosecutor was still able to hear him quite clearly.)

See, what I’m thinking, if she reaches for that dagger she’s got taped to her hip and it’s not there… she’ll be in quite the predicament as far as your successful murder is concerned.

((Dollie, how’s the dagger attached to your hip?))

(Source: distanttracesofbeauty)

distanttracesofbeauty:

The scene begins with Dahlia and Franziska calmly chatting, and though Franziska is on her guard, nothing happens for a while. They continue to talk quietly until Dahlia challenges the prosecutor to murder someone.

A fight breaks out, and Franziska cracks her whip twice, leaving lash marks on the redhead’s face. Dahlia just smiles and licks the blood off of her hands, slashing at Franziska again and again until the bullwhip knocks the long dagger from her grasp.

Things get ugly now: Dahlia taunts her opponent about her father and even compares the just young woman to herself, and taking advantage of this moment of weakness, backs Franziska into a wall. A sudden flash of motion, and Dahlia’s lips are pressed to Franziska’s. While she forces her victim against the wall, she secretly reaches for the pearl-inlaid knife on her thigh and continues to kiss the younger woman.

Dahlia’s hidden knife plunges into the prosecutor’s chest and is ripped out in a swinging arc of blood spatter, but Dahlia grabs her before she falls to the ground, holding her up by the wrist. Franziska all but spits on her attacker and tries to stanch the bleeding, but Dahlia takes the whip and tightens it around its owner’s neck, strangling her to death with a smile.

(He watches the scene with analytical eyes, though you wouldn’t know it by looking, from the opaque sunglasses.)

…On the bright side, at least for our purposes— you died quickly. That gives us more time.

I’ve got a plan, if you think you can recover from that lip lock fast enough…

whipcarryingdemon:

changethesituation:

I see, I see… so you think that if we distracted her at the right time, that you’d have a chance to turn the tables on her?

It’s certainly possible. Highly likely, in fact - originally, I had the upper hand. I believe I could overcome her if I had a second chance…

Well, here’s hoping you’ve got the same disposition in the past, because you’ll be going on autopilot— you as you are right now, you won’t be in control.

Are you ready to go, then?

whipcarryingdemon:

changethesituation:

Good, good.

Now, when I go back, we’ll replay the last four minutes of your death, and change the fact that you died; it’s as simple as that. You, physically, can’t do much to change it. But I, physically— well, as physical as a ghost can get— I can.

Like I possessed you, I can possess objects— which I’ll do to distract Dahlia. If I distract her, that gives you a pretty good chance of fighting back, right? I’m not sure of the details of how you got stabbed…

This is most fascinating.

Hmph. She procured a knife and I managed to disarm her, but then she…

She blushes a little as she realises this man, to whom she has never spoken before now, is going to see what happened.

She got close and cornered me. She had another knife hidden, but I didn’t see where. I suppose if I had another chance…

I see, I see… so you think that if we distracted her at the right time, that you’d have a chance to turn the tables on her?

whipcarryingdemon:

changethesituation:

Well, I can time travel— in a limited capacity. When you die, you develop what we call a core, and when you have a core, a ghost can possess it; which is what I’m doing now.

When a ghost possesses your core— depending on the ghost, of course— they can go back a fixed amount of time. That amount of time is four minutes.

You follow me so far?

Indeed. Please, continue.

Good, good.

Now, when I go back, we’ll replay the last four minutes of your death, and change the fact that you died; it’s as simple as that. You, physically, can’t do much to change it. But I, physically— well, as physical as a ghost can get— I can.

Like I possessed you, I can possess objects— which I’ll do to distract Dahlia. If I distract her, that gives you a pretty good chance of fighting back, right? I’m not sure of the details of how you got stabbed…

whipcarryingdemon:

changethesituation:

Is anything ever just that? There’s a reason Dollie and me don’t see eye to eye. If you promise not to get that whip you were talking about after all this, I may just have the antidote to your little… death problem.

…

Surely you jest. It’s possible to reverse this? I can…be alive, again?

…How?

Well, I can time travel— in a limited capacity. When you die, you develop what we call a core, and when you have a core, a ghost can possess it; which is what I’m doing now.

When a ghost possesses your core— depending on the ghost, of course— they can go back a fixed amount of time. That amount of time is four minutes.

You follow me so far?