Now that things were less dangerous--and that meant much less running around trying to avoid being accidentally shot, although towards the end she'd just been keeping an eye out to see if anybody needed to be pulled out of the way of a lethal blow--there was time to think.

Not that she needed to do all that much thinking, this was a ghost story. But they'd really got the perspectives backwards, and if it weren't for being so ridiculously overboard for a traipse through an abandoned mansion, they'd have been just another list of victims. Maybe with some fancier deaths.

Plus, Tera's decision to become a giant monster centipede of all things helped a bit more on the ideas front.

"So... does anyone think I should go get a priest?" the girl wondered, playing with a strand of hair. "We wouldn't need one for exorcism, but I'm sure there's always room for another local god."

The onna-bushi went down, and the samurai...up and packed it in. Damn. Looked like seeing everyone else go down shocked him back into sanity. Good for everyone, bad for Jinhai's own entertainment. With a sigh, he walked over towards the odachi he'd tossed aside, kicked it up into the air with his foot, and snatched it by the hilt with his hand before resting the blade on his shoulder.

The former monk walked over towards the kneeling samurai, squatting down on his heels next to him.

"Yeah, well, trained monk here. Pretty sure I could get an exorcism going, don't think buddy over here's in any mood to keep on going, even as a local god." He said over in Sakura's direction before turning back to the warrior.

"That said, you wanna go out with honor, I know you're implying harakiri isn't working, but what if you had a second?" He lifted the odachi off his shoulder for a brief moment in emphasis before letting it rest again. "Could be what you're missing to let yourself pass on. Give it a thought, huh?"

Yūma had been braced for a lot of things. Some final grand show of force, suicidal last attack, ranting, raving, some grand speech or the like. He had not, however, been ready for the spirit to seem to come to his senses, collapse to his knees, and begin muttering about his failures and inability to escape whatever cycle he had been trapped in. Assuming, after his fellows had died alongside him, he has been stuck in this loop of murder, slaughter, defeat, realization, only to be condemned to it again, Yūma figured that Hell certainly was a thing. This samurai had been living a form of it, and if the agent knew of any way to put the spirit out of his misery, he would have done so without hesitation. Part of him felt a pang of guilt for enjoying the brawl with the spirit as much as he did, but it was gone as soon as it appeared. So far no one seemed keen on answering the question posed about everyone being long dead, which Yūma would at least confirm for the poor soul.

"Unfortunately, yes the village and its people are long since gone."

Listening as the offer to decapitate the samurai with his own sword, in an attempt to carry out the full ritual suicide, was another dark note on many that had come to the fore of this. He ran through his far more limited knowledge of the supernatural, of folklore and the like, thinking out loud as he did. Yūma was at his best fighting and brawling, but now was putting the other part of the whole job to work. Contain or eliminate the anomaly, which meant considering all the options available to them.

"Never been much of one for memorizing folklore, but wasn't there something about the spirits of the dead being unable to move on with unfinished business left? Resolving that might help too, least worth considering at any rate."

Numako Yamamizu
@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR@Eisenhorn@Izurich

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Man, she really just wasn't cut out for this whole field work thing. At least, not this more aggressive kind anyways. Numako for most of the fight since her attempt to restrain their opponent had mostly taken a bit of a back seat, doing her best impression of a nonexistent ghost. Not to difficult, to remain Moreso at the edge of the fighting, expanding as little energy as she could just taking care of the small fries. Being useful without putting in too much effort.

The only things that had made her pause were when Tera got put out of commission, and when she had to take a quick dunk in her own water to avoid getting turned into an actual ghost.

And then, just like that, it was all over. She kind of understood this spirit guy in the end. She was...well, kinda similar in a way, only that technically she was more of a priestess of a corrupt local god. Should she do something? Say something? Maybe she could help...

"Whew...it's over. Im going to need a long massage after this. Hey, you got a name ghost guy?" She'd inquire, not really expecting much of a reply. "The others arent wrong, though." She'd say, piggybacking off of the others comments. "If you feel regret about not being able to protect the people, maybe give it a go again? Wont fault you for wanting to sleep though, heh. Could build a local small shrine here. Consecrate the grounds or whatever. A donation box people leave money and other offerings."

Hopefully she wasn't being too out of line, or speaking too much nonsense. And that third suggestion wasn't just for her own benefit, either. Definitely not.