WRATH IS LEGACY

SHE'S WAGING A WAR ON THE WEAK

[yamamori]

She inherited incredible fury from her ancestors. The wrath that flows through her veins is her legacy. The terrible pain she suffered set it off. Swift and lethal, The Spirit exacts her revenge endlessly.

INDIE RIN YAMAOKA / THE SPIRIT OF DEAD BY DAYLIGHT. PERSONALS DON’T RB!

[phantomemes]

starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .

‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’

‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’

‘  you are teaching me to love  ’

‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’

‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’

‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’

‘  you are my good days  ’

‘  i have been loved dearly  ’

‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’

‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’

‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’

‘  there will always be another day  ’

‘  there will always be another mercy  ’

‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’

‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’

‘  i am terrified for you  ’

‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’

‘  today i am thankful  ’

‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’

‘  come and get me  ’

‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’

‘  i think i broke again last night  ’

‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’

‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’

‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’

‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’

‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’

‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’

‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’

‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’

‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’

‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’

‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’

‘  this life is an altar  ’

‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’

‘  there is a mountain in me  ’

‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’

‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’

‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’

‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’

‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’

‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’

‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’

‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’

‘  you scare me a little  ’

‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’

‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’

‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’

‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’

‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’

‘  there is never an end  ’

[jesterkard]

rin yamaoka and her new cosmetic mask….thats all

[yamamori]

quietly dips my toes in over here... LYRICAL STARTER CALL?

[yamamori]

I havent been on here much bc ive felt kind of discouraged by the difference in activity differences between this blog and blogs of mine w male muses lol. catch me on discord ( 1-800 KISS A GHOST#7927 ) or @rigormori

[yamamori]

Rin has two ‘modes’ :

THE SPIRIT

The behavior you see in game. In writing I will rarely refer to Rin in this state as ‘Rin’, and instead opt to solely refer to her as The Spirit. Something about trials reverts her an almost primal state. She’s borderline nonverbal, with her hair a wild supernatural mess and her cries echoing over one another. Maybe it’s how survivors react to her. Maybe it’s just the Entity’s will. Either way, when in this state of mind Rin is no longer a logical creature. She is a creature of rage, sorrow, and vengeance, her wrath only growing the more survivors stun and humiliate her. No matter who it is or what they are to her when outside of this rampage, she will hurt them. Yamaoka’s Haunting does not discriminate. It just violates. At her worst The Spirit sees a survivor as her father and will obsess over them until they either escape or are mori’d by her hand, dismembering their dying form in the exact way she was in life. The Spirit mentality can be triggered outside of trials similarly to how PTSD episodes can be triggered in those who have suffered from trauma. Remind her of her death. Remind her of her father. Be physically violent toward her. Put her in that same headspace where she was before she died. It’s bound to end well for both of you

RIN YAMAOKA

Behavior you do NOT see in game. In writing I will rarely refer to Rin in this state as ‘the Spirit’. Outside of trials, Rin has the ability to think critically again. Her hair hangs over her shoulders like curtains instead of being pulled above her. She can communicate her thoughts and understand the position of others– and it sucks ass. Knowing what she does to survivors is a burden she will not easily shed, and the guilt that comes from it often causes Rin to isolate from the other Killers. She does not respect some of them. Ones in similar positions to her, who the Entity twisted into monsters for its own gain, she can respect. But those who are arguably still human because they were already killers to begin with (The Doctor, The Huntress, Michael Myers, ect), are cruel and detestable in Rin’s eyes. Interactions with muses like such might be a little aggressive without plotting for otherwise.

[yamamori]

eatsrude​ --

“ I’m afraid much like the social elite, there’s not much else for them to do. “  He sounds amused, lips curling.  “ I wouldn’t say I know anything about you.  What other people have to say is often a skewed reflection of the truth – and shares little resemblance to it.  I would prefer to hear what you have to say about yourself and your experiences far more than what others have to say. “

In his mind, the rotten fields and decaying buildings fade away.  It’s easy to place them within his office.  His mnemonic palace.  She looks out of place, for a moment – and then she isn’t.  Her hair settles around her shoulders, her skin is warm.  Her wounds are closed.  ( He is reminded of Murasaki, when they first met – how her sadness clung to her in the wake of the death of his uncle. ) 

“ Have you ever been to therapy before? “ 

In this real-time reconstruction Rin is a picture of immaculate sorrow. Her eyes are rich and brown. The shine of lingering tears makes them look like stones in a sunbathed riverbed. She smooths her restless hands on the thighs of her kimono before sitting down just as any nervous new patient would. ( Her traditional roots ooze from every pore. It’s only natural to envision her in traditional garments more common in days past. )

“ No. “ She answers honestly, drawing a breath and squeezing her eyes shut in hopes of banishing the accursed moisture that seems to cling eternally. “ There was no reason to. I had a happy life growing up. The only hardships I endured were at the hands of boys who protested my training alongside them. “

[yamamori]

virginrule​ --

@yamamori​ liked!

“oh, hey.” he hasn’t seen this girl before, he thinks. she looks a little bit like whatshername, the creepy girl from ringu. but not in a bad way, she manages to pull it off, and thank god he hasn’t been saying any of this shit out loud for once. “are you lost? that sounds really creepy, but i promise it’s not a come-on or anything. i’m pretty relieved to see you, to be honest, i have no idea how long i’ve been wandering these fucking woods. super played out, right?”

The voice startles her and the pale girl whirls around, eyes wide and glassy in the moonlight. The snowy robe she's clutched around her seems to glow in the misty moonlight, and the curtains of hair that hang over her shoulders look to be almost impossibly black— but that's only a trick of the light, right? The more concerning thing about this girl, apparently lost and dazed, is the bareness of her legs under the robe. She doesn't have any other clothing.

"Played out?" She repeats his words with a kind of stilt only non native speakers have. "You should not be playing out in these woods. It's dangerous."

[yamamori]

Interact w me on my multi @rigormori ! I'll be focusing my energy there for a lil while and I want to get some plots going

[yamamori]

Anyway consider this a mobile SHIPPING CALL bc I'm feeling gushy abt Rin in this house 2nite

[yamamori]

eatsrude​ --

@yamamori​ / sc.

“ Outside of the fog, I was a Doctor. “  He doesn’t sit, doesn’t make to presume that he’s welcome.  Just trying to offer support – he’s heard some of the others talk about her.  Her rage.  Her sorrow.  ( It’s a story he is empathetic to, and understands the root of her suffering and her power – trauma does that. )  “ Not like Herman.  I was a therapist.  If you’re ever interested, Yamaoka-san, I could speak to you.  Perhaps it might help.” 

Fluent, near flawless Japanese rolls off his tongue – only bearing the slightest of accent. 

Rin's skepticism wrestles with the sound of her native language slipping so effortlessly off his tongue. On the one hand, a man of his profession approaching her like this is far too reminiscent of past experiences to keep images of a giddy madman, eager and grasping for his newest dismembered lab rat from conjuring. But on the other hand- Mr. Lecter has kept his hands (and eyes) to where they belong, and for all intents and purposes, been totally polite to her and the Yamaoka land. The sword sheaths with the crackle of shattered metal.

" Gomen'nasai, Lecter-san. I had not been sure of your intentions. " She greets with a bow. " I take that to mean you know all about me, then. " You would think a group of Killers would have no interest in idle gossip, and yet..

[yamamori]

Anyway consider this a mobile SHIPPING CALL bc I'm feeling gushy abt Rin in this house 2nite

[yamamori]

All I have left to prestige is Rin's face 🥺 SHES SO PRETTY...

[yamamori]

mjm56​---

@yamamori​​  said  : “ hello! this is the part where i kill you! “ / accepting! 

  never was majima a spiritual man, despite the ever presence of yurei lingering often gossiped quietly by kamurocho’s citizens. not that majima frankly cared of the happenings of civilians lest they affected him, no no. the hannya that lived on the skin of his back and behind felt ironic. however, he always took things as they were, no matter how absurd or seemingly batshit crazy they seemed to be. after all, the mad dog had an affinity for the chaos that the supernatural was rumored to bring, if any at all.

  the spirit sent a chill underneath the tacky snakeskin draping over his spine, jolting him slightly as her words feel comedic. a blade, used and jagged, was held in her grasp, the noise of its unsheathe rang and almost shimmered within his ears, like the shattering of a window shot out by a bullet. if this didn’t drop his stomach, the mere sight of the spirit would of shook the average man to his core with the way the butchered sections of her limbs floated in line with each other, as if orbiting in place, still. grotesque, yes, and he would of merely grimaced at the sight of a slaughtered person, as such gore was far too commonplace in his line of work, but it was the mere fact that these blueish limbs were owned by a spirit that beaded cold sweat on the back of his neck. majima was taken aback, but of course, as the mad dog would, he recovered, albeit shakily, overcompensated confidence drawing his voice out in a crow.

  “is it now?” a cackle of a laugh, though somewhat forced as it strained on his throat echoed, his hand instinctively reaching underneath his jacket to fiddle with the glossy sheath of his tanto. he threw it’s covering to the floor to reveal its blade with a flick of his wrist and he pointed it forward, a haphazard challenge. jesus christ, was he gonna try and fight a ghost? no one said his recklessness was smart by any means. “that katana looks fuckin’ busted; i doubt you’ll be able to even pierce me, ghosty!”

She's a feral animal. A creature on a blind hunt for JUSTICE. She can't smell his fear— instead she FEELS it permeating the air, beading on her skin like oil. It coaxes her attractive features to curl into a cruel smile. Her head jerks sideways suddenly in a chorus of crunching glass and bone. Her free arm follows suit. "Shall we bet on it?"

Oh, Majima! Whatever highlighted you to be the Spirit's next target was no fault of your own. For once you're an innocent party- wrong place, wrong time! A spiritual man could argue karmic fate was what put you into her crosshairs, but really, there's no way of knowing. No matter the reason- The Spirit is here and she won't leave without blood payment.

[bridefind]

@yamamori / sc. 

Looking at her makes him uncomfortable.  There is a static in his head, a fuzzy image, and he sees these … these faces.  Women, muddled and brutalized.  How did they get that way?  Her VIOLENCE causes him to shrink away.  She’s like him, though, she can’t control it.

He finds himself sympathetic to that notion. 

Eddie approaches her with great caution.  It’s not fear, exactly – he just wants to test the water carefully, avoid catching her in a foul mood.  ( It’s like avoiding his mother.  Tip-toeing around the hall, peeking around the corner into the kitchen just as a cabinet SLAMS and he jumps, shrinking away from the sound and heart racing in his ear when he realizes – )  

He shakes the memory, and the impression, from his head but the static remains.

When Eddie finally finds her, he turns on the most charming smile he can manage.  Half his mouth doesn’t smile right anymore.  ( He tries not to be shy about it. )  She’s barely wearing any clothes, so he’s careful not to let his eyes wander away from her face.   

“ You know, I bet I could make something fashionable out of some drapes in one of these realms. “ He gestures proudly to the suit, stitched and patched, but fashionable all things considered.  “ I made this from scraps … I could make you something. “ 

[yamamori]

He smiles and it's reminiscent of the shiny-toothed grins plastered on the front of every American magazine Rin's ever seen. (She thinks of the old ones, mostly. With men in buisness suits no matter the occasion and hair shiny with product). She doesn't smile back. Simply turns her body to face him more politely, no longer dividing her attention between him and the dirt she's been cutting into with the tip of a stick.

She eyes his DIY attire with scrutiny before suddenly nodding in approval, a gentle smile on her lips. "That is very good. Fit together perfectly, like a puzzle." Her gaze falls down to herself— bandaged, cut up. It would be difficult to take her measurements with all of the detached parts. She tries to imagine what she might wear in life- the sports cap is her only hint (and even that read more as a piece of a uniform than as a genuine fashion accessory). "What would you make for me?"

[rigormori]

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[rigormori]

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featuring muses like Pavi Largo Vic Criss, Waylon Park, Jane Romero, and much more!