[ She’s partially successful until Dimitri is there, his large hands grasping at here and keeping them away from herself. She’s already pulled out some of her hair, the sharp pain providing a brief distraction and respite against the hell inside her own mind.
So she thrashes at him, suddenly kept away from the only thing Eri had to tear her mind away from this hell. It’s not much, she’s much smaller than Dimitri and can’t do much even as she kicks and screams, tears and snot running all at once without pause.
The ghosts continue to voice their grudges, their anger… but are unable to raise their voice higher than a restrained rage. This is fortunate, because as their masks merge with their faces and become gaping maws, Santa’s increasing volume does drown them out.
With how loud it is, it’s not exactly calming Eri down, but it’s a start.
Still, she’s still screaming… not stopping, barely even stopping for air. Her throat isn’t going to appreciate this later, but at the moment that isn’t important… as the grievously-wounded businessman eyes Dimitri holding the thrashing girl and seems to silently sigh.
He holds up his hands, unable to speak or even make a sound, but providing some gesture to communicate his intentions in meaning no harm as he starts to approach. Granted, he’s going to continue approaching regardless, since being a ghost and all… there’s not much anybody here can do about it. ]
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So she thrashes at him, suddenly kept away from the only thing Eri had to tear her mind away from this hell. It’s not much, she’s much smaller than Dimitri and can’t do much even as she kicks and screams, tears and snot running all at once without pause.
The ghosts continue to voice their grudges, their anger… but are unable to raise their voice higher than a restrained rage. This is fortunate, because as their masks merge with their faces and become gaping maws, Santa’s increasing volume does drown them out.
With how loud it is, it’s not exactly calming Eri down, but it’s a start.
Still, she’s still screaming… not stopping, barely even stopping for air. Her throat isn’t going to appreciate this later, but at the moment that isn’t important… as the grievously-wounded businessman eyes Dimitri holding the thrashing girl and seems to silently sigh.
He holds up his hands, unable to speak or even make a sound, but providing some gesture to communicate his intentions in meaning no harm as he starts to approach. Granted, he’s going to continue approaching regardless, since being a ghost and all… there’s not much anybody here can do about it. ]