[The good news: turns out manifesting a spirit form is still possible, even with most of Clamor's "real" "body" missing. It doesn't do much to abate the throbbing pain that permeates his existence, but at least he has hands...

Hand. Just one hand, which is firmly and solidly gripped in Noah's, but he'll take what he can get. The other is... not exactly gone, but flickering like a dying light, parting like smoke and glass when he tries to touch anything. Much of his body is the same—broken, missing, strained. He looks like a ghost, dim and faded as he is, but he can be solid if he has to be. As long as it's not too much at once, anyway.

There's no one-to-one between sword parts and body parts, just spiritual essence stretched thin across a form too large and complex to be sustained by its materials. Still, there are some consistencies... namely, that his upper torso keeps separating from the bottom half (really need to find a way to fuse the blade back to the hilt), and his face is uh. Well, his eye is missing, so it's probably not a big deal if his head disappears half the time. He can't see anyway, so how would he know? Don't worry about it.

Anyway, Noah is here to show him around, which is... also kind of pointless if he can't see anything... but he can still say hello!! Please don't freak out or assume Noah is being haunted and needs an exorcism. Clamor is very nice, really.]

[You're probably minding your own business, going about the park as normal... when suddenly a ghostly, glowing hand emerges from the nearby hedge, branches clinging to its wrist. The hand waves frantically, or perhaps tries to politely tap your shoulder, whatever works.]

Excuse me! Sorry! If you're not too busy— pthhk! [someone is spitting out leaves from inside the hedge... it's fine, he's fine.] I'm a little, ah, stuck. If you'd be so kind...

[... and the branches already seem to be encroaching on the hand again, trying to pull him back in, so. soon, preferably.]

[okay, so, imagine prompt B again, but instead of a hand reaching out of the bushes its six inches of a broken golden sword stabbing out of it without warning

pros: a lot easier to escape vicious plants this way! he can just cut right through.
cons: you cannot hear his voice trying to warn passersby to stand clear unless you are actively being stabbed by a surprise hedge-knife.

roll for dexterity, he's sorry, good luck]

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