Joscelin shakes his head at the thought.

“That would be utterly useless. Just flopping around on the ground while the ayakashi wreak havoc. Though I’ve heard of lots of stupid vessel forms since I’ve been in heaven, so I suppose it’s not beyond the realm of possibility. I will admit surprise; I’d rather been under the impression that our raison d'être as reasonably corporeal ghosts was to serve as weapons for our gods.” He looks over at Ginia, considering. “What's yours?”