Wanderer

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[B wanders over to where people are, slouching just on the outskirts of the busy areas of the plane, but you may notice him. You may also notice that he's in bad shape. He has spent the last month alone, surrounded by stars, thinking, barely eating or sleeping. His eyes are bloodshot and he's looking for food. He'll just be silently looking you over unless you address him.]

Comments

[bacchusfairy.livejournal.com]

... Ne, are you a ghost? [Puck reaches out to poke him in the forehead.]

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

... [B looks at him for a long time before he answers.] No. No, no...

[bacchusfairy.livejournal.com]

No no no? Yes yes yes! You're white and pale and have freaky cool red eyes. You're a ghost!

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

Am I? [B has his finger to his mouth. This is interesting news to him.] Are you?

[bacchusfairy.livejournal.com]

Nope! I'm not a ghost. [He points to himself.] I'm the fairy, Puck!~

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

Puck? [Muttering.] Yes...yes you are. [Gazing above your head.]

[bacchusfairy.livejournal.com]

[Puck tries to follow where he's looking, even spinning around.]

Ne, what are you looking at?

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[Slowly, he looks back down to Puck's eyes.] You.

[bacchusfairy.livejournal.com]

[staaaaaare]

... We should play a game. Don't blink, okay?

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[Staaaaares at you too. He's good at this game.]

[bacchusfairy.livejournal.com]

[Puck keeps staring. He won't lose, dammit!]

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[Also keeps staring. He's an expert. ...Though he may not realize what's going on, so Puck may have an advantage there.]

[bacchusfairy.livejournal.com]

[starestarestare...]

BOO!

[... It was worth a shot.]

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[wandering over] Haven't seen you in a while.

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

Yes...yes...a very long time. [He looks at a spot above your head.] Very long, indeed.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Been keeping busy?

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

Busy. [B's posture gets worse, as if the word carries too much weight for him to keep his head up. He's staring down at your shoes now.] Yesss. Have you?

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[a frown] More or less. Planet-hopping, the usual.