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[ghostlighter]

[Enter the Griever! As always, the blond hair, glowing red eyes and echo-y voice pretty much guarantee you won't recognize him as Chris. He appears with some momentum, and smacks into the wall of the ballroom. A hand is at his side, where some green blood seeps slowly through his fingers. He looks pretty incredulous.]

Who actually gives a little girl a sniper—?! [Realization dawns!] ...rifle. [He knocks his head back against the wall. Guess who just discovered his merge with Henrietta?] You've got to be kidding.

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...Chris?

[ghostlighter]

... Hey.

[Don't mind him, he just has a little bullet wound in his side here.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

What happened?

[Pause, and her expression darkens]

Who hurt you?

[ghostlighter]

I... went through a portal in the Ghost Zone.

[Deliberates on this second part.]

She had really short blond hair and blue eyes. ... I think I just startled her, though.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But she hurt you. [Not making the connection, nope.]

[ghostlighter]

It could have been worse. [Small shrug. And.. speaking of which, he raises his free hand to wiggle his fingers and wonder just wtf he actually did to deflect the bullet.]

Besides [a glance back up to her] I don't you should hold it against her.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Frown] ...against her?

[ghostlighter]

I get— [He shifts, but then hisses at the movement before picking back up.] ... the feeling she's a friend of yours.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Pause] Rico did?

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[Willow's need to HELP is pinged muchly.]

Hey. Um, need some healing? Or does that have the opposite effect on you?

[ghostlighter]

[Glances up at her, and then just shakes his head.] I don't know. Last time someone healed me, it was with water somehow, but the way I'm usually used to it, I doubt it would actually work.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[Frowns; she's not one to give up.] Can I at least try? If it starts to hurt you can just... Smack my hand away or something.

[ghostlighter]

[He shifts a little and slowly pulls his hand away.] Knock yourself out.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[A wry smirk.] Be careful what you wish for. [Witchcraft is a go, and hay thar, it's working.]

[ghostlighter]

[He smirks a little back, then watches.] How...?

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[A smile!] Never underestimate the power of a witch who knows what she's doing.

And there, you're all healed up. Didn't even leave a scar.

[ghostlighter]

[Wait. Witch?] ... thanks.

I've never heard of a witch who could heal like that before.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Little girls with guns? Sounds familiar.

[ghostlighter]

[Blink. Glances over...]

Does it?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Er...never mind.

What'd you do to piss her off?

[ghostlighter]

[Inward sigh of relief!]

Just showed up. [Quirk of a brow.] ... Nice wings, by the way.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Ngh] Yeah, thanks.

So what are you, a ghost or something?

[ghostlighter]

[faint amusement!] What else would I be?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Good point. It's just that you don't feel quite like any of the spirits I've met before, is all.

[ghostlighter]

I don't? [>->]