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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.

Comments

[ghostlighter]

I startled her? I don't exactly look like a normal person, either.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But how did you get there? Was she on a mission?

[ghostlighter]

I already told you. A portal in the Ghost Zone. I think she was just... cleaning her gun when I showed up.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But there isn't one in the warehouse, is there?

[ghostlighter]

Not last I checked. But, uh... isn't it possible this is some sort of reality merge?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...oh! You think?

[ghostlighter]

I don't know what else it could be.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But that's wonderful! Where did you come out?

[ghostlighter]

[Shrugs a little? Then winces and curls up that much more.] Laundry room? I think? The portal kind of like a washing machine...

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah, Chris... [Right, other people don't feel pain the way she does.] Um... Can I help?

[ghostlighter]

Don't think so. [Shakes his head just a little.] I'll be okay. It's... not as bad as it could have been.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...it's green. [Stares and reaches out to touch the blood]

[ghostlighter]

[He phases instinctively so she doesn't actually poke at the wound on accident.]

Yeah. It's ghost blood.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Twitches back] Ah, I wouldn't hurt you.

[ghostlighter]

[... realizes what he's doing, and stops.] Sorry.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Still sort of wants to touch it, because she's weird like that] It's okay.

[ghostlighter]

[Shifts so that his free hand can cover the wound, and holds up his other, already-bloodied hand for her to inspect if she wants.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She touches it, rubs it between her fingers, smells it.] It's not different, though, really.

[ghostlighter]

[While she does that, he shifts back to the way he was, since it's a little more comfortable that way.] It's not?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Well, it doesn't feel different or smell different, really.

[ghostlighter]

It definitely looks different, though.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Well, yes, but so do you right now, and you're still Chris.

[ghostlighter]

I... guess so. I never thought of it like that.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...really?

[ghostlighter]

... yeah?