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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

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Well... we really aren't supposed to leave witnesses. I don't know.

[ghostlighter]

I don't want you to get in trouble, but... those people don't deserve to die because of such a simple accident.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[A pause as she thinks about this] If I told Signore Jose, do you think he would listen?

[ghostlighter]

... told him about what part?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

About not killing witnesses.

[ghostlighter]

I don't know. Right now... let's.. not, alright? [Sighs and leans his head back against the wall.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Oh right, wounded. She comes and crouches next to him.] How does it feel? For you, I mean?

[ghostlighter]

[Glances down to her.] Not so bad. [Slight smile here.] I've had worse.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Almost-but-not-quite touches it.] But what's it like? Is it different from being hurt when you're a regular person?

[ghostlighter]

[Watching, kind of wary. Even it would be an accident, he doesn't want his wound poked at.] Yeah... It's hard to explain, though.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Is it like... [Frowning] I know we feel differently, cyborgs do, but I don't know how it usually feels anyway. Like, the pain stops--well. It doesn't stop, really, it just... it's like someone's putting their finger on the spot, to remind us it's there. And it comes back when our adrenaline drops below a certain level.

[ghostlighter]

[He tilts his head back to look at the stars.] No, not quite. It's more like... if I get hit, or thrown into a wall or anything, it just hurts for a minute. The pain runs over the spot, like one last attempt at... living, I guess. Then it's gone.

It's a little different when I get cut or something, though, since that doesn't just go away.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

So it still hurts? When you turn back, is it still going to be there?

[ghostlighter]

Probably? I don't particularly want to test it right now.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[...she's not sure why she's so fascinated by the wound. Maybe the green blood, maybe because she's never really had a chance to interact with someone who's been hurt who wasn't a cyborg.] How does it feel when you get hurt and aren't this way?

[ghostlighter]

It just... hurts. I'm not really sure how to explain.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh. [She sits down.] You'll be all right, though? You can't die, right?

[ghostlighter]

I'm not going to die from this. It should stop bleeding soon, anyway.