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[ghostlighter]

[Appearing on the Plane is Chris. Say hi to Chris! Unfortunately, he really would rather be the Griever at the moment. Why? Because possessed steak-knives (and other dangerous kitchen utensils) are heading right for him!

Too bad he can't turn into the Griever anymore. While the ghost's power doesn't reach into the Plane and continue to possess the weapons, their momentum is still enough to almost skewer him. Lucky for Chris, his instincts are still as sharp as ever and, when the cutlery is just about to hit their mark, he disappears in a very gay sparkly whiteblue flurry of orbs, only to reappear a few feet off to the side. He looks pretty shocked that it happened.]

I— That was—

... That's not possible.

(ooc: Experiment start. Chris's status as a halfa has been rescinded, in exchange for regaining both his Whitelighter and witch abilities~)

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[ghostlighter]

[... what has he done.]

Used to be. Half.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Earned a shadow, that's what. Who is, by the way, not lookin' so hot. Well no, actually she's looking rather feverish.]

But that's... you're... really?

[ghostlighter]

I— I'm not supposed to be. Not anymore.

[He frowns in concern, though, and kneels down.] Henrietta, are you alright?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But you are. [*____________*] Do you have wings too?

[Eep] No, I'm fine, really.

[ghostlighter]

Only metaphorically.

You don't look it. What's wrong?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah, that's too bad.

[Sh...shifty look.] It's just a fever.

[ghostlighter]

Sorry to disappoint.

Just a fever? [Okay, taking her hand. And once again cursing his lack of healing magic. Dammit, deficit Whitelighter genes.] Let's go back to the apartment. Danny can handle the ghost, but you should probably lay down or something.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, I'm not!

[Looks away guiltily] I'm okay. It'll go away eventually.

[ghostlighter]

I know, I was just— It's a saying.

[... quirks a brow at her.] Will it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes. [Still not lookin' at him]

[ghostlighter]

What is it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Just a fever.

[ghostlighter]

[Watches her.]

No, it's not.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Flinch] I'm not really that bad at lying, am I?

[ghostlighter]

I think I just know you too well by now.

... Henrietta, please.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

It's really not that bad. It won't get any worse.

[ghostlighter]

Fine. But.. you obviously know what's going on, so... what is it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Mumbles something]

[ghostlighter]

Come again?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[....]

Conditioning.

[ghostlighter]

... Conditioning? It's— It's making you sick?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Wince] It's really not that bad.

[ghostlighter]

Henrietta, it's making you ill. Whether it's severe or not... That still isn't a good thing.

How often does this happen?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Looking at the ground.] Not often.

[ghostlighter]

Then how do you know it's the conditioning?