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[ghostlighter]

[It's been a while since the Griever put in an appearance on the Plane. Currently, he's flying about eight-to-ten feet above the 'ground', and surveying the area. He's not quite sure what he's looking for, but... after the surprise of an alternate version of himself and his brother, it never hurts to check for something new. Strapped to his belt is a metal thermos with green paneling interspersed on it.

Rule of kids' TV says those who know Chris won't recognize him as the Griever, despite the only differences being in his eyes turning to a glowing red, his hair turning blond, and his voice gaining and echo quality—unless you already know the secret. Let's just go with it, shall we?]

(ooc: Totally open post. Anyone and everyone should come bug the neurotic halfa. o/)

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[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[STARE]

[ghostlighter]

[... pause?]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

You're flying...?

[ghostlighter]

Uh... yeah. Ghosts tend to do that.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

You're a ghost?

[ghostlighter]

[Crosses his arms loosely and nods.]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't know to be amazed or scared, so he settles on awestruck]

[ghostlighter]

I'm guessing you've never seen one before.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Can't say I have. At least not ones that weren't trying to kill me.

[ghostlighter]

Oh. Well... think of me as a friendly ghost, if it helps. [Just don't call him Casper. :|]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

I will then.

I'm Isaac.

[ghostlighter]

Isaac. [Nod of greeting.] You can call me the Griever.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

[Yuri does not trust people who can float and have glowy eyes. All the ones he's meet haven't exactly been friendly. So he currently has his claw weapons on and is mentally debating which of his fusions would be most affective.]

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Want some company?

Well, even if you didn't, there's some spiky-haired punk doing spins and flips in your airspace.]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Griever? Alright. It's nice to meet you.

[ghostlighter]

[The Griever almost passes this guy by without noticing, but something about his stance has the ghost stopping and regarding the guy warily.]

... What?

[ghostlighter]

[Uhhhh. The Griever stops and watches for a moment, bemused.]

[ghostlighter]

Nice to meet you, too.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[He can't hover, really, but he CAN grab onto a streetlamp, skate in a spiral down it, then kick up some astral dust as he brakes below.]

[ghostlighter]

[After a moment, he just tilts his head.]

Having fun?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[He gives Ghost Boy a thumbs up.]

How 'bout you?

[ghostlighter]

[A shrug in return.]

I'm not the one flipping around everywhere.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

You should try it.

[ghostlighter]

... Why?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

'cause that's real flying.