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[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[So! Guess who has been being annoyingly vocal about getting out? And who has a whole new set of icons due to a whim?

That's right! Brigitta is back on the Plane yet again, this time looking a lot more dressed up than usual, clingy red dress, done up hair, make up... The works, she looks like she's been to a great big party, and also looks like she isn't all that happy about it.

...Okay, she definitely isn't all that happy about it, especially since she's had to leave her weapons behind, the moment that Brigitta appears she pretty much rips her hair out of its style and lets out a sound close to a growl, this has not been a very good day] I really don't understand why this is necessary, the least he could do is wear the dress.

[She grumbles again and runs a hand through her hair before dumping herself on the ground and lying flat out to stare at the stars, it's both ruining her dress and getting her to relax! Yay!]

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[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...Hm, that seems a tiny bit boring really.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[is taken aback] Boring?! How so?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

If I have to go out I want it to be dramatic, saving a few people and taking as many demons out as I can... I want it to be memorable.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

But if it all ends, nobody will be around who can remember such a thing.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Actually, my way will have somebody for a few seconds or so.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[he nods slowly, conceding that point] Well yes, but is it worth it for a few seconds recognition?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

At least somebody will mourn, and the world won't move on if it dies when I do.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[almost points out that if the world is ending, a few seconds might not be long enough for them to anyway, but decides if that's what she believes, then so be it.] Hopefully, it won't ever have to come to that.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Hopefully not; it'd be rubbish if we won against the demons and then the world stopped existing.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[smiles slightly] Does the thought of the potentially wasted effort bother you?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Course it does! My son hasn't dedicated his life for nothing.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[blinks] You have a son?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Yes, lovely boy! [Softer, her face moving to something slightly more adoring His names Beranabus, he saves the world.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Sounds like he'd get on well with the Doctor.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Probably! They both have that wonderful noble thing going on... Apparently.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

...Apparently?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

I sort of... Died right after he was born.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[well, that does explain why she feels very slightly off to him] I see. Death doesn't seem to have had such a solid grip on you, though.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Of course not- I managed to claw my way back.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Your son...does he know you're alive?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...No, nobody has informed him yet.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

I see. How old is he?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Uh... I don't know exactly, over three thousand?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

He's what?! How is that even possible? [for a human, he means]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[A little snappily] How did I come back to life? Some questions can't be answered.