06-18-2018, 11:04 AM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
”Uh-huh,” he said in place of a “you’re welcome”, yawning slightly. Whatever Rad had given him had truly knocked him the fuck out for a while there, and while he was obviously awake now, he was a little groggy still. He paused as the ghost offered a name, and realized belatedly that he’d neglected to offer his own (again). ”Oh, yeah. ‘M Bast. Nice to meet you and shit.” Nice to be haunted by you? Whatever. Semantics and all that jazz. He considered for a moment and then provided, ”We can have, like, ghostly book club. Or tea time at the Starpool. Ya’know, the likes.” A pause. ”There’s no where else you can... hang? What if we set up an ouija board or somethin’ in our camp?”
He had no idea what exactly made something “Force” heavy, but he assumed it was something ghostly. Ghost energy. Spiritual shit. Maybe they just had to make the Observatory seem haunted to make it a good... place to appear. Or whatever made this guy able to come to the Pool and not elsewhere. (Bast was still half convinced the Observatory already was haunted, frankly.)
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSHe had no idea what exactly made something “Force” heavy, but he assumed it was something ghostly. Ghost energy. Spiritual shit. Maybe they just had to make the Observatory seem haunted to make it a good... place to appear. Or whatever made this guy able to come to the Pool and not elsewhere. (Bast was still half convinced the Observatory already was haunted, frankly.)
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]