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[ghostling]

Date & Time: 1/4; afternoon
Location: Around the Hold
Characters: Ghost and ANYONE
Summary: Ghost is out and about, mostly sulking and trying to avoid people.
Warnings: Uh, depends on who shows up?

[Since the whole deal with Koltira, Ghost has mostly been holed up in her room. She's barely left it. But even she gets a little stir-crazy so she decided to go for a walk. A task easier said than done given the damaged state of her helmet. With it no longer functioning properly she couldn't wear it. Not wearing it means people will know what she looks like. What she sounds like.

That definitely leaves the Network out of question. At least in person she can give a false name. There's only two people, aside from maybe her roommates, that know what she really looks and sounds like.

She's completely bundled up, arms and hands completely covered. Her face mostly hidden behind a scarf and the shadow of her hood. It would have to do. Although the faint glow of her eyes wasn't hard to miss.

For the most part she's just out trying to get some "fresh" air while avoiding as many people as possible. Although avoiding people isn't easy. Eventually she settles down on a bench in what she assumes passes for a park. At least the pastime of people watching never goes out of style.]

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[ghostling]

[Her attentions snaps back to Sam upon hearing his greeting. She gives a little nod.]

If y'consider rain an' cold good.

[undroppedeaves]

Well it seems to be the only option here, and saying 'bad day' just strikes me as a gloomy greeting to give someone, if you follow me miss.

[ghostling]

Suppose that's true. [She eyes him, it wasn't until he got closer that she realized how small he is and she finds that rather strange.

In any case, gloved hand motions to the empty bench beside her as an invite to sit.]

[undroppedeaves]

[He does as she gestures scrambling up onto the bench which is a little bit too big for him to simply sit down on.]

[ghostling]

[She watches him in silence, not offering to help.]

So...what're doin' out in this dreary weather? [Might as well make polite conversation.]

[undroppedeaves]

[That's fine, he's up and sitting next to her with a smile.] Just walking, trying to get my bearings still. How about you miss?

[ghostling]

I needed out fo' a while. Bein' cooped up so long was startin' to get t'me.

[undroppedeaves]

[Sam nodded] I understand that, even with the weather it's better than staying indoors all day.

[ghostling]

The weather doesn' bother me much. If it was pourin' down rain that'd be 'nother story.

[undroppedeaves]

I guess it does plenty of that here as well.

[ghostling]

It does. [She tilts her head back and squints up at the sky.]

An' wi' it always bein' so cloudy it's hard to tell if it's gonna rain or no'.

[undroppedeaves]

[Also looking at the skies] Do the clouds ever go away?

[ghostling]

Haven' seen I've been here. Doubt they e'er do. [She sighs heavily.]

Makes me miss the stars.

[undroppedeaves]

Well that's fair depressing news. [He continued watching the clouds.] Aye stars and clear blue skies and the sun and moon.

[ghostling]

Got a friend who's tryin' t' fix that. We'll see how it goes.

[undroppedeaves]

Trying to fix the weather? How's he planning on doing that?

[ghostling]

No' 'xactly fix it. He's been workin' on this cannon that if it works it can be used to temporarily part the clouds and give e'eryone some sunlight for a li'l while.

At leas' tha's what I gathered when talkin' he was talkin' 'bout it.

[undroppedeaves]

[Have some confused blinking] Something to part the clouds? Is it some sort of magic?

[ghostling]

[She shook her head.]

No, it's a cannon. You know, like the weapon. Only it's powerful enough to cause the clouds to part.

[undroppedeaves]

Cannon? What weapon? [Sam looked confused, though he was beginning to get used to this, not understanding things.]

[ghostling]

[She stares at him for a moment in confusion.]

You've...never seen a cannon befo'?

[undroppedeaves]

No. I'm not sure what one is I'm afraid.

[ghostling]

Um...well...

[Beneath her scarf she frowns as tries to think of how to describe a cannon.]

They're usually pretty big, made of metal. Y'put gunpowder in it an' ligh' it up an' they shoot out these big heavy metal balls that destroy things. Only...tha's the ol' kinda cannon.

Where I'm from they can shoot energy an' don' require gunpowder anymo'.

[undroppedeaves]

Well I'm afraid I don't know what gunpowder is either. [Sam tried to imagine what she was saying. Big metal things that shot out heavy balls and destroyed things... He shuddered at the image]

[ghostling]

... [More staring.]

...Okay. What are weapons like in your world?