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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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"Oh, well, that's good." He rubbed his face once just to be sure, even though he was very sure there was nothing on it. He had a second strong hunch, that one being that she was looking for his power that oozed out of his vessel no matter what he wanted. Ah, the inconvenience of being almighty.

He closed his eyes, trying to sense the water, the dirt - everything. It was a mess. A god-forsaken mess, literally and metaphorically. With a sigh, he opened them again and stared at his shoes. "And you'd have to do it all at once, too." Even the thought was tiring. "You'd probably need a god or something."

She gave a soft snort, which was mostly muffled by the scarf around her lower face. "A god or someone wi' god-like powers." While she fell into the second category she could only deal death. The Nether was only good for converting Aether, not the other way around. She couldn't take away Nether energy from everything that was dead and bring it back because that just wasn't how it worked.

"Know anyone?" He asked, with a grin at the corner of his mouth. She had a sense too her, he'd decided.

There was strength there, but it at least sounded like she would have used it if she could. And with all the different kinds of powers and magics here, it was difficult to tell what exactly one person could do, as opposed to the next.

"'Fraid no'." She leaned back on the bench with a sigh and shook her head. "Not even back home."

If she thought the Nether would be any use to bringing life to a dead place she would have used it after her arrive. But Nether was death, it didn't allow for things to live and grow aside from herself. Of course, if she were ever cut off from the source of her power she wouldn't live long after.

"Suppose we jus' gotta make do."

"That's how things have to be, don't they?" He offered a slightly dramatic sigh. They were always making do. Humans, trying and failing with their laundry list of flaws. Angels, half-stuck between missing father and their loyalty. And him, constantly fighting against the endless injustices thrown in his direction.

"I guess making do is all we can manage."

Ghost shrugged at the same time giving a little nod. "Yeah, I guess so."

Just making do was the way things were back home. Human despised and feared any different from them so it was difficult to have a life.

"But it's important to carry on despite those difficulties." He offered her a crooked kind of smile, standing up and looking at the sky, letting the ever-present rain drip into his sides and slide through his hair. "And perserve through them to succeed. That's how we can show those who hate us that we don't need them. That we're better than them."

He looked back at her. "Something tells me you've got plenty of those types."

Ghost looked up at him, eyes slightly wide and eyebrows raised. She'd heard those words many times back home. From those that believed that their gifts made them better than humans. And while Ghost was often inclined to agree with them their methods for attempting to prove that were deplorable.

"Perhaps we are better."

He offered her a welcoming kind of smile, meeting her whited-out eyes. "We are," he assured her, with a nod. "Don't you worry about that."

Ghost simply nodded, not wanting to say anything more on the subject. Thinking herself better than humans made her feel uncomfortable, even if she did sometimes think it. It didn't matter if it was a true statement or not, it was still a little unnerving. When one with power started thinking themself better that's when they stopped regarding the lives of those "below" them as worthless.

"Well," he said, after a few moments, leaning back on the bench. He adopted an air of studying the crowds, although it was fairly clearly only for appearances. His blue eyes slide back to her, the sly smile still in the corner of his lip. There's something a little unfriendly about it, really.

"Is this your favorite place for people-watching? It's a pretty good spot for this kind of thing."

Ghost didn't seem too put off about that smile of his. Despite the fact she couldn't figure out what he was she was sure he wouldn't do anything here.

"I don' actually people watch of'en. Don' really have a favourite spot for it."

"I think people-watching is amazing," he turned back towards the crowd, studying them even as he spoke. "I mean, the things they do, and the things they say and the people they spend time with - well, quite frankly, I don't know if I'd believe if I didn't see it with my own eyes. I mean some of these people..."

He gestured towards the general crowd.

"...They're just so stupid. LIke cattle." The disgust his voice was more than evident at this point, a faint frown pulling the corners of his lips down. "It's nice to know that they're real good at reinforcing all these beliefs."

Okay...that comment did make her a little uncomfortable. Beneath her scarf she frowned then turned her gaze away.

"One...way of lookin' at it, I guess."

He sighed, shifting restlessly. Then, he looked back over to her. "How do you see it?"

She shrugged. "Jus' people goin' 'bout their day."

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