Ghosting [Carl]
Dec 4, 2016 23:54:46 GMT -7
Post by Limen on Dec 4, 2016 23:54:46 GMT -7
It’d been something like two months since she’d started hauling that hunk of rock on a string and the book that came packaged with around with her. In that time, the number of ghost sightings she’d had - the real ones, not the fake ones she made up to scare the Panda unpowereds and young supers - had gone up significantly. Considering that neck decoration had been Keeper property previous to that time and, while Limen did think of herself as a paranormal epicure and herself sometimes a haunt should someone be in need of one, she had never before been haunted. There was a correlation to be had, and after two months of searching and failing, help to be found.
Good thing Emerald City had its own resident necromancer. The guy had ghosts do his battle for him, so he must know a lot about spirits and all their deal, right? Plus he was a Bulwark, and in her experience, Bulwarks were the helpful sort. It was perfect.
So Limen waited until it was night (less police intervention when it was hard to see the thing to intervene with), he was alone (less fellow Bulwark intervention), and she had an idea for her escape stage left. Bulwarks were helpful and all, but apparently she’d done a poor job of keeping up good relations with Justice and the occasional Bulwark had a small problem with that and made it their business to solve it. Since she’d never met this small Bulwark before and she was hoping he was the sort to solve things made his business, she was trying to cover her bases.
Downtown was where all of these factors came together. Nice place it had been, since the dragon attack - lots of cool new buildings she could wander about and sleep in without people getting too mad at her. She’d thus far managed only to mistakenly knock down one moderately large weakened wall by complete accident (last week - it’d involved a rocket launcher she’d forgotten was loaded and the wrong rock falling in the wrong place while she was trying to get some sleep; needless to say she quickly found sleep elsewhere), so she was still a good ways behind the dragon in terms of destruction caused. Not bad, if she got a say in the matter.
Made sense this is where she’d come across the Bulwark. In the hopes of not coming off as assaultive, Limen withheld her usual greeting methods of message arrow and/or tackle hug in favor of simply sliding her way noiselessly down the side of the nearby building she’d been scouting from and stepping out of the shadows in the neighbouring vicinity of him like a good non-threatening pandaemonium.
“Hey! Carl, yeah?” She called, giving him a wide over the head wave. She trotted towards him with a friendly grin. “Say, dead stuff - ghosts, spirits, whatnot - that’s your thing, right? Don’t suppose I could bother you for your assistance on something topic-related?”
Carl
Good thing Emerald City had its own resident necromancer. The guy had ghosts do his battle for him, so he must know a lot about spirits and all their deal, right? Plus he was a Bulwark, and in her experience, Bulwarks were the helpful sort. It was perfect.
So Limen waited until it was night (less police intervention when it was hard to see the thing to intervene with), he was alone (less fellow Bulwark intervention), and she had an idea for her escape stage left. Bulwarks were helpful and all, but apparently she’d done a poor job of keeping up good relations with Justice and the occasional Bulwark had a small problem with that and made it their business to solve it. Since she’d never met this small Bulwark before and she was hoping he was the sort to solve things made his business, she was trying to cover her bases.
Downtown was where all of these factors came together. Nice place it had been, since the dragon attack - lots of cool new buildings she could wander about and sleep in without people getting too mad at her. She’d thus far managed only to mistakenly knock down one moderately large weakened wall by complete accident (last week - it’d involved a rocket launcher she’d forgotten was loaded and the wrong rock falling in the wrong place while she was trying to get some sleep; needless to say she quickly found sleep elsewhere), so she was still a good ways behind the dragon in terms of destruction caused. Not bad, if she got a say in the matter.
Made sense this is where she’d come across the Bulwark. In the hopes of not coming off as assaultive, Limen withheld her usual greeting methods of message arrow and/or tackle hug in favor of simply sliding her way noiselessly down the side of the nearby building she’d been scouting from and stepping out of the shadows in the neighbouring vicinity of him like a good non-threatening pandaemonium.
“Hey! Carl, yeah?” She called, giving him a wide over the head wave. She trotted towards him with a friendly grin. “Say, dead stuff - ghosts, spirits, whatnot - that’s your thing, right? Don’t suppose I could bother you for your assistance on something topic-related?”
Carl