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Location: Condo Lobby -> Hallway, Umbra Rose
Timeframe: Early Morning
As Velvet nodded to the void, a pen floated up into the air and scribbled a quick note in the Umbra Rose guest book.
Hey, dweeb.
Setting the pen down neatly on the counter, Suzy cracked a slight smile. Velvet had been perhaps the closest she had to a friend in the afterlife despite the fact they rarely spoke to each other. Before, Suzy would've figured the vampire hated her ghastly guts; her ability to manipulate electricity often interfering with Velvet's game time. Yet when you're awake at night, all alone with the dark, lonely thoughts floating around in your headβit was nice to have someone to communicate with once in awhile.
That being said, sometimes the vampire was enough to make even a ghost groan. Oh, sure, complain all you want about your appearance in front of Suzy. It wasn't like she was eternally cursed to wear the same outfit she died in for the rest of her days, much less alter her appearance.
Sighing, Suzy watched Velvet storm off in search of her daily blood sacrifice before she turned to face the new arrival that had addressed her. Someone able to see her was of great interest to Suzy, even though she had been unlikely to show it.
"I'm used to it."
Her pale, white eyes gazed in the direction of the woman's golden tails, watching them dance in the air not unlike a hypnotic spell. The fox-woman was unfamiliar to Suzy; her thoughts darting through the mostly European "mythological" creatures she had known of to put more than a name to the woman. Unfortunately, it was mostly for naught, instead only coming to a blank. If only she paid more attention in Mr. Gallagher's class when she was still alive.
"Suzy." She responded aptly. "Not many people with tails like that."
Before either of them could continue the conversation much more, however, another fox-like woman burst into the room and spoke of an on-going fight. Violence, of course there had to be violence. It seemed that monsters acted more like children than the literal teenager, Suzy haughtily thought.
Yet when the fox-woman showed the bite marks, everything had changed for Suzy. A long-forgotten feeling stirred within her disembodied chest, prompting Suzy to take off towards the direction the woman came from.
Entering the hallway, Suzy came face-to-face with a scene that would've terrified her when she was alive. Problem was, she was still terrified at what she was seeing while she was dead. Not because of what, but rather who.
Velvet was about to be mauled by a werewolf. Her friend was about to be mauled by a werewolf.
Straining herself to her fullest potential, Suzy reached out from the void in hopes she could pull Velvet away from the leaping beast eager to rip her to shreds. She wailed in pain, expending much of the energy she had siphoned from various sources to help the vampire. Suzy had no idea if it would work, but God willing (even after He had forsaken her to eternally walk the earthly realm), the gamble would be enough.
Hey, dweeb.
Setting the pen down neatly on the counter, Suzy cracked a slight smile. Velvet had been perhaps the closest she had to a friend in the afterlife despite the fact they rarely spoke to each other. Before, Suzy would've figured the vampire hated her ghastly guts; her ability to manipulate electricity often interfering with Velvet's game time. Yet when you're awake at night, all alone with the dark, lonely thoughts floating around in your headβit was nice to have someone to communicate with once in awhile.
That being said, sometimes the vampire was enough to make even a ghost groan. Oh, sure, complain all you want about your appearance in front of Suzy. It wasn't like she was eternally cursed to wear the same outfit she died in for the rest of her days, much less alter her appearance.
Sighing, Suzy watched Velvet storm off in search of her daily blood sacrifice before she turned to face the new arrival that had addressed her. Someone able to see her was of great interest to Suzy, even though she had been unlikely to show it.
"I'm used to it."
Her pale, white eyes gazed in the direction of the woman's golden tails, watching them dance in the air not unlike a hypnotic spell. The fox-woman was unfamiliar to Suzy; her thoughts darting through the mostly European "mythological" creatures she had known of to put more than a name to the woman. Unfortunately, it was mostly for naught, instead only coming to a blank. If only she paid more attention in Mr. Gallagher's class when she was still alive.
"Suzy." She responded aptly. "Not many people with tails like that."
Before either of them could continue the conversation much more, however, another fox-like woman burst into the room and spoke of an on-going fight. Violence, of course there had to be violence. It seemed that monsters acted more like children than the literal teenager, Suzy haughtily thought.
Yet when the fox-woman showed the bite marks, everything had changed for Suzy. A long-forgotten feeling stirred within her disembodied chest, prompting Suzy to take off towards the direction the woman came from.
Entering the hallway, Suzy came face-to-face with a scene that would've terrified her when she was alive. Problem was, she was still terrified at what she was seeing while she was dead. Not because of what, but rather who.
Velvet was about to be mauled by a werewolf. Her friend was about to be mauled by a werewolf.
Straining herself to her fullest potential, Suzy reached out from the void in hopes she could pull Velvet away from the leaping beast eager to rip her to shreds. She wailed in pain, expending much of the energy she had siphoned from various sources to help the vampire. Suzy had no idea if it would work, but God willing (even after He had forsaken her to eternally walk the earthly realm), the gamble would be enough.
