006 → Wandering soul

[wrigurun]

Characters: Wriggle Nightbug, Open
Setting: Floor 48
Format: Post in action, tags in prose or action
Summary: If you venture up to the graveyard tonight there seems to be something lurking about.
Warnings: None

[It certainly had gotten colder all of a sudden. Though the graveyard might be dark a few scattered lights dance in the distance. Faint at first but they gave a distinct, warm glow. Getting a little closer it appears that they're surrounding a small figure draped in white. The folds of the fabric billowed ever so slightly in the breeze as they drifted through the collection of stones. Even though they haven't noticed you, you might have noticed their feet never once touched the floor. If they had feet. It was hard to tell.

Without a sound they stopped. A slight turn of the head, had they noticed you? Maybe not but there's a quiet sniffle and a few gasping breaths. Were they crying or...?]

Ah-ch!

[Probably not. Oddly enough it seems like there are more worms around than usual. Perhaps they have something to do with it]

Comments

[septette]

[ Remilia just kind of raises an eyebrow. She liked to at least sit in the graveyard, mainly near the tombstone that beared Marisa's name, but... ]

Wriggle? Is that you...?

[wrigurun]

[Sniff]

Huh?

[Drearily she floats in Remilia's direction, clutching the sheet tightly in her hands as it trailed along the ground behind her]

Yeah, it's me.

[septette]

[ She frowns, and crosses her arms. ]

Why are you...crying?

[wrigurun]

What? I'm not crying.

[Even though her eyes look a little red they don't look particularly damp. It looks more like she's been rubbing them a bit too much]

[geometry]

[...What is that thing? Wriggle? Is that Wriggle?]

[Warily Equius moves off the staircase and closer to the fluttering white sheet, careful not to step on any bugs as he goes. (It's been a habit of his since... a certain other conversation.) Wriggle never struck him as the type to cry, but of course, she was only a little girl. Even though the equation "Equius + crying" never added up to anything good, he kept going anyway.]

Uh.

Wriggle?

[wrigurun]

Huh?

[Sniff]

Oh, hey Equius.

[With a slightly weak smile she drifted closer, letting the bottom of the sheet drag along the floor. Her face didn't look damp but she did look a little worse for wear]

[geometry]

[Almost immediately, Equius goes for the sheet. He picks it up off the floor and ties it in a knot, letting it hang somewhere around Wriggle's knees. Priorities are A+, as always.]

[That accomplished, he actually bothers to speak to her.]

Are you alright...?

[wrigurun]

Huh? Hey!

[She squirms around a little as the sheet gets tied but for the most part she lets him do it]

I'm fi- ah- ah-ch!

[sniff]

I thought since I'm a ghost now I should probably start acting like one. This seemed like a pretty good place to haunt.

[geometry]

[Equius jumps back.] C-cover your mouth, please!

[...]

[...ok. Done with the germophobia. There were a lot of more important things to address in that sentence.]

Wait, wait. You... you've got a cold! You can't be running around a graveyard with just a sheet! What are you doing out of bed?!

[wrigurun]

[Still sniveling a bit she rubs her nose with one of the sheet corners]

I told you, I need to start taking being a ghost seriously. What kind of a ghost stays in bed all day?

Besides, I took the sheet so I wouldn't get cold.

[geometry]

The kind of ghost that's healthy and doesn't have a cold.

[:I]

Now come on. You're not doing yourself any favors by staying out here. [And casually going to grab her arm and try to drag her off.]

[wrigurun]

[Even if she does let out a very loud grumble she doesn't actively resist being dragged off, although the fact that she's trying to untie the bed sheet again may make things harder. Her legs are getting cold, too bad all she has are shorts]

I'm fine! It's not like it can kill me or anything.

[geometry]

Actually, Wriggle, it can kill you. And even if it doesn't, you'll feel miserable for days afterward.

[Yeah, he's a pushover most of the time. But when someone is sick or injured? That's so fair game it's a little bit ridiculous.]

[wrigurun]

It can't kill you if you're already dead. Don't be stupid!

[geometry]

You can't be already dead, the Tower won't let you.

[GOSH.]

Why do you think you're a ghost?

[vermicompost]

[Kariya wasn't sure what to make of what he saw as he made his slow way through the graveyard. A spirit of some kind? Surely not a monster, or it would try to attack him. Maybe it's another tower resident. It wouldn't be the strangest person he's met here.

He notes the worms, and though they have unpleasant associations for him--his own worms shifting slightly inside him--he manages to avoid stepping on them.]

Hello? Who's there?

[wrigurun]

[Oh! Finally someone to haunt! Wriggle quickly wipes her nose and keeps her head low as she drifts towards him. Wait, what was she suppose to say? What did ghosts normally say when people asked who they were?]

They call me Nightbug, and who might you be?

[She tried to sound as dark and mysterious as possible but Wriggle's nose was too stuffy for it to sound right and it just came out sounding a little silly]

[vermicompost]

Hello, Nightbug. I'm Kariya.

[He smiled. Unaware that he was being haunted and that she was meant to sound dark and mysterious, Kariya introduced himself politely. He didn't miss the congestion in her voice, and he was a little concerned, as he would be for anyone he thought might be unwell.]

Are you all right?

[wrigurun]

[She lets out what was originally meant to be a slight but sinister laugh but ends up chocking slightly on the mucus in her throat]

I've fallen to such a cruel fate, I don't know if I'll ever be alright a- ah- Ah-ch!

[vermicompost]

A cruel fate? [Not catching on to anything sinister, Kariya notes the cough and then the sneeze--oh. He's all concern, in spite of his own poor state.] You have a cold. We can look for something in the infirmary.

[As he moves closer, the parasites within him continue to stir, but he does his best to ignore them.]

[wrigurun]

N-no! Ghosts don't get sick!

[She was quick to change her tone from a poor attempt at being sinister to highly childish. As he walked closer though Wriggle sensed something inside him. It was slight, and she wasn't sure if she really felt it or if it was just the cold making her lightheaded but Wriggle looked at him curiously for a second]

[vermicompost]

You're a ghost?

[He's not entirely sure about that. He smiles lopsidedly, and the worms beneath the skin of the left side of his face shift slightly.]

I've never heard of a ghost getting sick, but you do sound like you have a cold. Are you sure I can't help you?

[wrigurun]

[There it is again! But she shakes it off and snivels again]

Don't think so. Nothing left to do but haunt places...

[vermicompost]

Haunting? Is that what you're doing?

It sounds lonely to me.

[wrigurun]

Oh... uh... I guess it is...

[She can't think of any other ghosts in this place, and most people who were nice to her probably wouldn't want to hang out in a graveyard all the time]