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.

[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?

[wrigurun]

Well... because I died. When everyone was in costume I got crushed by mine.

So since I died I must be a ghost.

[By now she's almost completely forgotten the feeling, hence why should could talk about it as if it were unimportant. Besides, it was a while ago. Sometimes she forgets that she's dead, everything seems the same. Well, almost everything... Something still feels off]

[geometry]

No, Wriggle, that... the Tower doesn't work that way.

[He sighs.]

When people die here, they're revived. You aren't a ghost. You're still, uh, normal.

Now come on. You're going to get even sicker.

[He is marching her right down to the kitchen. Soup is in order, now.]

[wrigurun]

[Now she does start actively trying to resist, tugging back on his arm]

Wait a minute that doesn't make any sense!

What do you mean revived? If I'm not a ghost then what am I? A zombie?

[septette]

[ She frowns, and crosses her arms. ]

Why are you...crying?

[geometry]

No, you're not a ghost or a zombie! You're just... whatever you are in the Tower. [Hey, some people think they're astral projections.]

I don't know how it happens either. But it happens.

[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]

[wrigurun]

[She squints a little, trying to comprehend exactly what he just explained]

So... You're saying even though I died, I'm not dead?

[geometry]

[As far as the Tower knows,] Yes.

...Now come on. I'm making you soup and then you're going to bed.

[Whee, the kitchen! What a fun place. There's a table in the corner there if Wriggle wants to sit down.]

[wrigurun]

[Still trying to digest what he just said she lets herself get dragged along quite easily. It feels like tugging against a kite. In the kitchen she sits down, still with the sheet even though it's a little warmer. Absentmindedly she speaks again, obvious directed at Equius but she says it as if talking to herself]

So how does it work? Why don't people die when they're killed? Is it like that in your world?

[geometry]

I don't know... none of us know. It just happens.

What do you want in the soup?

[wrigurun]

Then how do you know it happens? How do you know everyone isn't just dead?

[With the sheet finally successfully untied she covers her bare legs with it]

...Can I have nectar?

[geometry]

Because we still have physical bodies and--

[ ... ]

...Nectar?



Uh.

I don't know if we have. Nectar.

But I'll look.

[How do you even cook with nectar? How does that happen? Sighing, Equius finds to his surprise a small jar of nectar, and tosses its contents into the soup. He then turns around to look at her, arms folded and looking much more responsible than he actually is.]

Alright. Now after you eat this you need to go straight to bed, understand? Sleep there for a while, and don't go anywhere cold.