That’s very kind of you to say, spooky invisible dead man.
“Really,” she says, more to fill in the space than anything else. The Host’s dumb joke aside, Rute fiddles with a bit of her hair, realizes that she’s doing it, and forces her hand down. Ah, nothing like mentioning her appearance to make her extremely self-conscious. Even if it’s in the context of “You don’t look much like a zombie.”
The Host goes on to explain the ghostly situation, while Rute nods along. It’s mostly out of her depth, although she does comment on one point: “Huh. That makes sense,” she says. “Animals can have very different ways of perceiving things from humans. Like how a dog can perceive scents a human would never be able to pick up on.”
She’s tempted to go on a further tangent about it but the Host’s explanation isn’t finished, so she waits for him to finish the rest. The way he puts it makes it sound as if ghosts are like copies of a once-real thing. Poly would love this. Rute isn’t so sure about it. Having a better sense of how haunted things work also gives her a sense of just how disconnected from her day to day life that the unlife is.
And then there’s the abrupt breeze and the ringing of bells, and despite the gentleness of the sound Rute yelps, a shudder going through her. When the breeze fades she shoots a sharp glance at the bells, but they remain unhelpful. “Okay,” she says, her voice just a bit less steady than earlier, “Thanks for the explanation, but what-" She gestures at the bells, "What was that about?”
And there’s another question that’s on her mind now. “Just how many of you are there, in this place?”
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Date: 2019-01-01 07:06 am (UTC)That’s very kind of you to say, spooky invisible dead man.“Really,” she says, more to fill in the space than anything else. The Host’s dumb joke aside, Rute fiddles with a bit of her hair, realizes that she’s doing it, and forces her hand down. Ah, nothing like mentioning her appearance to make her extremely self-conscious. Even if it’s in the context of “You don’t look much like a zombie.”
The Host goes on to explain the ghostly situation, while Rute nods along. It’s mostly out of her depth, although she does comment on one point: “Huh. That makes sense,” she says. “Animals can have very different ways of perceiving things from humans. Like how a dog can perceive scents a human would never be able to pick up on.”
She’s tempted to go on a further tangent about it but the Host’s explanation isn’t finished, so she waits for him to finish the rest. The way he puts it makes it sound as if ghosts are like copies of a once-real thing. Poly would love this. Rute isn’t so sure about it. Having a better sense of how haunted things work also gives her a sense of just how disconnected from her day to day life that the unlife is.
And then there’s the abrupt breeze and the ringing of bells, and despite the gentleness of the sound Rute yelps, a shudder going through her. When the breeze fades she shoots a sharp glance at the bells, but they remain unhelpful. “Okay,” she says, her voice just a bit less steady than earlier, “Thanks for the explanation, but what-" She gestures at the bells, "What was that about?”
And there’s another question that’s on her mind now. “Just how many of you are there, in this place?”