Nice work you did. You're gonna go far, kid.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

[In a hallway, Liquid sat up suddenly. A dream? Had he pulled a Mantis and just... walked out here in his sleep? That was a disturbing dream if that was the case. Hal holding the smoking gun right at him, Talib calling him an ally of his- He was under a bit too much stress with that man around. Liquid stood, reaching for a nearby doorknob.]

[And watched his hand plunge right into the door]

[... no. No, no, no. He couldn't be dead, not at Hal's hands. It was a trick door, one the Nexus-]

[He wasn't actually touching the ground.]

... damn!


((Context? You say you want context to this ghost? ... fine.))

Comments

[littlesoviet.livejournal.com]

Huh? What do you mean?

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

You've never lost anyone here? Death is... not permanent here.

[littlesoviet.livejournal.com]

I haven't been here that long...
But anyway, that's still impossible!

[He steps closer, leaning to the side a bit as he looks through Liquid.]

You're a ghost, you can't...not be a ghost anymore!

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Apparently that is the nature of this place. Impossible, and yet still happens.

[littlesoviet.livejournal.com]

[He crossed his arms, dubious.]

Are you suuuure?

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I have experience in it, brat.

[littlesoviet.livejournal.com]

Huh? I'm notta brat!

[He puffs his cheeks, insulted.]