Larry winces as Helga starts getting loud, hoping he wouldn't have to try and be a mediator for a confused ghost. He backs up a step and sets off the gearboy again, bracing, and...
It's like a puddle of gore forms in reverse from the floor, tissue flowing upward onto bones as they materialize. a ragged skirt flows into view followed by a dirty blouse with puffed sleeves. It reads as 70s to him, which...well, it seems appropriate to him. Long, lank blond hair and a vacant eyes complete the look of a very much there and unmistakable ghost.
"Uh...uh. Hi?" He never knows how to talk to them when he sees them. That was always his friends' forte. She doesn't seem responsive, though. This explains the lack of ostentatious claims when it comes to hauntings here. She's just kinda here and not doing anything. He lowers his voice and leans toward Helga. "Dude, do you know anything about this? Like...campus stories or whatever? Girl goes missing, gets found in bathroom, stuff like that?"
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It's like a puddle of gore forms in reverse from the floor, tissue flowing upward onto bones as they materialize. a ragged skirt flows into view followed by a dirty blouse with puffed sleeves. It reads as 70s to him, which...well, it seems appropriate to him. Long, lank blond hair and a vacant eyes complete the look of a very much there and unmistakable ghost.
"Uh...uh. Hi?" He never knows how to talk to them when he sees them. That was always his friends' forte. She doesn't seem responsive, though. This explains the lack of ostentatious claims when it comes to hauntings here. She's just kinda here and not doing anything. He lowers his voice and leans toward Helga. "Dude, do you know anything about this? Like...campus stories or whatever? Girl goes missing, gets found in bathroom, stuff like that?"