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He listens to every word, nodding along to show that he was paying attention. "Don't be sorry, it doesn't offend me to hear opinions and all. That sounds... really rough. I'm sorry that you had to go through all of that." he says respectively. "Have you met anyone else who does what you do...

"Ah, nothing." he says and drops his hands. "I found that when I have a conversation, I can be active with my hands, to keep them stimulated. That doesn't sound like a decent explanation..." he says thoughtfully. "And my name is Marcus, not Mr.Ghost." he says with a smile. "And how can you talk...

"Well, you know what they say." he says lightly, pausing to think for a moment. "All work and no play makes Johnny a dull boy, right?" the man says with a smile. "I haven't really used expressions like that in a while. Correct me if I'm ever wrong. Also, you seem a little... tense. Never talked...

(Oh, that's not cool, internet. But it's okay, I understand! :) ) "Ruruko? Nice name. I never really liked abbreviating things, so can I call you by that name instead of 'Ruru'?" he asks with a smile. "Odd jobs? Like what?" he asks the woman, looking over her face to see if he's going too...

The realization just hit me that Halloween is over. It needs to be longer, how else do you get an excuse for getting a candy hangover?

He watches her facial expressions closely, trying to pick out what was going on in the woman's head, often curious over such things. "Other ways? Such as what, or are you going to leave me hanging?" he says with a joking smile, though he honestly wanted to find out. "How is life for you, so far...

(Alright. I'm going to continue this tomorrow, if that's okay. Sleep well.) (Back!) The man watches as she flips through the pages of a book. "No, I know my name and my personal history, and I don't mind that they neglected to find out my name for a grave, I always assumed that's what would...

The man finally arrived to the woman's home or shop or whatever she wanted to refer it as. He simply steps inside and feels his curiosity flourish as he looks around. He looks at the books, tapestries, candles, everything in there as if he were studying for a test. His eyes lock onto the girl...

He watches the woman walk away before shaking his head as if to wipe the memory of the past few minutes from his mind. He holds the small card in his hand and waits for some time to pass before deciding it was alright to start heading for the place corresponding to the address.

He scowled when the woman walked through him, feeling incredibly offended and hurt. "Hey! Watch it." he mumbled to the girl. The spirit watched the girl spread petals with an eyebrow raised. "You carry flower petals around with you everywhere you go?" he asks as he observed her. He bent down and...

The man frowns and stops walking. "Who said that I wanted anything? Do you know how rare it is to have a conversation with someone who is still alive?" he asks, starting to realize what other spirits could have done to her, how they could have worn her out. He shakes his head and looks down...

"Why?" he questions, dropping the smile he worked to put up in the first place. "Something bothering you? Besides me?" the man keeps asking, not wanting to let this rare opportunity slip through his metaphorical hands. He keeps walking with the girl, unhappy that she came here and didn't even...

The ghost of a man watches the woman more carefully, and notes how she walks quicker. He walks slower and cocks his head in confusion. "You can see me, can't you?" he asks the woman. If she couldn't, no problem. But if she could, that would be a complete game changer. He speeds up and walks with...

(No, it's great!) There was a man in the graveyard, not being visible to the human eye unless he or she had special communications with the dead. He had short, black hair and appeared to be wearing an old uniform, and splotches of blood were clearly seen. He had a look of confusion and sadness...

xD Sounds awesome, can do.

Oh yes, I'm sorry. I was thinking to play a spirit of some sort, probably a male who died in WW2 and is trying to get in touch with his family, or either a client who has come to you to talk to a murder victim. Can you help me choose?

So, if you're ready, can you start the roleplay? I'm absolutely terrible at beginnings. >_<

Hello.

Okay, should we go ahead and start?

Awesome :) Is there anything else we need to cover?