NPC: Balthamos

[omg_abab]

*appears, like so many of the ghosts, though he has a bit more substance than some - many ghosts are mere whisps or flickering lights, but he is closer to corporeal - and begins to walk the streets of Central, dressed very shabbily with his head bent low*

Comments

[songless_psiren]

*making her way nervously down the sidewalk... was already plenty nervous for mundane if criminal reasons, but the ghosts are not helping... just can't shake the feeling that they're very wrong*

[omg_abab]

*contrives to trip on a discarded bag of trash a few paces in front of Clara, falling hard to the pavement*

[songless_psiren]

*sees someone trip and fall, reacts automatically* Oh! Oh, are you alright, sir? *rushes up to him, noticing belatedly that he's just slightly transparent* Ah- *...ghosts can trip on things?!* Err.... *reaches to help him up, wondering if she'll be able to touch him or if her hands will pass right through*

[omg_abab]

*accepts the help at once, even though of course the tripping was on purpose and he could get to his feet easily; his hand does not go through hers but feels not quite as a hand should - somehow less substantial and too warm* Thank you.