Nexus; Gen, Psych, and Oriana-verse Ratchet
ghostRatchet: *wanders over to where Gen's sitting in the Nexus and helps himself to a nearby chair.* Lovely day, huh?
Gen: Hmm... Guess so. *doesn't look over*
Ratchet: *looks at her and quirks a browridge* Are you alright?
Gen: *shudders her optics and leans back* Just... going through some changes. *nope, still hasn't looked over at him yet*
Ratchet: *frowns slightly with concern* Anything you want to talk about? I know I'm a stranger. But I also believe in patient confidentiality.
Gen: *unshutters optics and turns her head to look at him* ... *blinks* You're a ghost.
Ratchet: *glances down and solidifys* Whoops. Heh, yeah.
Gen: *is very close to short-circuiting* Yeah... Oops...
Ratchet: *once more frowning with concern* I'm not the Ratchet you know.
Gen: Nope. Because my Ratchet changes into a bear, and is now a cowboy. *was that a 'frzt' we just heard?*
Ratchet: ..... *snerk* Oh. Him.
Gen: Mmhmm. *nods* Him. *and another 'frzt'*
Ratchet: I talked to him once. Seems like a nice guy. *said with a perfect poker face*
Gen: Nice. Right. Excuse me. *stands, walks over to a wall, and starts banging her forehead against it*
Ratchet: 0_o *gets up and goes to stop her*
Psych: No, no. I think she needs this.
Gen: *thud thud thud*
Ratchet: *but....* *frowwwn*
Gen: *thud thud thud* *stops* *sighs*
Ratchet: *a little gruffly* Better?
Gen: Little bit.
Ratchet: *gentle hand on her shoulder* Want to come sit down again?
Gen: *nods*
Ratchet: *guides her over to her chair and then hunkers next to it* What was that for?
Gen: I... don't know. But it helped.
Ratchet: *frowwwn*
Psych: Lay off. She's had a rough couple of days.
Ratchet: Is there any way I can help?
Ratchet: A drink? Creative terrorization of certain parties?
Psych: Hmm... *plots plots plots*
Gen: Bad Psych. Bad. No cookie. *says this out loud, yes*
Ratchet: *tells Psych shhhhh*
Psych: You sure? Cause I can think of a few things I'd like to do a few mechs. *heh heh heh*
Ratchet: I was offering the lady. You'll have your own shell to raise pit with soon enough.
Gen: *blinks* How'd you know about that?
Ratchet: I watched
Gen: Ah.
Ratchet: Sorry.
Gen: No need. I guess you were... ghosty when you were watching, right?
Ratchet: Yeah. *fades out*
*and then back*
Psych: Gotta admit, that's pretty cool
Ratchet: I will learn not to think of it
Ratchet: ... thanks
Psych: I mean, I pretended to be a ghost, but you're-
Gen: *deadpans* Dead.
Psych: ..... Oh.
Ratchet: For the past two thousand years of my reality.
Gen: So, are you all...?
Ratchet: All?
Gen: Uh...
Psych: Does everyone become...?
Ratchet: Ghosts that walk in the living world? No
Ratchet: I'm a messenger, so I get some fancy bells and whistles.
Gen: Oh. *wilts slightly*
Ratchet: *understands* You miss someone
Gen: *nods*
Ratchet: What was their name?
Pscyh: Codex...
Ratchet: *frowns slightly as his optics unfocus* Not... in my reality.... *goes transparent*
Gen: Ratchet?
Ratchet: *holds up a hand, still distracted*
*and fades a little more*
Psych: *to Gen* What's he doing?
Gen: *shrugs*
Ratchet: *voice sounding distant* There you are.
Gen: *watches, frowning slightly*
Ratchet: *blinks and looks up at her* Do you want to talk to him?
Gen: W-wha?
Ratchet: I think this pretty much counts as unfinished business. I can show him the way here, if you want me to.
Gen: He... You mean... I can...
Ratchet: *nods*
Gen: *looks at him quietly before giving an almost imperceptible nod*
Ratchet: He won't be able to solidify like I can. But you're his kin, so you'll probably be able to see him.
Psych: Whatever you can do is more than enough, Doc
Ratchet: *nods and vanishes*
*and then returns, though not alone*
Gen: *optic fluids in eyes* Dad...