Post by Freya on Jul 27, 2018 5:06:04 GMT -5
This place was...familiar. It was like a second home to her. While Freya typically didn't like returning to the very town that she was cast out of by her own family, she couldn't resist the tempting calls that were Burned Tower. She came here when she was child to play with the ghost type - to dace among the charred beams to the rhythms that played in her mind. She'd create hexes here - most of which were figments of her own imagination, but, in her childhood, the imagination she had was astounding.
She...loved this place.
Which was why, after traveling so deep into it, she was utterly puzzled when she came across a person.
"O-oh." The words were nearly inaudible from where she scrambled to hide, peering at the person with a look of distaste.
They weren't supposed to be here.
Why were they here?
For nearly twenty minutes, Freya stood perfectly still - perfectly invisible. She wasn't sure what the person was doing, or why...but, she was watching them. Waiting. Trying to figure out what to do, what to say...why were situations like these so difficult?
'Cast a hex on them! Drive them out!' Thoughts screamed at her, but, the woman would only hide behind her long sleeves in some poor, weird attempt to hide her face. Should she be rude? Should she make them leave? But...but, what if they were nice? Or, for the love of Giratina, if they were nice, what would she do? Feeling herself fidget, she halfway glared at the person, despite the odd smile that played on her lips. "....Hello..." She could only manage to eep out the words, which was far too drawn out and almost eerie for her own good....So much for attempting to make a friend.
"...Do you like this tower?"
She...loved this place.
Which was why, after traveling so deep into it, she was utterly puzzled when she came across a person.
"O-oh." The words were nearly inaudible from where she scrambled to hide, peering at the person with a look of distaste.
They weren't supposed to be here.
Why were they here?
For nearly twenty minutes, Freya stood perfectly still - perfectly invisible. She wasn't sure what the person was doing, or why...but, she was watching them. Waiting. Trying to figure out what to do, what to say...why were situations like these so difficult?
'Cast a hex on them! Drive them out!' Thoughts screamed at her, but, the woman would only hide behind her long sleeves in some poor, weird attempt to hide her face. Should she be rude? Should she make them leave? But...but, what if they were nice? Or, for the love of Giratina, if they were nice, what would she do? Feeling herself fidget, she halfway glared at the person, despite the odd smile that played on her lips. "....Hello..." She could only manage to eep out the words, which was far too drawn out and almost eerie for her own good....So much for attempting to make a friend.
"...Do you like this tower?"
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