Log:Spirits Are Dicks

Spirits Are Dicks
"So pretty!"
Participants Green and Roz	2017.06.22 Roz gives Green a hand with a spirit that's being a pest.
Location
It's night... past 10. Not exactly the time to be out at the park, especially not when it's chilly as it is. Yet, there is someone out tonight. The short woman with dark hair is dressed in a black leather jacket, worn over a little black dress featuring polka dots. Her legs are covered by 2-tone thighs, turning opaque below the knee. One her feet are loafers, flat, offering no additional height. Green moves quickly, for having such small legs, and the reason for it might well become obvious as she goes. Click, click, click of her heels on the path, it would appear she's trying to get away from... a spirit? A whispy little thing, small, seemingly natural, yet it's going this way and ther, and every so often Green reaches up to pat down her hair. She looks annoyed. Rozalia is a little bit taller than Green, but she's easily spotted by her bright hair and the way she's dressed, which is to say even in this weather the woman is wearing cut off jean shorts over a pair of hose and black thigh high socks. A tank top is hidden under a black leather jacket. The Aetheric catches a glimpse of the spirit and changes course on her path across the park. Because that was far more interesting. She's got a pair of professional looking headphones on, so maybe she's just not paying attention to where she's going? Green keeps moving, eyes ahead, and for any random person, it would look like she's just in a rush, or doesn't want to be bothered. But Rozalia can see it! That spirit goes forward again, and another gust of wind comes to disturb Green's hair. She finally, and turns around sharply. "Bloody hell, would you knock it off?!" she hisses at the thing. Uh oh. When Rozalia notices that the Spirit is being a pain in the ass, she starts to head in the direction of Green now. That means that Green can see her coming up behind her at least. The pale woman gives a wave and then takes the headphones off, "Not a stalker or anything. Promise." she chuckles. "I see that you are having some trouble." she points out. "Piss. Off," Green says, clearly and sternly as she can. And really, she's sort of intimidating. That accent, that sternness to her. No, she's not about to hurt someone physically, but a tongue lashing, well. Of coruse, before she can say anything, her gaze shifts, and she spots the woman approaching. She stands a little taller, and resumes ignoring the spirit. "Oh, hello... Bit blustery today, isn'it?" she asks. It's not. The air is almost totally still... except there goes her hair again. Her eyes shut for a moment, then open again. Serenity now! "Just out for a walk," she says. Roz thinks the piss off is for her and the Romanian woman stops for a moment, at a conversational distance. She doesn't know what to do until she realizes Green is speaking to her. There's a smile, "Hello." she states with a finger wiggle of a wave. Then the woman looks above Green's head and there's a frown as she snaps her fingers, "That's not nice!" she scolds the spirit. "Why are you bothering this girl?" the green haired woman asks. Green offers a polite smile to the woman. The type one might expect upon walking into a nice restaurant. Welcoming, but subtle, and uninvasive. And then Roz turns to the spirit, and well, Green's just not going to react to that! Nope, no affirming that she's crazy... or otherwise. When the woman speaks to the spirit, well, that's ridiculous enough to continue to ignore. Once does not simply speak to spirits! And the spirit, now aware that Roz can assuredly see it, replies. Only what comes out is guttural tongues of that Proto-langugae that is First Tongue. It screeches and groans at Roz, and then a moment later, it fires forward and does a spin around the woman, and floooooof goes all that pretty Green hair. What comes next is a noise that Roz might be certain is laughter. Green, likewise, can't help a faint smirk. Okay, it's funny when it happens to someone else. Roz gives a bit of a look back to Green when she gets done snapping at the spirit. The floofing of her hair makes her eyes narrow and then she straightens her jacket, "Well that's just unprofessional." she states. There's a large pin pulled from her jacket, something that resembles a hat pin. Then it's violently jabbed into her skin at her wrist, letting blood well up, "Spirits can be assholes sometimes." she looks to Green, then back to the spirit in question. Green is amused. Even a faint smirk is a big indicator of emotion on this Brit. Of course, amusement fades when the woman suddenly jabs herself. Greens eyes - so pretty, so chocolatey brown - go wide. "Blimey! What-... are you-..." And no, she has no follow up for that. She just stares. As if the concept of supplicating spirits with blood is entirely foreign to her. Roz gives a slight hand gesture to Green, "It's alright." she tells her. Yes, she's just stabbing herself. Then there's a look back to the spirit, "If you could please converse in English to myself and the woman you keep bothering that would be great." she states in a firm tone. It might take a moment for it to comply, but it was a start! "Oh, of course," Green says, having recovered after a moment. She raises both hands, dimissive of the concern. Of course it's all right. A strange woman just stabbed herself in the park, how could things not be all right? Green then hears the request, and turns a curious eye back on the spirit. "Do you think it will just..." "So pretty!" the spirit calls out, the voice coming from the entirely ambiguous density of air. It fires out again, and again it ruffles up Roz's hair. Then the laughter comes once more. This time, Green does not smirk. This time, Green's brows go up, and she stares at Roz anew. That's a spell she doesn't know... Roz gives a look to Green and there's a bit of a smile, "Speak to us. Maybe." she states as she offers up her wrist so the spirit can take it's payment. Then there's a look back to the spirit and there's a soft laugh, "You like playing with our hair?" she asks it. Then there's a look back to Green, "Some spirits are...childlike." she finds the right word for it. Woosh, woosh! It fires this way and that, sending a breeze through Roz's hair, and then it fires back over at Green. The Brit scrunches her nose, and leans away from it. "Simple, I'd argue, though admittedly..." "So pretty!" the spirit says, once more. "So little wind tonight. Need to make it blow... need to feel the breese!" Roz wobbles her hand a little as she takes a bandana from her pocket and wraps it around her wrist for the moment. She'd open a vein quicker for a spirit than one of her vampire friends. "Simple sometimes. I just think this one is bored." she muses as it goes back and forth to ruffle their hair. "I just don't like them getting...insistent with people. Especially out here at night." she tells her. Green reaches up both hands to hold down her hair. Call it stubborness, or call it something else, but she's little interest in letting this Spirit use her for its entertainment. "It was only following me because it realized I could see it," she mutters out. "I do my best to not... but when something flies directly at your face, well. Bit hard not to duck out of the way," she says, rueful. She considers a moment, then tilts her head. "Any chance you've a way to get to stay? To leave me be?" Roz gives a quirk of her eyebrow and then there's a nod to her, "Yes, once they know you can see, some figure you can speak their language and sadly, that's not always the case." she frowns. There's a look to the spirit, "Can you stop following this lady? If you do, you can ruffle my hair any time I pass through the park and it's not windy." she offers in turn for it leaving Green be. "Mmm," is Green's only response to that. A little lessons on the workings of spirits? She'll take it. She then gives a curious sort of look, at the question, and offer, and turns to the Spirit. The spirit pauses it's fluttering and flitting, and had it eyes, it would surely be staring at Roz. There's a quiet moment, then it starts to wiggle about. "Every day, you come... for four nights!" it declares. Roz keeps her attention on the spirit and there's a moment of debating after it asks her the question. Finally she gives a nod of her head, "I will come for four nights in a row, yes." she nods to this. Then she looks back to Green, "Well, it looks like it won't be bothering you anymore this evening." she tells her with a smile. The spirit bobs in the air for a moment longer, as if considering. Processing. Doing something. And then it darts forward, and again it circles Roz's head, then shoots the side and circle's Green, and then it fires off again, towards the trees. The women will note some leaves rustling, here and there. Green gives an indignant little 'hmmph' as the Spirit takes one more shot at her. Then she sucks in a breath, lowers her hands, and turns to Roz. "Well, thank you for that," she says. "Rather wasn't looking forward to the drive home, with it in the car," she says. "Brat." Roz hisses out when the spirit takes a parting shot at Green, but she smiles before it's hit the trees. Then she turns to Green and there's a smile to her, "Spirits trapped in a car on the way home, probably not a good bet, no." she chuckles as she shakes her head. "And you're welcome. I didn't mean to step in, but you looked quite annoyed." she admits. "Oh, no, it was no bother. Rather gracious," Green says, with a smile. She considers a moment, and then comes to some kind of a conclusion. One that results in her digging into her purse, and drawing from it a business card. She holds it out. It's for Majesty Records, of course. "Thank you. If... you ever need to reach someone... about..." Her eyes trail off, after the spirit, then back. "Or just need a few new records." Roz gives a little bow, "It was no problem." she tells her. Then she straightens and there's a look to Green as she digs in her purse, maybe she was going to mace her afterall! The card is accepted with the uninjured hand and she looks at it, "Ooooh. Music. I'll definitely stop in. I need to get some more loaded onto the music system at the studio." she nods to this. Then she pulls a small silver card case from her jacket and produces a cobalt blue card with silver writing on it, "Call me if you have spirit problems or want a dance lesson." she offers the card over. On it is Cobalescu Dance Studio with the address and number. "Oh, brilliant!" Green says, as she takes the card. She flashes a smile. "Hopefully it will be for dancing, and not a problem, yeah?" she asks. She holds her smile for a moment, then lifts a hand. "Ciao," she says, and turns, and heads off. Roz gives Green a smile and there's a nod to her, "Hopefully." she tells her. Then there's a bit of a nod, "You have a good night." she states to her, then she starts to turn to head off. Then she remembers something, "Hey, I didn't get your name." she calls. "It's on the card, love!" Green calls, as she walks away, and gives a little wave over her shoulder. Green probably just hears the sound of laughter behind her as Roz realizes that the name was on the card, "Be safe." she calls before putting her head phones back on and heading in the opposite direction in the park.