He considered using his powers to scare this stranger. He could feel around, ruffle his clothe, or throw skulls at him--fake telekinetic ghosty bullshit. But in the end, Psii didn't have a choice. The screamer shrieked again near Sam, and the sound seemed to swoop over to Psii as well. He didn't know if the spirit had a visible form or not, being sorely lacking in the vision department, but he knew his location had been clearly advertised.
He hadn't counted on a ghost outing him so quickly, but there was no point in hiding now. With no time to be respectful, he kicked the rest of his skeleton buddy onto the floor and slid out of his makeshift cocoon carrying a femur for a club. He looked a bit like a gangly, unholy shade, with grey skin, fangs, and bits of dead rags on his hooded robes, but he was still very much alive. And grumpy.
"Shut up, oh my God, jutht SHUT UP!" he yelled in the vague direction of the scream. "People are trying to thleep here!"
He turned black, sightless eyes in Sam's general direction, as if that would help him hear movement better. Now was the moment of truth. He was less vulnerable than he was lying down, but he was still fucking blind.
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He hadn't counted on a ghost outing him so quickly, but there was no point in hiding now. With no time to be respectful, he kicked the rest of his skeleton buddy onto the floor and slid out of his makeshift cocoon carrying a femur for a club. He looked a bit like a gangly, unholy shade, with grey skin, fangs, and bits of dead rags on his hooded robes, but he was still very much alive. And grumpy.
"Shut up, oh my God, jutht SHUT UP!" he yelled in the vague direction of the scream. "People are trying to thleep here!"
He turned black, sightless eyes in Sam's general direction, as if that would help him hear movement better. Now was the moment of truth. He was less vulnerable than he was lying down, but he was still fucking blind.