"Well I didn't have much of a choithe. Thith ith jutht where I ended up."
He weighed his options. He could assure this frightened unattacking male of indeterminate species that he was indeed alive, and would he please stop gibbering. Or, he could take on the role he'd accidentally fallen into and tell him that, yes, he was a ghost, so no sense in trying to attack him. Hell, he even had fake fire to make himself look extra ominous. The flaming marker for those with constant powers might actually be useful for once instead of flashy.
"....Becauthe I wath buried here."
He couldn't help laughing. Sometimes it felt good to laugh in the face of death, even if he spent quite a bit of time avoiding it. Psii had half a mind to shamble out pretending he was undead, if it would scare everyone away from his hiding spot. He nixed that idea when he remembered how exactly Dolorosa dealt with the undead. Better to just scare the Tributes who wouldn't butcher him.
"There'th nothing here but boneth. Take thome and make toolth if you really want, I don't give a shit, but get out while you can. The batth don't like Tributeth." That may be due to Psii attempting to catch the winged creatures for food, but details.
The Screamer swooped down to shout in Psii's ear again, and he waved lazily as if shooing a fly. "....Unleth you know how to get thith nutcathe off my back?"
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He weighed his options. He could assure this frightened unattacking male of indeterminate species that he was indeed alive, and would he please stop gibbering. Or, he could take on the role he'd accidentally fallen into and tell him that, yes, he was a ghost, so no sense in trying to attack him. Hell, he even had fake fire to make himself look extra ominous. The flaming marker for those with constant powers might actually be useful for once instead of flashy.
"....Becauthe I wath buried here."
He couldn't help laughing. Sometimes it felt good to laugh in the face of death, even if he spent quite a bit of time avoiding it. Psii had half a mind to shamble out pretending he was undead, if it would scare everyone away from his hiding spot. He nixed that idea when he remembered how exactly Dolorosa dealt with the undead. Better to just scare the Tributes who wouldn't butcher him.
"There'th nothing here but boneth. Take thome and make toolth if you really want, I don't give a shit, but get out while you can. The batth don't like Tributeth." That may be due to Psii attempting to catch the winged creatures for food, but details.
The Screamer swooped down to shout in Psii's ear again, and he waved lazily as if shooing a fly. "....Unleth you know how to get thith nutcathe off my back?"