On Being Here

[strikeachord]

Woo! You had me a little worried there for a minute, but you did it. You finally did it! Gotta say, I'm diggin' the username you picked out.

So what's next? A game, right? I'm all for gettin' into a game. There's gotta be at least one around here I wouldn't be a bad fit for, what with all the craziness flying around. So what if I'm a ghost? That don't matter so much here, right?

…Right?

…

…Say, you are gonna take me to a game, aren't you? You can't get me all fired up like this and then just leave me hangin'!

You just can't.

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[lostandforgotten]

They can... And will...

[strikeachord]

Say what? Naaaah. [Watch the ghost bounce back.] Nah, my mun'll stick by me. But I'm guessin' you've had that problem before, huh, big guy?

[Really big guy. Bigger than Grave. Wow. It's like Fangoram all over again.]

You're all full of anger and hurt.

[lostandforgotten]

Stick around, yes. Taking you places, though, is yet to be seen. They are more than capable of leaving you with nothing to do...

[...well, that was an unexpected observation, but not unfounded. So many strange powers within other Champions, surely the ability to see such things was viable.

Doesn't mean Nautilus has to like it, though. He adjusts his anchor, getting a better grip and narrows his eyes. A low, displeased rumbling noise leaves him.]

I have my reasons.