Old Friends, New Issues (Acia)

[thaniel]

Thaniel swiveled around on his heel and narrowed his very angry eyes at the girl who spoke up. Jeona was her name? He recalled seeing her often with Hugo Weasely. So she was just like him? No respect for the dead. Mouthy? Arrogant? Looking for misery? He could certainly give her that, tenfold.

"Ectoplasm doesn't even work like that, you stupid girl." His lips curled. Maybe he could take down both of these idiots with one carefully thrown barb. He'd have to probe them both more for sore spots.

"You two are friends or has Jeona tossed you over for her new boyfriend?"

[aciaraydon]

Acia sighed, feeling rather worn down, as the ghost drew her attention back to him. He seemed to have it in for either her or Jeona today. That, or he just enjoyed tormenting people. For a moment, she wondered if ghosts had the ability to torment people or if that was just poltergeists. She concluded that either could probably do it if they wanted to. But now, the man’s games were getting tiresome, and it seemed that there were more important things to deal with. For the first time in around a year, she was actually face-to-face with Jeona, and she had a lot of questions for the girl.

But first, they had to get rid of Thaniel.

"You two are friends or has Jeona tossed you over for her new boyfriend?"

She frowned slightly at this. Honestly, she had no idea how to answer it. Were they friends? She thought they were still. Acia doubted that a boy had been the cause of Jeona’s sudden disappearance, but she hadn’t seen her for so long that she honestly couldn’t be sure of that. That seemed a good question to add to the list of things to ask her when they were alone.

Acia had never been one for insults, and although there could have been a million witty or sarcastic comebacks to this, she couldn’t bring herself to say one. On top of that, being spiteful towards Thaniel seemed to just egg him on. So, she took a different route.

”Both and neither. Take your pick, Mister Warren.” She said, rolling her head to look at him and giving an indifferent shrug. Perhaps it wasn’t going to get rid of him, but she hoped her vague, ambiguous answers would bore him eventually, and make him hunt down a more interesting victim.