Post by Primrose Pashmina on Nov 11, 2019 2:35:09 GMT -5
Primrose was not a young woman of exceptional superstition. While ghosts obviously existed - Clearly, or else radios and tvs wouldn't work - and souls were provable science, the Faunus was relatively certain that ghosts didn't exist outside the realm of technology. What could they hope to achieve, just wandering about aimlessly? It seemed like quite the silly notion, existing merely for the sake of drifting about and spooking people, especially when there were so much better ways to use one's time! Or would it be after-time? Ghosts were dead, after all.
When she first caught wind of the rumors that there was a ghost of some that haunted Haven's halls, she was not convinced. She'd needed more solid proof to believe it- And even upon being shown evidence of it's existence by a number of inexplicably place black handprints, Primrose was not so easily swayed to thinking the culprit was a ghost. After all, what purpose would a ghost have, leaving strange handprints everywhere? Unless there was some strange ghost magic beyond her comprehension involved, the Huntress-in-training was certain there was a more rational explanation to be found somewhere.
That, and if there wasn't, it'd mean that she'd have to simply accept that dirty handprints could appear spontaneously all over the campus! No, that wouldn't do. It'd mean shed'd have to spend time that might otherwise be used for training cleaning - And she had to clean up! Haven was her home now as much as Citrine had been, and she certainly couldn't let sets of black handprints remain, sullying the otherwise rather lovely Campus - and that just wasn't acceptable.
So, with a bucket, cleaning solution, rag and a sponge, she'd set about cleaning. In order of appearance, she tracked down the numerous handprints, sometimes borrowing stepping stools and ladders to do her due diligence as a student at Haven, and play her part in keeping the Campus clean.
One down...Two down...Three down..Four down...Five down...Six down... And the hours ticked by, until finally, she found herself inexplicably located on the roof, just after the sun had started to sink below the horizon. At first, she'd taken a moment to appreciate the lovely view - And it was a lovely view! - before remembering her goal, and realizing she was sharing the roof with another person.
How curious! She hadn't thought anyone else would be hunting not-ghosts...But this was a school for Huntsmen and women, so she did suppose it made a sort of sense. Unless...Certainly, this wasn't a ghost? Could it be?
Well, there was only one way to find out, wasn't there? Armed with only her sponge, water bucket and spray bottle of all-purpose cleaner, she made her approach. Up close, the other certainly didn't look very ghostly- No, he in-fact looked very much like a person. Maybe it was just another not-ghost hunter after all.
"Sir," Primrose asked once she was close enough, feeling there was no point in being indirect with what either was or was not a wandering spirit, "You're not a ghost, are you?"
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