Ripping Wings Off of Butterflies (OPEN)

[Elysia Gallagher O'Broin]

She was rather surprised by how long Summer had persisted this far into the Fall, but considering that the world was kind of ending...not as surprised as she should have been. Indeed, it had been rather splendid weather for sleeping outside and Elly had Carpe Diem-ed the hell out of it. With sleeping bag in hand she had sought out the most well-hidden spot so that the authorities wouldn't arrest her for vagrancy and counted stars until she fell asleep.

Now, as the sun was slowly starting to rise and bath the world in it's warm light, she was already breaking down camp before it became too warm. Heat waves were a bitch.

"She lives in a fairy tale somewhere too far for us to find," she muttered almost incoherrently to herself, eyes distant as she rolled the sleeping bag up. Her hair fell into her face in loose, snarled curls and she batted them away as if she were shooing a fly. "Keep your feet on the ground when your head's in the clouds," she added, this time as if she were speaking to someone as she tied a smart knot to bind the bag and stuffed it in her backpack.

Satisfied, the blonde danced around her hiding place on bare feet, erasing any evidence that she had even been there. You know, in case there were people looking for her. Humans were easy to avoid since they relied too heavily on technology. Demons if you had the right knowledge.

Angels...not so much.

[Lynoic Burrows]

"I look at all the lonely people!" She sang in the most heavily voice, moving across the ground in barefeet. "All the lonely people, where do they all belong?" She sang, her lovely voice becoming sorrowful. She sniffled, her hair blowing in all directions from a nonexistent wind. The spirit was completely nude, though her hair seemed to cover her chest. Smoke blew from her mouth, the smell of cigarettes filling the air, along with campfire smoke.

"All the lonely please, where do they all come from?" She then face palmed, giggling weakly. "I switched the versus~" She paused, noticing the mortal that was also barefoot. "Well, well," She thought to herself, narrowing her blue eyes.

A prophet? She giggled, wiggling her hips in excitment. "CAN YOU SEE ME?!" She hollared, appearing next to the half mad child. She clapped her hands and waved them in her face. "CAN. YOU. SEE. ME."

[Elysia Gallagher O'Broin]

The appearance of the nude woman was certainly one of the more noteworthy surprises in her short life, but Elly merely tilted her head at her curiously. A flicker of knowledge passed through her dreamy eyes and she smiled at the ghost winsomely. Then she stuck her hand through her stomach.

"Aye, Ah cahn see ye," she intoned and wriggled her finger in Lynoic's spectral gullet. Fascinated by the fact that she couldn't actually feel her, she retracted her hand and let it drop to her side. "Callooh! Callay!" she cooed. "All mimsy are th' borogoves."

Having said her piece, the blonde snagged her pot from where she'd dropped it the night before and stuffed in her bag as well.

[Lynoic Burrows]

She wiggled her nose slightly as the mad woman stuck her hand into her stomach. She looked down, frowning. One of the things she hated was that she couldn't feel the other's touch, but it was funny because others could feel her! It wasn't fair!

She stomped her foot and campfire smoke blew from her nose. I wish to smoke a real cigarette again, because you just did that, man! She said, rubbing her stomach. What ya' doing, blonde?! She asked, now curious. She was well known by the hunters. She tried to help them out every now and than. Ya' a hunta'? She asked, raising a curious eyebrow.

She quickly jumped up into the air, freezing in the jumping position in mid air. I AM THE WALRUS! KUU KUU KACHUUU! She hollered, giggling, literally rolling in the air. What is your name, living one?

[Elysia Gallagher O'Broin]

"Tha's a roight deadly song lass," Elly giggled, turning to beam up at her. She tilted her head up at the ghost again, and suddenly the action looked alot more birdlike than it had a second ago--maybe because she was staring at an actual bird over the woman's shoulder. "Am Elly, who're you?" was her oh-so-polite reply after a long moment.

There was something niggling in the back of her dazed mind that the ghost had said, and for the life of her she couldn't quite grasp it. Making a small note toe see if she could yank herself out of her near-constant daze long enough to examine this conversation later, she blinked slowly. "An' wot's a 'hunter'?"