<span style="color: #FF0000">Dart looked at her and watched the gentle warm air as it swirled around him. His clothing drying. He had been able to see the nearly invisible magic due to the ghosts. Ghosts were able to see such thing as magic. After all why wouldn't they be able to see it? They are dead and can thus see what the living can't. He did indeed have another ghost inside of him. Thirteen to be exact. Six evil, four good, three nuetralish ones. He looked at her and merely nodded his head. Looking around the shop. It was filled with oddities. What was such a mixture of magic and psionics doing in this place? How odd... He lowered his hand when she ignored it. Damned if he was gonna try that a second time. He was not one to chase after pointless ventures.<br/><br/>He followed her into the kitchen. Ducking as the piece of board and hammer flew past his head. Watching them magically seal them shut. Shaking his head and truly entered the kitchen. "Maybe food." He says simply. Why was he trusting this woman? The instant she knew what he was she would judge and hate. What point was there? Where had his sanity gone? Was it the fault of a slightly alcoholic beverage? No he was not one to be easily affected by such things. "Yes...we're twins. That is all that I should say." He says. Speaking hesitantly. Just how much was safe to reveal to some stranger he had just met?</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Rune watched her slump down on the ground. He felt and sensed her distrust and it kind of saddened him. "Okay." He says. Rubbing his hand that she slapped. "The cemetary is indeed beautiful." He says as he lowers his hand to his side. Far be it for him to try that again. He was slightly hurt by the fact she seemed to hold him in such hatred and distrust. It was like being elsewhere all over again. He mentally sighed at the sombering thought. "Okay. Then stay attached to the tree. I was just trying to be nice." He said in a soft voice. "You also aren't even trying to get to know me. I already told you who I was. You don't have to go anywhere with me...I was trying to be helpful and nice." He heard her thoughts yet again didn't comment upon it. He just didn't understand why she was so spiteful and hateful towards someone she didn't even know? He didn't try again.<br/><br/>He backed up as she glared icily at him. "Sorry for trying to be a friend to someone I don't even know." He says in a genuinely sad and dejected voice. He looked at her. "I have psychic powers. I can see them. I believe in what I know. I believe in the facts. You don't have to approve or believe me but I know what I know." He says. Backing up and giving her more space. Maybe she wouldn't hate him so much if he wasn't close to her at all. He was quite used to the hatred and iciness of others. Far be it for him to try to make someone to give him a chance. No one ever did and he doubted it was going to start now. He looked out over the graveyard. "Most ghosts are friendly but there is the occasional extremely evil ones that intend to harm people."<br/><br/>He looked at her. "I don't care if you believe me since you've already decided I'm not to be given the chance of trusting and you batted away someone just trying to be nice and offer the olive branch of friendship." HIs voice soft gentle but sad now. It was not filled with hatred or anger just disappointment. "I won't try to make you move and I apologize for making you think I was going to force you. I just wanted to keep you safe...from things you obviously cannot see or sense. My apologies for such intentions. I can understand you don't know me but your not giving me the chance to let you get to know me either."</span>