<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/1c/2d/fb/1c2dfb8b3f49ea1f8e0d5066ee6755f7.jpg)</div>Name:  Uriah Crowe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13311813#msg13311813)<br/>Time:  day 1, mid morningish<br/>Location:  Chie and Rayne's Room<br/>Tagging:  Open<br/>Notes/Warning:  A friend for the first time in how long?<br/><hr/><br/>Uriah continued to float at head height for the blue slime. Her eyes studying the other creature as she created her own wardrobe. That had to be a handy ability to create your own wardrobe. She looked down at the purple and black robe she'd worn for centuries. The robe she'd been wearing when Master Gil converted her into a vampire and the one she'd worn the day she died for a second time. She had another that she wore occasionally for Master Gil but that was hardly the sort of thing you would wear in front of someone you had just met. Her body posture relaxed a little as she considered clothing and then she sighed. "I-i haven't any money. I don't eat, I don't sleep, I don't change clothing. I haven't needed anything for centuries." So much for the subject of clothing. She sighed again. This was really the type of things that Master Gil had done for her. He had provided her with everything, her unlife and education and she'd never once questioned the vampire. It had never occurred to her to ever ask for money. She could have stored it in the necklace with her trove of personal possessions but what was the likely hood that it...<br/><br/>A smile appeared on her face and she looked at the blue slime. "I, I have an idea!" she moved to press her incorporeal face into the painted one the slime had made for herself. "I-I keep a trove of personal items, nothing important just things that I found in the library over the decades to keep my home clean." Her smile grew broader as she became real and put her hands on the slime's shoulders. "I can show you! You can tell me what's valuable and what's junk! And I can sell the pieces to fund this..." The smile faded and a look of consideration was etched instead. "I-I mean if you, you want to. I-i can take you into my amulet."<br/><br/>Her hands and body went intangible again as she fought the indecision that had taken hold of her without her Master to take command. How long had it been since she'd made a decision on her own? The hypnotic gaze of the nercomantic vampire had been on her for years. Those brilliant brown eyes boring into her own pale lavender eyes. For how long had they seen through her eyes? How long had she been under his sway? Slowly she settled into a sitting position that hovered just above the bed that Chie had in her room. "I-i wish," she murmured. "W-wish I was mortal sometimes." The vampire had stolen her young life, swept into her tiny village and claimed her as his own to be wed but a fortnight before their wedding the two had met for a romantic interlude and that had been the last time she'd drawn breath. She gazed longingly at the slime and wondered what it would be like to need to eat and sleep and drink again. To grow tired instead of dissipate into nonexistence and find yourself back in your prison upon regaining consciousness. To be able to walk in the sunlight, to walk in the moonlight. To be held again. Sure as a ghost she could become solid and be touched but to her it wasn't romantic. Even the services she helped Master Gil with weren't romantic. They were lust and she was his corporeal slack toy for when it grew to much for the undead. She reached gently towards the slime, a fine finger slowly becoming substantial and running along the outer casing. To feel this, what did it feel like? She could feel the pressure on her skin but knew that this wasn't her natural state anymore. This was like flexing a muscle. Could she enjoy her vacation as just a spectator like this? And what did she know about vacationing? To relax? What was more relaxing and joyful then hours of reading books alone in a library?<br/><br/>She stopped flexing and just like that the digit passed through the ceramic and into the creature that it contained. She removed the digit and sighed again. No. This was stupid. She should just get back into the necklace and find an old favorite book to read for a few years and just what... pray the slime could even find Master Gil? What if he was trying even now to get to this dimension of sun? Would her master truly risk his unlife for his slave? And slowly the ghost sank further into the bed till only top of her white head floated there. "I-I should just stay here," her voice as gloomy as any specter's voice had ever been. "J-just stay in the necklace until Master Gil summons me." The head turned in the direction to where the windows had been. "I-I wouldn't know what to do out there. Just watch. Never interact with others. U-unable to touch them. Either to much effort or I b-burn them with my cold touch."<br/><br/>She slowly rose from her bed, looking like an apparition rising from the grave and floated above the slime's head. "C-chie of Lalphlen. T-thank you for holding onto my necklace. I don't think I'm ready to f-face the w-world like this. A ghost cannot enjoy the gifts of the mortals. Undeath and a-age have dulled many of my desires. If you could leave my necklace in the bookstore until you're ready to l-leave I won't bother anyone while I read the books." She'd made her first decision and it was to remain as she had for so long. Trapped in the world where none could interact with her. Where none could harm her. A ghost in the library was no danger to anyone just another story to be told. She gave a wane smile. "S-sorry."