#interaction; scene

*･ﾟ✧ ❁ ✧*･ﾟThey were caught.

There was no way around it. They had hoped hiding in the hole would have protected them but, in hindsight, they should have realised that they could simply blast the hole to make it bigger - Crippling and getting them in the process, half of their shell mangled from their capture and thus preventing them from making a speedy escape. Or any escape for that matter.

It hurt. Everything hurt. Enough for them to black out now and then, hoping wherever they’re going will be quick and swift should they reach their end.

They didn’t think it could have gotten worse until they were roughly woken up in their little prison and saw...

Oh.

Oh.

Them.

*･ﾟ✧ ❁ ✧*･ﾟStorms were one of the things the Ghost liked in terms of mother nature. In fact it had to be one of their favourite things.

Provided they had shelter to enjoy the pitter patter of rain and the tumble of thunder, of course. Guess what they didn’t have at the moment?

Shelter. Ten points to the Guardian who got that right.

      “Eeeurgh,” Ghost grumbled as they tried to shake off the rain water from their nodes and chassis . It was a futile attempt but it made them feel a little bit better because better than nothing. “I’m going to smell like a wet Ghost at the end of this.”

There had to be somewhere to go... Aha! A cave nearby. They hurried over there, expecting some respite from the weather and a chance to wait out the storm - Only to realise the hard way that someone was already there. Their figure, shadowed and dark, suddenly illuminated by the crack of thunder at the entrance of the cave.

     “Ahggh!” To say it surprised the Ghost is an understatement. They zipped out of the cave and hid around the corner, their poor circuits fritzing a little bit thanks to the sudden jolt of shock coursing through them.

*･ﾟ✧ ❁ ✧*･ﾟOkay. Maybe not all of those who were under the banner of the Darkness were bad.

Some of them could be surprisingly friendly! Like the Goblin they met by accident. They seemed like a friendly sort ever since meeting him by sheer lucky and accident when out exploring one day. The Ghost was certainly intrigued enough to visit the place again, hoping to find the Goblin in question. 

       “Hello?” Ghost looked around, trying to find a familiar sight of panels and burnished metal sticking out against the greens and blooms of rainbow around them. You’ll think it would be easy. “I, um, come with a peace offering. Seeds! Flower seeds to be exact. I noticed this spot here is very pretty compared to the other places. Did you... Did you have a hand in this? A claw? Anyways- I got it for you!”

*･ﾟ✧ ❁ ✧*･ﾟIf there was one thing the Ghost liked doing, it was being useful to others somehow. They hated the idea of being not a team player for the rest of the Guardians and their siblings.

Luckily, there was always a lot to do whenever someone saw an untethered Light who had all the time in the world.

      “Message for you, Guardian!” 

*･ﾟ✧ ❁ ✧*･ﾟThere were downsides to not having a Guardian. Besides sporting a gnawing sense of emptiness and loneliness. That was something they’ve gotten used to over the years and years of being activated.

What they haven’t gotten used to, though, is the fact not having a Guardian made them and other untethered Ghosts such an easy target for others. From Fallen to Vex, to pilgrims to inventors - Something about seeing a Ghost by themselves with no one around to defend them made others go, ‘Say! I can bother this one without repercussions which I’m clearly going to do.’

*･ﾟ✧ ❁ ✧*･ﾟHuh.

The Ghost had visited this part of Old Russia often in the past and, time and again, had found no signs of life or Light when they decided on a whim to do a scan to see if anything had popped up.

But when they did a scan, mostly out of boredom and in hopes maybe they’ll find an old file or something to read, they picked up traces of recent activity around the area. Broken twigs, disturbed grass. Body heat that hasn’t even cooled.

These were some pretty recent activity...

*･ﾟ✧ ❁ ✧*･ﾟNow it wasn't unusual to see a Ghost traveling all by their lonesome in some areas. It was uncommon but not unusual. It was difficult to tell what made one Ghost tick and why it didn’t resonate with another.

This Ghost was no exceptions, somehow deep in debris in search of something something when their scans picked up the Light of a fellow Ghost and someone else with them. It didn’t take them long to associate them as friendlies.