I hack :')

Draco No

draco yes

All around me are familiar faces...

theres literally only one familiar face and thats me

*crickets chirping*

Um want to do a random RP or something

Hello I'm me now

This is going to look confusing when I read it back later

yeahh
let's Are Pee

I wanna try out #RRWilliam

He can exist in a medieval Earth or a more modern Earth, so you could pick a character that fits one of those?

not from another world and not very magical?

...The only person coming to my head is Tochi. Please no tochi

oh uhhh
you could make an AU version of someone
like we're gonna be doing in The Gifted

tochi is scary

Tochi is lovely

ah hmmm

Lydia but a bit less magicy? she can still do the stuff she does

tochi is lovely but scary

also a human
earth doesnt have talking foxes

They can still have magic, it'd just be on Earth

so Lydia would work

ookay

who wanna start

yo can if you want
i wanna know what Lydia would be doing

Lydia stared deeply into her coffee cup. There was barely any sound in the small, almost abandoned coffee shop. The man at the counter kept looking at his watch as the front door remained closed and no new faces were seen.

The place had a slightly unsettling feel to it when it was empty, but Lydia didn't mind. She still needed her coffee.

HEEEEELLLLLOOOOOO!

Oh my goodness its a Radiant chat

Heeey it's Aggron and Fade!!

William had been haunting the coffee shop for three days now. Well... 'Haunted' might be the wrong word. He had no intention of scaring anyone. He was simply bored, and a little part of him hoped that if he hung around long enough, he might encounter someone who could actually see him, but he didn't have high hopes.

The young ghost floated down through the ceiling, and sat down at his favourite table. It was close to where Lydia was sitting, though he was confident that the young woman wouldn't notice anything odd. With a quiet sigh, he gazed out through the window.

HI AGGRON AND FADE

Howdy! What'chall doin?

(Aggron - Well, Draco and I are doing a random one-off RP and I'm multitasking drawing Ana on my computer. X))

Lydia did a double take. Had that man just fallen down from the ceiling like it was completely normal?

She drank some coffee, staring at William with interest. After a few seconds, she spoke up.

"Come here often?"

I'm thinking about the slug that I petted

(Draco No)

For a comically long moment, William didn't even realise she was speaking to him, and when he did, he almost floated back through the ceiling in shock.

He blinked at her, then remembered his manners and gave her a small, respectful bow. 'I haven't been here in a long time...' he said, which was true - disregarding the three days he'd spent in the attic. 'How about you?'

(I'm dubbing this the Coffee Shop RP)

(Alright. I'll just hang around and reply on Shacklestone)

"Every day," Lydia replied, and then asked with a slight smirk, "When did you die, floaty boy? You look and sound like you lived a long time ago."

A fly entered and landed on William's table.

(i love y slig,)

*slug

//'Floaty boy'?// William thought, slightly bewildered, but decided not to ask about that. 'You guessed that I'm a ghost? That's very perceptive of you. Most people who see me pass it off as a dream or hallucination.' He paused to collect his thoughts. 'I was born around the early 15th century, and died when I was 17.'

He lightly brushed the fly away from the tabletop.

"I see... pretty old then, huh?" She studied him curiously. "But at the same time, you're young."

Her eyes rested on the large wound on his front. She frowned slightly. "Your death was a violent one, I can tell."

'It... wasn't very nice,' he replied, looking vaguely uncomfortable with her gaze so intent on him, but not mentioning it. 'Ah, but where are my manners? I'm William. William Alden.' He stretched an arm between the two tables to shake her hand, looking at her expectantly.

(And yes he can shake hands
He is a special ghost who can interact with people if he wants to)

She took his semi-transparent hand and shook it. "Name's Lydia," she said, without giving a surname. "I sing and I do stuff for people. All sorts of stuff."

(being a ghost would be boring if ypu couldnt touch anything :()

'What kinds of things do you do for people?' William asked, taking his hand back and gazing at her curiously with his head tilted to one side.

(The bartender guy just watching Lydia having a conversation with herself)

( he probably gets mentals in there all the time. he's used to it :^) )

"Almost anything they ask," she replied vaguely. "Right or wrong, it doesn't matter, unless it's just too evil... nothing's for free, though."

William had heard of people like this from when he was growing up in the 15th century. People who would do anything for the right price. They weren't quite assassins, but some of them still performed the same work. Have you ever... killed somebody?' he asked, his tone slightly guarded.

* 'Have
forgot a speech thingy

She hesitated, then said quietly so the man at the counter wouldn't hear, "Sure I have. But I have a one-at-a-time rule. I won't kill huge amounts of people, especially in a short space of time. But I do assassinations and stuff."

'Well, I hope you were happy with what you received in return,' said William quietly. Then he shook his head and looked at the tabletop. 'I'm sorry. But I have no respect for anyone who kills others just for money. It's a side-effect of being executed.'

"Not /just/ for the money, my dear William," she said softly. "For the people! They wanted someone dead for a /reason/. Maybe it was someone who'd really hurt them or their loved ones. Maybe it was someone who was disliked by many, and just wasn't a decent person... I make sure that when I kill, there's a reason behind every death."

'So you find out why your employers want these people dead before you kill them? I suppose... that makes it better. But I still don't think that killing anyone is a good thing. There should always be an alternative solution.' He gazed towards the window, a slightly rueful smile curling up one side of his mouth. 'I have been called a pacifist before. It's only when I meet someone like you, someone who has a different way of thinking, that I remember why.'

(imma gon gooooo
ill reply in the morning

(oh
oookk)

byeeee

bzzzzzzrp

"Sometimes killing is one's only choice," Lydia said, a little defensively. "Some people just don't change and there's no other way of dealing with them."

She finished up her coffee and slid the empty cup across the table.

'Perhaps you're right,' said William thoughtfully. He was quiet for a while, then asked, 'Where do you come from, if you don't mind me asking? Do you live near here?'

"I live just around the corner," she responded, glancing out the window. "My garden's a bit overgrown, so it's hard to see the house if you're not specifically looking for it." She watched a pigeon walking outside and commented, "This whole town's a bit dead, really."

''Dead?' What do you mean by that, exactly?' said William curiously, watching the pigeon as well. 'And I like the sound of your garden. I grew up in a very rural and - ah, overgrown village, so I'm used to that.'

"Dead as in, there's not many people and not much happens and half the houses are abandoned... and yes, I do like my garden - gives me some privacy."

'I see,' said William simply. 'I've been in this area for a few days, but I haven't done much besides hide in this shop... I was waiting for somebody to come by who could see me. You're the first person I've met in over a year who can, actually.'

"Oh?" There was a flicker of surprise in Lydia's eyes. "Well, I DO have a little bit of magic..." she then looked at him with an almost pitying expression. "Isn't it lonely, being invisible to most people?"

'Well... A little bit,' he admitted. 'But you grow accustomed to it, given enough time... Still, it's always nice to meet people like you.'

(Just so you know
I have no plans for this whatsoever and you are free to make literally anything happen including burn down the coffee shop if that's what you want)

"Huh. I can't imagine getting used to that, but... maybe if you were an introvert to begin with, it wouldn't be so bad," she shrugged.

(hmMMM
ooh i know what to do-)

this is getting lost in my feed
i have to scroll 5 miles to find it-

'Five hundred years is a long time,' he said softly. 'You can't help but get used to it, eventually.'

(I tagged yoi in the description)

(And I'm still thinking about the bartender)

(the bartender must be filming this
ready 2 put on the internets)

"Five hundred years..." Lydia seemed to be deep in thought. "You've seen a lot, William."

Just then, the door to the coffee shop opened. It was a man, possibly in his late 30's, with black hair and wearing a plain dark-grey shirt and loose black trousers.

He walked straight past William and sat at Lydia's table. "Lydia?" he asked simply.

"The one and only," replied Lydia, surveying the man with interest.

(i misread that as gay shirt)

Noticing that the man didn't appear to see him, William fell silent to let Lydia talk to him, all the while eyeing the stranger curiously. Who was this? A friend of Lydia's? He supposed not; it didn't sound like the man knew her very well.

buz arp

knock knock
who's there?
a mirror
i am lonely

nice hat!
thanks!
i was being sarcastic
well i stole your FACE!

(well
i misread gay shirt as gay sh,it)

"I've got a task for you," the man said. He sounded French. "Steal this for me." He pulled a picture out of his pocket and Lydia inspected it.

"...I can do that," she said, grinning. "What's your offer?"

The man handed her a pile of cash. She counted it quickly, then nodded. "It's a deal."

(I knew you would say that)

William leaned sideways in his chair in an attempt to view the picture himself, then realised this was probably quite rude and hastily moved back, resigned to wait until the man was gone so Lydia could talk to him again.

bigbutts