[...It isn't the first time Ryder's been told to go away, exactly, but she finds herself momentarily stumped all the same. How is she supposed to answer that? Like, "No, ma'am, it is you that must go away." Fuck that. She didn't become a ghost to have a reasonable argument. God, does it make her feel like a petulant child, though. Here she goes, seeking an audience for her tantrum. Weh weh, give her attention.
With a huff at herself that sounds like a faint, passing breeze outside, Ryder drifts through once she's sure the coast is clear. Of course this random chick has derailed another plan of hers.]
Leave the hammer, are you fucking shitting me?!
[A crack in the wall thickens and groans, pulling back from her fury as much as a building can. She's quick to press her palms to the wall and whisper an apology, sinking a little into it as she isn't met with the resistance she somehow still expects. Sorry, home. She's supposed to protect you.
There's no one outside to offer a welcome or casserole to Chika when she arrives, which is probably for the best. That hypothetical person has dodged both Chika's wrath and the ghost's. Unfortunately, there's very little that Ryder can do from the entranceway to force anyone out, especially these days. Too many people trying to make too many changes. Since she can't throw a bookshelf on top of her -- if only. She would have had to be in Ryder's old room for that -- she opts instead to open and slam the front door once it's been cleared. A creak runs through the floor that might have sounded pleading if it wasn't fueled by Ryder's energy.]
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With a huff at herself that sounds like a faint, passing breeze outside, Ryder drifts through once she's sure the coast is clear. Of course this random chick has derailed another plan of hers.]
Leave the hammer, are you fucking shitting me?!
[A crack in the wall thickens and groans, pulling back from her fury as much as a building can. She's quick to press her palms to the wall and whisper an apology, sinking a little into it as she isn't met with the resistance she somehow still expects. Sorry, home. She's supposed to protect you.
There's no one outside to offer a welcome or casserole to Chika when she arrives, which is probably for the best. That hypothetical person has dodged both Chika's wrath and the ghost's. Unfortunately, there's very little that Ryder can do from the entranceway to force anyone out, especially these days. Too many people trying to make too many changes. Since she can't throw a bookshelf on top of her -- if only. She would have had to be in Ryder's old room for that -- she opts instead to open and slam the front door once it's been cleared. A creak runs through the floor that might have sounded pleading if it wasn't fueled by Ryder's energy.]
Get...out...