ISLA
Stepping back over to stand at Remi's side, Isla gazes down at the battered ticket before tentatively holding it out to the spirit. She has no idea if it can touch or interact with the world in any kind of meaningful way, but it does reach out for the item in return. No sooner does it touch the ticket when both it and the spirit seem to dissolve away completely, a rush of something whisking off down towards the harbour. And... well. Fuck, that's that, she supposes.
"You know," Isla says mildly, smirking over her shoulder at Remi before slowly returning to the cart, "I think I'd have been a half decent Ludo follower, if that's what it takes to put ghosts to rest." Giving him a gentle nudge - because she knows it absolutely takes more than what they've just done - Isla nonetheless takes up the cart handle to pull it the rest of the distance towards her clinic.
"Can I interest you in some tea, when we get back?"
"You know," Isla says mildly, smirking over her shoulder at Remi before slowly returning to the cart, "I think I'd have been a half decent Ludo follower, if that's what it takes to put ghosts to rest." Giving him a gentle nudge - because she knows it absolutely takes more than what they've just done - Isla nonetheless takes up the cart handle to pull it the rest of the distance towards her clinic.
"Can I interest you in some tea, when we get back?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
