I sat on the bed, wincing at the pain of the syndrome. Thank God I don't have to work with the stupid metal again.Corazon grinned at me from his corner "Good morning Tesla. By the way, nice hair "he smirked, I just growled at him, and padded over to my backpack, grabbing my things and heading towards the bathroom. "Go recce the bar Corazon, and see if Law has arrived, AND FOR GOODNESS SAKE DON'T SMOKE IN THE ROOM! I KNOW YOU ARE A BLOODY GHOST BUT AS A SOUL MASTER, I CAN STILL SMELL IT!" "But it is just a memory of me smoking..." "GHOSTS ARE ESSENTIALLY JUST A SOUL WRAPPED IN MEMORIES AND FOR ME WHO CAN SEE, INTERACT, TOUCH SOULS,I CAN STILL SMELL IT, NOW SHOO,SCRAM!" "Someone is grouchy today, "he snickered. Flicking the butt of his memory of his cigarette, he slipped through the floorboards and into the room below.
Actually, I did not mind the smell to much, but my old master, world noble The Master, a.k.aR. yeah I know 'punny' name, huh?, was a chain smoker, and he when had taken me away from my village ,TORTURED ME ,MADE ME USE MY POWERSto work with amber lead, causing it to accumulate in my body. Even after I escaped the compound, I can never escape from his grasp.
I brushed my teeth and took a shower ,the hot water temporarily supressing the pain. Ah,the stupid pain,at least after a while it just becomes a tiny incessant thing,like an annoying bug instead of a thousand lions trying to rip you a part. I tied my blue and green hair into a ponytail, wore a deep blue tank top, black cargo pants with a 'live' view of my bonesit was a neat trick, and it actually showed how my legs were moving,and if anything broke,I'd be able to identify it easily. However, it only showed my shin to thigh bones. My long black coat with a deep hood that shielded must of my face and finally, coiled my crimson red scarf around my neck, with red hearts hanging at the bottom, like Corazon 's hat. I looked in the mirror, most of the white blotches were covered up,except the one under my left eye.I opened the door, and Corazon almost fell through me in excitement. "Law is on this island, we have to go now, they are docked at the secret harbour north of the island waiting for the Log pose to set. They are walking through town right now! " He was bouncing up and down so fast he forgot to think that the floor was something he could stand on and promptly sunk right through. "Argh! Not again!" Despite my pain, I couldn't help but laugh. Ghosts have to consciously remember that the floor is solid, and they can stand on it, otherwise they will sink through. Tricky things, ghosts. I grabbed him under the arms and with a HEAVE, pulled him straight up. Glasses and hat askew, he sprawled onto the floor. "Sorry, I guess I was too excited huh?" He grinned brightly. I couldn't help it, I laughed so hard i tumbled onto the floor. We fell into a heap of chuckling mess. His excitement rubbed off me, my heart couldn't help but thump faster. Maybe I'll finally be cured, and I could save my friends!
"Sorry to burst your bubble Ros, but i have one problem." I wiggled my Rash covered fingers and pointed another patch under my eye. Rosinante's face immediately crumpled and held my face in his hands. "It's spreading faster than I expected, we better hurry! You are a clown right? You surely have some purple eyeliner right?" I snapped my fingers, of course! I opened my bag and took out the bottle. "Pass it to me," he commanded. I took his hand and whispered a spell and rune glowed on his hand enabling him to touch mortal things for a short period of time. "This should do it!" And pressed the bottle into his hand. His jaw dropped. "Go on, what are you waiting for? It'll only last for five minutes. "he quickly set to work. "There, done!" I looked in the mirror. He had drawn the same spikey sign he had on his face. It covered the spot perfectly. " Couldn't you be a little more original? " "Hey at least it shows we are on the same team! And your hands, gloves!" I smacked my head. "Creation!" Two tendrils wrapped around my fingers as my powers manipulated the souls of the air, picking out the elements needed to form to snug leather gloves. "Let's go!"