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"He never asked for help." Dune replied coolly, raising brow beneath her mask as her expression became stoic. Which such control now being granted to her, she removed the mask from her face and shook her head, tilting the plumed hat up into the correct positioning. She was being entirely honest when she stated as such, he disliked her and felt uncomfortable in her presence so why should she help him?

"Had he asked for help then I would have granted it to him but alas he did not." She chided before glancing briefly at the man and raising her eyes heavenwards, "Oh by the love of the gods will you get ahold of yourself!" She snapped in a stern tone - he was acting like a weak and vulnerable child, he was a grown man for goodness sake.

"And bumping his head might actually have been good for him." She added darkly, as though on an after thought.

Roger rolled up into a sitting position, leaning back against the railing now. He was still clutching at his arm, as he lookd over at Dune. Well... the ghost was creepy, but, well, spared his head, at the cost of his arm. He didn't know if he should be afraid, or grateful, or what. And Dune, well, Dune apparently wanted him to fall. The Devil you know, he reminded himself. What did he expect? Their type was always doing things like that.

Paper's pointed ears drooped slightly. "If you're hungry, you can eat the fruits and stuff." Paper pointed to a tree tucked around the corner of the balcony. In the early morning sunlight, the smallest bits of color, blues and purples, could be seen within its branches. "The shadows say they're edible, that they're not poisonous... I eat them all the time. Cause they're real sweet. But they couldn't kill me anyway y'know... I really don't need to eat 'em. I should prolly save them for visitors.. I guess."

The ghost wiggled slightly. "And.. well.. there is something else, about the Crystal..."

Paper seemed to be trying really hard to remember something. "Well.. It's kinda hard to explain, y'know?" She scratched her head. "It's.. it's like this.. the Crystal.. it like, grows more crystals, that um.. are alive too."

The ghost looked around. "I don't have mine anymore though.."

"Not another one." Dune snarled as she leapt from the balcony railing and landed upon the floor, she simply cast a glare down upon the intruder and shook her head, "You do not." She replied darkly as she withdrew from the direct line of vision and turned her gaze upon the ghost once more, her brow raising at the discomfort within the Ghost.

"Well, where did you crystal go?" She enquired in some form of confusion, "Did it run away?" She murmured almost jokingly.

Paper leaned over the side of the balcony and smiled down at the person standing there. "Hallooo!" she called to the new face. "You hafta come inside to get up here you silly thing!"

With a giggle she turned back to Dune. "No, it didn't run away, it broke!" She winced, remembering the summoning. "It was really weird. But it's ok, cause that's how I got Genesis, and Waltz too. Waltz is funny." Paper sat in front on Dune and placed her doll in her lap, rearranging it several times before settling.

Stupid mean girl thing. I dont even know if it is a girl. Its probably really a pile of talking poo... At least the transparent one seems nice...TRANSPARENT?!

Quinn stopped muttering to herself and gave a last tentative glance at the pair on the balcony, but both figures had slipped from view. Figuring that she had thought the other girl was transparent only while in her shock from being so verbally brutlized by the steaming pile of talking poo, she made her way into the Temple and up the stairs that seemed to lead to the proper balcony.