Welcome to Gaia! ::

The academy has been better than he had expected. Already after a couple of days being among the students, he has already encountered interesting personalities, made friends with them, and found the library acceptable to his standards- not for the words inscribed in the books, but mostly for the pictures in them. It wasn’t that he was a reader, he appreciated a good story or two, but he was obsessed with paintings and portraits. It wasn’t a surprise that he was going to try his hand at making them.

Click, click, click. The shutter snapped. The lens was aimed at several directions. A snap there, and snap here. The slimer was spinning in place. He did it ease; floating a few inches off the ground. Anything that was moving had a picture taken of it- at least twice. He took pictures of trees, birds, grass, teachers and even other students.

There were several cartridges of film on the ground where he was floating; some done, some still empty. The quality of pictures probably weren’t great, but it didn’t matter; he wanted to capture life.

Click. Click. Click. The snapping continued, followed by the rattling of film being wound around. The slimer wasn’t stopping when a boil was approaching him. He focused on its face, and like a stop motion film he captured nearly every step in a regular pattern. It took a few more seconds till he put the camera down to replace the cartridge.

“I’m capturing life,” the ghost answered dutifully, “or unlife, depending on who I’m taking pictures of.”

With a new film in, the ghost lifted his camera with no hesitation and continued to take picture of the boil in front of him.

“And you.” He snapped a few times. “You seem interesting.”

Everything was interesting to a, somewhat, newly risen ghost.

The slimer kept the camera at his eye while he observed the half beast before him. It was like he was watching the world through a different eye, and one that could preserve it forever, unlike his memory which seem to wax and wane with uneven intervals. He took note of the boil’s little comments, about others who were taking pictures, perhaps, someday, he’ll get to meet them and trade notes on photography.

“I’m El Greco,” the slimer kept one hand on the camera, while he extended his other, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“And as for your other questions, uh, the headmistress is the lady with beehive hair, I haven’t been to the clinic, but I hear it’s run by someone like me, and I work… for myself? I just like pictures.”

Click. Click. Click.