A Muttering Ghost

Hunter was, in the easiest term to describe, nervous.

In a longer term, apprehensive.

He couldn't recall ever switching schools before. Minding that he couldn't recall really much of anything before his death, he would just have to add this to the list of things he couldn't remember. Back to the matter at hand, it was actually rather easy to be able to relocate to Manta Carlos, considering Hunter really had no real belongings other than a few set of clothes, his music player and headphones, and.... well, that was about it really.

Hunter stood in the administration office, finishing much of his paperwork actually rather quickly... Granted he had to leave many things blank due to his amnesia, but other than that, Hunter felt glad that he was able to get everything filled out quickly enough.

He sat down in a chair, seeing as he was done with the paperwork, and began to read a small book he had brought with him in case he needed to entertain himself on the first day while he waited. Waiting for what, he wasn't sure, but he waited nonetheless.

However, with Hunter's luck, instead of it just being as simple as a new student simply reading in the admissions office, he began to have a conversation under his breath with himself.

"What am I even waiting on really? Well, then again, patience is a virtue. But I don't have a religion, so do I believe in virtues? I guess even if you don't have a religion, everyone has their own notions on what it is a good trait and what is a bad one. So, on that note, I'd suppose I'd consider patience a virtue, but people are more interesting when they get frustrated at waiting sometimes. They can also be kinda loud and annoying too depending on the person too, so it's kind of a hit or miss on that. Then again, being a ghost, I could just disappear if they get all huffy. Add that to the list of uses for my powers: not getting hit by cars, and now getting away from angry, violent impatient people."

Finishing that thought, Hunter continued his reading, unaware of the possibility that anybody might have overheard him.

Hunter wasn't exactly sure to make of the sudden intrusion upon his reading. While he held no acute fondness for the current piece of literature he was reading, he was a bit taken back from being so abruptly interrupted. At the same time however, he was glad that someone interesting had decided to pipe up.

Reading he could do anytime. Meet someone new and interesting, now that was a hit or miss type of deal.

Fiddling with the collar of the uniform a little, Hunter closed the book, his index finger keeping the page for him, and turned to the young woman near him. "I suppose you're right to some degree. Waiting for something is rather tedious, and often times, more unnecessary than necessary."

It was at this point that he noticed Fleur's bones bending at angles that seemed nigh improbable. Instead of voicing any sort of concern, Hunter remembered that he was in a school for people similar to him. A girl who could contort like a snake and who could do who knows what else was probably par the course for this school.

Hunter tried placing the time of the new face's arrival. It couldn't have been while he was filling out his paperwork. No, no, no. He would've at least been able to spot her striking appearance the second she came in during that time. So, as logic dictated, it must have been while he had been reading. Which means that, due to her earlier statement, she had managed to overhear his mumbling.

He scratched his neck, chuckled, a little ashamed that someone had to listen to him ramble under his breath, and answered her question. "It's called 'The Graveyard Book'. I quite like the subject matter, though I haven't formed a affection with it yet." He chuckled again, this time a little less embarrassed. "It even kinda reminds me of myself a little."

After Fleur had introduced herself, he nodded to her politely. He didn't want to seem a complete fool to the first other actual student he had met. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Fleur. But where are my manners? I muttered so much I made you warrant a reaction, so I should've introduced myself first."

He held out his right hand, his left preoccupied with the book, and gave her a friendly smile. "Hunter Gault. At your service."

The sight of Fleur twisting her spine to take a better look at the title of the book gave Hunter a cold chill. Not out of repulsion or surprise, but out of fascination. He didn't know what it was, but the way Fleur was able to move and bend was rather fascinating to him, truly reminiscent of a lithe snake. It was starting to become a little more apparent as to his acquaintance's special ability.

As he shifted in his seat a little, Hunter chuckled at Fleur's remark. "No, no. Nothing like that. That makes me sound like a morbid lover of the dark and deranged. And while I will partake in such literature if it intrigues me enough, I would hardly say THAT subject matter identifies with me." Whilst saying this, he watched as Fleur undid her complex bone twistto pull herself back up into a more common sitting position, and was surprised at how fast she could move so quickly.

Moving on from there, Hunter placed the book down on the floor. He was certain that he wasn't going to be needing it for at least a little while. And then, as soon as he looked back to her from putting the book down. Fleur manged to throw him for a loop. "What am I waiting for? ......... That's a good question, what am I waiting on?" Hunter scratched the back of his head, sheepishly, a light blush forming on his cheeks. "Y'see, I'm not actually sure myself. I can't recall the reason, if there is one that is. Amnesia aside, my memory isn't the greatest in the world."

Hunter chuckled nervously, unsure of what his next course of action was. Some days he wished he had been given a superior memory than his phasing and invisibility powers. It was then he noticed that Fleur had jumped a seat closer while he was thinking. Hunter, unlike other amnesiacs, thanks to his friendly nature, was uncaring for others trying to get closer to him. So he simply shot his now one chair closer friend a grin. "Hello there."

Hunter then grinned brightly at Fleur's next statement. He had thought of ways to best show his powers to people to asked, and he was certain he could at least surprise his current conversation partner.

"I'd be happy to tell you, Fleur. You see, I'm kind of a ghost." With that, Hunter stood up and approached the wall behind him and Fleur, and promptly walked right on through the solid structure like it was nothing. and while he was on the other side of the wall, Hunter began to turn invisible. As his body began to bleed out of sight, he recalled he had ten minutes invisible, but he knew it wouldn't take that long. In his now completely invisible state, he walked around to the door to the room he and Fleur were in, making it appear as if the air had opened it, and sat down, his body fading back into existence.

"Your move."

Hunter chuckled at Fleur's reaction. He had come to grips with the idea that he had died, and wasn't bothered by anyone asking. He was however still concerned with finding out what happened before his death, so he wasn't completely fine with the ordeal as a whole.

"Yes, I died. It's actually the only thing I can remember from my past. I was hit by a driver under the influence of drugs and I got sent flying into a ditch on the side of the road. I didn't die instantly though" His face took on a more solemn appearance at recalling the slow, agonizing events that occurred in his short past. While he was fine with telling people, and had come to grips with himself, the memories themselves were still rather depressing. "I bled out for half an hour before I finally slipped away. Next thing I know, I wake up, no recollection of any other prior events, and all I knew was vital things like my name and birthday."

Hunter then watched as Fleur took the stage, wholeheartedly curious as to what her display was going to be. A feat of her superior flexibility? No, that didn't seem quite right. She had already displayed that prowess to him quite effectively. So what was her plan? His curiosity reached a level, that he began to start thinking aloud to himself once more.

"Maybe she's actually some kind of mythical snake spirit. That would actually be pretty interesting. But would we run into something like a mythical snake-"

However, Hunter's monologue was cut short as the girl across from him began to actually produce mist as if she was simply breathing out carbon dioxide like a regular human. Then Fleur's rather timely explanation proved Hunter's own mutterings were correct. She was a mystical serpent creature, for all intensive purpose.

"What do you know, I guessed right." Instead of patting himself on the back like a normal person, Hunter patted himself on the head, rather pleased with himself for once. "Good going brain." It was then he laughed. "A ghost and a Rainbow Serpent! Sounds like the start of a joke!"

Hunter was normally a rather quiet person, but when he actually started talking he became more open, and due to his friendly personality, he was sometimes able to become fairly open with people he had just met. So when he had calmed down laughing he looked back to Fleur. "Sorry, but I haven't had a laugh since before I left, and that sounded really funny in my head. And I'm normally fairly quiet till I start talking, so, yeah. And I don't talk to a lot of people, so that doesn't tend to happen."

Hunter held his chin in his hand.

Just what was a lot of people to him?

Well, to date, as far as he could recall, he had only ever talked to two or three people at a time, and the biggest amount of people he had talked to in a day measure to about five or six. These number was from when he had to talk to the authorities when he had come to after the accident. But on any given day, he was lucky to talk to one or two people because he was easily overlooked when he wasn't talking.

"Well, the biggest amount of people I've talked to in a day is about five or six. And that was just when I had to talk to the authorities after the accident and found out I had no living relatives, and no friends of family either." Hunter sighed, remembering when a kindly, old police officer broke the news to him. "But on a normal day, I'm lucky to talk to one or two people, cause I'm normally quiet and out of the way."

It was then that Fleur flaunted the talkative part of her nature, and Hunter found no shortage of amusement there. The idea that she only ever stopped talking to speak to someone else was a very funny to himself. Hunter quite liked assertive people. He didn't know what it was, but he liked talking to them. Chuckling, Hunter stretched to pull a kink out of his back. "Well, you're just a regular socialite, aren't you? Well, then again I suppose you can be talkative and not a socialite, it's just easier to be so cause then you have no shortage or people to talk to."

Deciding to cut his rant short, Hunter was about to respond to Fleur's question until she decided to start yanking him out of the room. Deciding to go with the flow, he eased into catching up to walk beside her instead of being dragged behind her. If Hunter was going to go anywhere with anyone, he would rather be beside them instead of in front or behind them. "I suppose that could be fun, especially with you around. And I suppose I wouldn't mind seeing the roof or one of the towers outside. Or you can pick a place to go first. I'm fine with either as long as your sister won't kill you for disappearing on her."