[It's been like this since nearly the first full moon when he arrived in this city.
Garrett is not a man who enjoys being flashy. He prefers being alone, a hidden face in the dark, something that's more a shadow then anything tangible or visible at all. "Child of the shadows," the Queen of Beggars calls him, and it's a title he strives to keep even now. But it's gotten harder, quite literally, when you suddenly can't hold anything, you fall through floors, you suddenly dematerialize and re-materialize at the drop of a hat if you're startled. It makes his work hard, frustrating, his tools completely useless when he's like this, wandering being his only option until it finally wears off.
The first night this came about, Garrett had torn out of the clocktower like a bat out of hell. His mind was overridden with the need to seek out ones who had wronged others, the master thief clearly toeing the line between his own mantra and being vengeance itself. Nowadays, it's easier to control and stay in control, but that doesn't mean he likes it, or that he's not afraid of it happening every time.
"Hey, Garrett. Make sure you don't become a ghost yourself." "I've been a ghost my entire life."
The irony isn't lost on him. Here, in Kaisou, it's just as familiar as back home, though this time- he actually is a ghost. Garrett's not sure if Basso would laugh or be concerned, and he doesn't want to dwell on it. Not right now. Which is why he'd been keeping to one of the higher buildings here, out of sight, willing himself to at least stay tangible enough to not just fall through the rooftop itself. Once daylight comes, things will get easier.
And then he'd found that he wasn't the only one there- Vash had soon shown up and sat down, causing the thief to panic and fall through the floor. Luckily he caught himself before he'd gone further into the building, but this has now become annoying if only because he has to be fast to get out of here. Garrett quietly pokes his head up into the rooftop floor, eyes watching and moving quietly as possible to try and not get any attention on him. If he can just move quickly-
It's not fast enough. Vash spots him, or at least spots the echoes of him, trying to reach for a man who doesn't have a physical form currently, hands going through Garrett's arm as he jerks back in surprise. Of course, this only makes it worse, as he suddenly dematerializes where he is, only going and re-materializing a few feet away, irritation in his tone.
While he may not exactly look like he usually does- a different outfit; red eyes, the left one flaring brightly with wisps of a faint smoke trailing upwards; any open skin appearing more like someone dunked him in black ink and then painted every bone in stark white like a partial skeleton- the voice that speaks back is familiar, reverb or no.]
Go away.
[Vash is one who worries for the people he cares about, if he knows something's wrong. That's how it's been since the master thief has met him. Any chance he's had to interact with Garrett, there's been kindness and friendliness, there's been banter and a stalwart sense of companionship despite Garrett repeatedly trying to get out of said companionship. Despite his best efforts, he cannot get rid of the plant man, and so the thief has finally stopped trying. Here and now, he knows, knows that Vash isn't going to just leave him alone. Not after seeing this.
He's fine (he's not fine). He's used to it (he's not, it still terrifies him). He's had worse and it'll go back to normal soon enough (please help him).]
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Garrett is not a man who enjoys being flashy. He prefers being alone, a hidden face in the dark, something that's more a shadow then anything tangible or visible at all. "Child of the shadows," the Queen of Beggars calls him, and it's a title he strives to keep even now. But it's gotten harder, quite literally, when you suddenly can't hold anything, you fall through floors, you suddenly dematerialize and re-materialize at the drop of a hat if you're startled. It makes his work hard, frustrating, his tools completely useless when he's like this, wandering being his only option until it finally wears off.
The first night this came about, Garrett had torn out of the clocktower like a bat out of hell. His mind was overridden with the need to seek out ones who had wronged others, the master thief clearly toeing the line between his own mantra and being vengeance itself. Nowadays, it's easier to control and stay in control, but that doesn't mean he likes it, or that he's not afraid of it happening every time.
"Hey, Garrett. Make sure you don't become a ghost yourself."
"I've been a ghost my entire life."
The irony isn't lost on him. Here, in Kaisou, it's just as familiar as back home, though this time- he actually is a ghost. Garrett's not sure if Basso would laugh or be concerned, and he doesn't want to dwell on it. Not right now. Which is why he'd been keeping to one of the higher buildings here, out of sight, willing himself to at least stay tangible enough to not just fall through the rooftop itself. Once daylight comes, things will get easier.
And then he'd found that he wasn't the only one there- Vash had soon shown up and sat down, causing the thief to panic and fall through the floor. Luckily he caught himself before he'd gone further into the building, but this has now become annoying if only because he has to be fast to get out of here. Garrett quietly pokes his head up into the rooftop floor, eyes watching and moving quietly as possible to try and not get any attention on him. If he can just move quickly-
It's not fast enough. Vash spots him, or at least spots the echoes of him, trying to reach for a man who doesn't have a physical form currently, hands going through Garrett's arm as he jerks back in surprise. Of course, this only makes it worse, as he suddenly dematerializes where he is, only going and re-materializing a few feet away, irritation in his tone.
While he may not exactly look like he usually does- a different outfit; red eyes, the left one flaring brightly with wisps of a faint smoke trailing upwards; any open skin appearing more like someone dunked him in black ink and then painted every bone in stark white like a partial skeleton- the voice that speaks back is familiar, reverb or no.]
Go away.
[Vash is one who worries for the people he cares about, if he knows something's wrong. That's how it's been since the master thief has met him. Any chance he's had to interact with Garrett, there's been kindness and friendliness, there's been banter and a stalwart sense of companionship despite Garrett repeatedly trying to get out of said companionship. Despite his best efforts, he cannot get rid of the plant man, and so the thief has finally stopped trying. Here and now, he knows, knows that Vash isn't going to just leave him alone. Not after seeing this.
He's fine (he's not fine). He's used to it (he's not, it still terrifies him). He's had worse and it'll go back to normal soon enough (please help him).]