Papers ahoy!

Marcus was taking a slight break from his usual activities, deciding he wanted to travel a bit, make the most of his afterlife while it lasted. And so it was that he stepped from the train into Montreal, still in his police uniform that he died in, the style vidibly different to the American police, but that did not bother him greatly, after all most people would look literally right through him.

He looks up at the sun, trying to remember what it felt like to feel warmth on skin, deciding to go somewhere quiet, he heads to a park, when suddenly a cluster of paper blew towards him. He gently grabs the paper, walking over to the only other person nearby, holding out the paper. "Are these yours, ma'am?" he asks Audrey with a smile

Hop! She  grabbed a  paper in the air! Feeling her first victory, she caught one by slamming her foot down on the sheet with such intensity as if her life depended on it! She grabbed the paper, sighing because of the state it was before she suddenly heard another voice. "Oh thank you!" She said, about to grab her paper freezing the site she had.

The person who was infront of her appeared to be tranparent. She could see through him. Not only that, but their was a blue flame burning part of his face. Of course, like anybody, she knew about meta humans. She was one herself even though she was very secretive about it. But she never saw someone like.. Him. He was like a ghost.

She finally got to think again and grabbed her papers "Ahem... Sorry.. You kindof surprised me there." She added, feeling bad for staring at him like she did. "But yes, those are mines. Thank you very much!" She couldn't lie, she was hella curious but she did not know how to ask without sounding rude or anything.

He notices her face as she stared at him, he quickly realised he was physical to grab the papers, letting the flames go out as he returns to his spirit form, still translucent, but most chalked that up to their eyes playing tricks. "It's alright, ma'am. Couldn't leave you chasing a paper trail across this city. Interesting papers though, guess you are a student around these parts?" he asks, leaning against a tree as he adjusts his hat on his head, yawning slightly, which was a strange thing to consider due to the fact that he did not actually sleep.

He nods, understanding French reasonably well on account of the close proximity of the country to his own, and the dependence on teaching it at schools, and as for the programming, to him it was just lots of confusing lines that probably made a computer do something fun.

"I often forget about the large French speaking population in Canada, always seems strange when surrounded by so many English speaking places. Wish I came here more often, experience some of the things on my bucket list." he nods "It's always worth venturing outside to see the world. You never know which day may be your last one, so it's worth living every one of them like it is your last."

And finally it appears that this lady had figured out that something seemed off about him, to which he chuckles, scratching the back of his head "To be honest. I am not sure. I saw what was left of my body be dragged from a burning pile of rubble and placed into a bodybag. Even watched my own funeral but I'm not sure what I am. I doubt it is as clear cut as we think of it." to prove his point he wanders over to where she was stood and walking right through her.

He shrugs "Who knows? All I know is who killed me, and that my last thoughts were that I'd really like a bacon butty when I got out of hospital from this." he sits down against a tree, his form becoming a bit more opaque again as the flames took over his face again. "It may even just be that this is what is beyond life, or just another stage of it. There's enough reports of spirits in the world that I am confident I am not alone."

He watches her confusion at him passing through her "You are alive, remember? I cannot touch living things in my spirit state. Only non living items, hence how I could hold your papers. Death can only touch death."

So he was? How joyful. So joyful her ultimate response was "Ah..." 

She figured well enough he probably couldnt anymore. After all he probably didn't even need to. She set her bag down and sat on the ground since he decided to sit down as well. "Ahh..." she mumbled lowly. It made sense she guessed "Have you never found another ghost like you?" She asked, tilting her head lightly.

He shakes his head "To be honest I've not been like this for very long at all. I think it's only been a month or two since my funeral. Which by the way was dull and boring, never have one." he says with a smile, kicking back as he relaxed. "But I am sure I will meet more as time goes on. Maybe I'll be like Bruce Willis."

"No, no I wasn't, but the funny thing about death is that people don't want to acknowledge it. To them I was probably just someone who looked a bit familiar... Perhaps some felt a pang of pain at seeing me, but I... I couldn't say anything, I mean, what would there to be said? Hi mum, it's me the corpse." he says as he throws his hands up, before gently resting them on his lap.

He shakes his head "No not really. In fact I fear finding more; I am still here for some reason, perhaps it's my sense of duty, perhaps it's random luck. But there will be some out there who remained out of pure hatred and evil. And those people... well... I've already died once to a person like that. Don't fancy a round two." he admits with a deep sigh, looking around himself.

She scratchrd het head, wondering what she'd do if such situation happened to her. She figured she'd have trouble not talking to her relatives. But figured maybe it'd be temporary thing then she'd dissapear. And her relatives wouldn't get to touch her or anything, she could figure a few would wanna hug her. That and maybe it would scare some? It was one fucked up situation to think of... "That must've been hard, though..." she mumbled silently.


 ".... True.." she mumbled. She was getting more silent, not sure what to ask without asking too much and ended up asking "If it's alright for me to ask, what do you plan to do now? Are you still gonna try to help out others with your sense of duty?"