“I don’t know where you come from or why you’re here, but if you’re planning on hurting-”
“Would you like some tea?”
If was like hitting a brick wall at full speed, but only in his mind. “What?”
“You seem too have much aggression. A nice cup of tea will soothe away some anger.” The ghost-not-ghost did something. It was too blurry to see properly, but it felt like a shrug to Danny. “Or I could leave. I did not know that you laid claim to this demesne. I apologize for trespassing.”
“Bwa?” This was, for Danny, a first. Something ghostly had come to Amity Park and did not want to fight him. Had actually apologized to him, and offered him tea. “Who are you?”
The thing-Danny was fairly certain that it wasn’t a ghost-sort of crumpled around the middle. It took Danny a moment to realize it was bowing. “Forgive me, I have been unacceptably rude. I am Chrysanthemum Dragon of the Lesser Three Rivers, from the Land of the Rising Sun, currently on pilgrimage to Ireland.”
It was silent, a polite, waiting kind of silent. “Oh. Um. I’m Danny, and this is Amity Park. I normally fight ghosts. Sorry I attacked you. I thought you were a ghost.”
“I,” said the thing, neutrally, but Danny was learning that neutrally with this particular not-ghost did not mean that it had no opinion but that it was hiding its opinion, “am kami. You would say . . . a small spirit of nature, yes? And you are something like an oni, a spirit-which-fights. I think we have much to discuss. Are you sure you will not have some tea?”
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Date: 2007-01-28 05:20 am (UTC)“Would you like some tea?”
If was like hitting a brick wall at full speed, but only in his mind. “What?”
“You seem too have much aggression. A nice cup of tea will soothe away some anger.” The ghost-not-ghost did something. It was too blurry to see properly, but it felt like a shrug to Danny. “Or I could leave. I did not know that you laid claim to this demesne. I apologize for trespassing.”
“Bwa?” This was, for Danny, a first. Something ghostly had come to Amity Park and did not want to fight him. Had actually apologized to him, and offered him tea. “Who are you?”
The thing-Danny was fairly certain that it wasn’t a ghost-sort of crumpled around the middle. It took Danny a moment to realize it was bowing. “Forgive me, I have been unacceptably rude. I am Chrysanthemum Dragon of the Lesser Three Rivers, from the Land of the Rising Sun, currently on pilgrimage to Ireland.”
It was silent, a polite, waiting kind of silent. “Oh. Um. I’m Danny, and this is Amity Park. I normally fight ghosts. Sorry I attacked you. I thought you were a ghost.”
“I,” said the thing, neutrally, but Danny was learning that neutrally with this particular not-ghost did not mean that it had no opinion but that it was hiding its opinion, “am kami. You would say . . . a small spirit of nature, yes? And you are something like an oni, a spirit-which-fights. I think we have much to discuss. Are you sure you will not have some tea?”
“ . . . tea sounds good.”