WHAT YOU TRIED TO SAY TO ME [o, ghost]

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If she hadn't been so deeply wrapped up in her own head, perhaps Margaery would have shown a glimmer of emotion as she approached the trio. Instead, her lifeless copper eyes simply fell upon the ghost and she idly wondered if she had jurisdiction to tell it that it could not be here without the interest of joining. Ghosts were not governed by the same rules as mortals (or in her case, immortals). They were already deceased and, in a way, had access to the world at their own will. She really doubted that she could attempt to enforce anything differently but for the sake of her clan, she figured that she had to try.

Expelling a faint sigh, the borderline-ravenous appearing vampire would fixate her dull gaze upon Anakin. [color=#b14767]"Unfortunately," She began in a soft, hoarse voice, waves of nausea generated from her children themselves washing over her, [color=#b14767]"This is clan territory. I'm not sure if it'd be wise for you to remain here without the intent of joining." And especially if you plan to haunt our members. This ghostly being didn't look malevolent though... if anything, he radiated a sort of nobleness- a recognizable prowess that revealed good intention. [color=#b14767]"Or, you could wait for our leader to arrive and allow him to make the decision," She continued, the monotone of her voice breaking a bit as she mentioned 'her leader'. The moment Bastilleprisoner arrived would be the moment she departed. No questions asked. [color=#b14767]"The choice is yours."