Blood?

Why would she drink blood?

She [i]is[/i] a ghost now. At least, during the night, except when she really wanted to not be, and then sometimes when she really wanted to be during the day. Is that what ghosts... do?

She hadn't paid too much attention to the news. Never had, ever since one of her aunts got super huffy about how the interviewer was super mean. She'd listened to that interview, of course, and hadn't seemed like anything was particularly out of sorts, but if you mentioned it within earshot you'd promptly get an earful, and anyway that anchor got let go a few months later and the aunt seemed super smug and Rain didn't know if it was a coincidence or the Aunt pulled strings.

Rain looks down at her hands. Translucent and see through. It would take her more effort to open a door than to walk through it right now. Her gut twists as she thinks about that.

She doesn't think she craves blood. She could try some, find it in the market from a butcher or something. Or she could try to reach out to somebody. Do research into ghosts, like half the city, or bother Doctor Huan.

Whatever she's doing, though, it's not happening here. Whiny HOUND directors also don't deserve to give her an earful, though she's sure that he'll complain a lot to her uncle that's in town and he'll make all the sympathetic noises and oh, that looks like a big glowing net, time to leave.

She dips out through a few floors and a wall or two, descending rapidly as her coat flaps through the air, slowing her descent. The tunnels, the tunnels are safe, she'll be able to lose anybody down there and all she has to do is get to them. Which is easy, it's really hard to stop a ghost with fences and walls and doors.

And Rain, she's a ghost.

[quote]Accepting shift.[/quote]