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Up on a rooftop ledge along the street, a little sheet ghost sat, with a biting wind pulling at the edges of the fabric and billowing it out around her. She did not seem phased by this, the form beneath the sheet completely still otherwise as red eyes peered down, watching for passersby. Sometimes she liked to just sit and take everything in from a perch up high where nobody would think to look.

Sometimes she did it to find herself a victim someone to play with. She could get so bored, cooped up at home with her family doting on her yet no longer indulging in her odd behaviour as they once had. She was no longer a young childe, and they tried to instead encourage her to grow up and move past 'childish' things.

She was not interested in becoming someone different.

So here she sat, for what could have been minutes or hours, she could not say. She was searching for something, for someone, and she knew she would recognize them when she saw them. A new friend, or maybe someone to torment, or perhaps just a bite to eat? She would know. She would know.

Ah. There. Her gaze was drawn first to the glow of a lit cigarette, but then to the way he moved along, an easy stride that seemed somehow both filled with purpose and relaxed at the same time. The ghost tilted her head to the side as she watched, and when he paused, she was already standing, the ghost sheet rising up, elongating, before jumping down.

The red-haired woman landed first upon the cobbled ground on soft feet, the sheet followed, nearly caught in the wind, but then, swirling round, settled down over top of her once more.

She had to adjust it a little so she could see again, red eyes soon peering out from two large holes. She could tell the man was about to move along again, so she made a little sound, something oddly like a chirrup, to try and get his attention.

And if he turned and looked, he would see the little ghost staring back, perfectly still.

Even before he had looked toward her the ghost took a few steps toward him, swaying with the movement, and stopping only when he finally turned his attention fully onto her.

She stilled, the wind that rippled across the sheet the only movement, and large red eyes painted all around with dark makeup stared out from behind cut-out holes in the billowing white sheet.

When he crossed his arms over his chest, she mimicked the motion, the sheet wrapping around her arms as she did so, making them easier to perceive and revealing that yes, whatever was beneath that sheet did indeed have arms.

When he leaned back on one leg, she did the same, though she could not mimic him raising the cigarette, so she did not bother.

Ah, so he was going to play along. Good. The small smile that alighted her lips was hidden from view.

"What can I do for you." She parroted back, her voice soft and lilting, an almost haunting sound.

It was when he spoke again that the ghost finally changed positions so that she was no longer standing in mimicry to the gentleman across from her on the street. Her head cocked to the side, a curious motion, and stayed that way when she took a step closer. She was studying him, eyes almost aglow though this area was only dimly lit. There was something about this man that was oddly familiar, in a way that was similarly delightful, yet strange. It was in his mannerisms, how he spoke, the language, that cigarette that he continued to smoke, and in that way that he smiled, somehow charming and at ease even faced with something so strange as her.

She had gotten so wrapped up in just looking at him that she did not quite process what he had said next. Wait, he was leaving? So soon?? She felt strongly compelled to stop him in some way, and so, without much thought, she blurted out the first thing that came into her head.

"What is a Vardo?"

Maybe she did have one. Who was to say if she did not even know what one was?

Without even thinking about it she had begun to follow behind him, with quick strides so that he would not get far away, but when he turned she came to a halt, wide eyes staring into his until his gaze moved up toward the sky, and hers followed, as if the answers were somehow up there and not right in front of her.

Wait. What did he just call her??

Her gaze tilted back down as her eyes somehow opened even wider in bewilderment. She wanted to say something, but he had begun talking again, describing to her what a Vardo was, and while she was trying very hard to listen, she also had something very important to say but had always been told it was polite to wait until someone was finished speaking, and to not interrupt.

She bounced on her heels a little in impatience until he was finished, and she even waited for another few breaths just to make sure. When he did not say anything else she lifted up a sheet-encased hand and pointed it to herself.

"Not a Gajo. Gh-Oh-st." She drew out the last word as if it had 3 syllables instead of just one.

Ya. She sure told him what was what.

From beneath her sheet, she wrinkled her nose a little. outsider? That seemed a bit rude, considering she had spent all of her short unlife now feeling like she did not belong. How did he know? Had someone told him? Her eyes noticeably narrowed, but only for a moment. She realized quickly that he was not, in fact, trying to be rude. Maybe a tad bit condescending, with how he humored her, but still..nice, in a strange way. She'd certainly experienced her fair share of unkind words, and he did not seem unkind.

Besides, he could have told her to go away by now, and yet he had not.

At his question, she moved closer to him, just a few scurrying steps followed by a pause, and then closer still should he stand his ground and not back away, until she was within arms reach of him if he would allow her to get that close.

A tail lashed out behind her from beneath the sheet before it curled back under.

"A new friend~." She said, the voice still soft, lilting, almost melodic in its sound.

The little ghost's red eyes seemed somehow to glimmer excitedly as they gazed back into the brilliant blue of the man now looking down at her. He had not backed away from her, which she found quite nice of him, and up close she was able to see him much better, while also smelling the faint scent of the cigarette that he was holding. She even seemed to rise up a little, as if standing on her toes as she leaned toward him more, waiting for his response.

Ah. There it was!

"A friendly one, of course!" She laughed, and her laughter was as soft and melodic as her voice. "And maybe one with a little...hmmmmm...bite?" She winked one of her eyes when she said that last word and clicked her teeth together loudly from behind the sheet to emphasize her point.

She had been bold in her statement, perhaps a little bolder than she would normally have been, but she had been very sure from the moment she had spotted him from her spot on the rooftop. She was an observant one, or maybe she just had a good sense for these things, having grown up in a family that was a mix of both mortal and immortal, or maybe it was the little bit of God in her blood, but somehow, she had just known.

He was like her. He was a vampire too.

The little ghost was absolutely delighted when he seemed to catch on, and another light chime of laughter rang out from behind the sheet. She liked this guy, so far, and felt that she had chosen her target well. And yet, there was still a moment of uncertainty. He had not said anything about actually wanting to become her friend, just yet. Whatever pause there was between his words, it felt endless for the ghost, who wondered if she might soon be going home disappointed.

His sudden shrug of acceptance had her clapping her hands in excitement. She was so incredibly pleased that, just as he turned around, the ghost threw herself forward and wrapped her sheeted arms around him in a hug that would encompass as far around him as she could reach, her face pressing against his back. No words could describe her happiness at that moment. Whether or not he had truly accepted it yet, Ace had most assuredly made himself a new friend that night.

She pulled away after a brief moment and moved around so that she was standing beside him as his words registered with her. A party? While it sounded like it could be fun, it also sounded like it could be incredibly busy, and loud, which were two things that she generally had an aversion for.

But he had also said ]maybe, which did not mean for sure. She could always just accompany him on this adventure and see how things went!

"Okay!" She was grinning, but he couldn't see it, though her eyes still held that same excited shine they had before. "Lead the way..." A short pause.

"What do I call you?" She asked, quietly, realizing that she had been so focused on achieving this goal of hers, that she had forgotten to find out his name.