The Ruling
Whatever it was Ralph happened to be doing in the middle of Swordfighting, it left her swinging not far past Kalinka's head as soon as the Slayer landed in the Headmistress' office with a flurry of white and blue orbs. Kalinka did not seem to react, however, and simply continued looking down into her collar from her seat before the desk
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"I am starting to see things?" Ralph murmured to herself. "I can't remember I was drunk last night." She rubbed irritated over her forehead and thus missed the girl kicking Kalinka down again.
"Kalinka? You need help?" But she froze when she heard someone clearly talking to her. "Well sorry that we're have more agility than you do," she said angrily to what she thought was empty air. It made her feel just a little ridiculous, though.
Ralph had no time to think about that too much, because at that point, Kalinka had climbed out of the pit and accused her of pushing her into the pit. "...Excuse me?" Ralph sounded annoyed. "It wasn't me who pushed you over the edge, you know. I tried to warn you, remember? It's your own fault for falling into it."
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Kalinka simply lowered her eyes while she stood there, holding half of a wooden bow. The other half dangled down by a string, up until it was cast back into the trap beside its owner. "It can't be my fault if I was shoved to begin with, and I don't see who else you're planning on blaming."
Without bothering to get much further away, the lightning Kalinka was so fond of toying with shot through her in a quick burst, popping the mud caked onto her clothes off as brittle shards of glass. The next step was simply dusting off her sleeves and legs.
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The woman made an irritated gesture. "Anyway, get away from that pit before you fall into it again."
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Helpfully enough, the vines that littered the ground gathered up to hand the broken femur to Kalinka as she neared it, reaching out only after covering one hand up as much as possible with her sleeves. Handling anything deceased was never her idea of a good time. "Thanks."
"Well, that's nice of you to..." In the middle of her sentence, the ghost turned towards the mass of vines. It may have been odd to talk to the sentient plant life as casually as Kalinka would, but the ghost had become positively furious with it for some reason. "And you couldn't help me out of that, thing!" Her hand waved a point towards the hole, Kalinka herself bending down to replace the dead girl's leg. "What's with her? Why do you like her so much? You have the same favorite color? Couldn't help a kind, innocent, sweet, defenseless, hungry, adorable girl that fell into some stupid idiot's trap they left lying around!" At the very least, the garden wasn't talking back.
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She winced at a furious outburst. "Do you suppose we could leave somewhere pretty soon? All this talking without someone actually being here makes my flesh creep." Ralph paused for a moment, looking at the garden and then at Kalinka. She grinned. "I'd say you and the garden do share a favourite colour, though. Which would be green."
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"Gardens that aren't green, usually, aren't faring very well. Much the reverse of humans." Kalinka spoke as if she hadn't noticed before glancing back. She couldn't make the girl out, but seemed to look directly through her on the grass. "Whoever it is seems to have learned that my abilities aren't entirely corporeal." The green girl stood up again, dusting off her khaki pants. "I don't suppose they introduced themselves? You'd think they'd be tossing you in for throwing their leg around, not me, for putting it back."
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Ralph turned her back resolutely to the grave and, she hoped, the ghost as well, and peered through the jungle ahead of them. "I don't know about you, Kalinka, but I'm going to try to find the exit. I've had enough about ghost voices talking to me."
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