Thread: The ghosts are friendly~ [Sakura and Aang]
Who: Kinomoto Sakura and Aang.
What: Meeting up to go to the kitchen/dining room.
When: After this.
Where: Room 917 first, then the kitchen area.
Rating: G?
Instead of taking the stairs, Aang quickly let his air scooter appear. He was going to get there a lot faster this way. Balancing himself on top of the swirling sphere of air, he set out for the ninth floor, zooming along the corridors, staircases and even the railings and walls.
It sounded like the spirits that seemed to run the place or at least worked here were scary to some people, but Aang didn't think there was anything to be afraid of. They couldn't talk, as far as he knew, but they weren't unfriendly or anything like that, either. They just... existed. Right? And worked hard to make things comfortable for all these people here.
Maybe Sakura was going to get used to them after a while, too.
Aang reached the right floor and managed to stop smoothly, hopping back down onto the floor. Room 917? He glanced at the name on the doors he passed until he found the right one. Approaching it, he raised his hand to knock before waiting for an answer.
What: Meeting up to go to the kitchen/dining room.
When: After this.
Where: Room 917 first, then the kitchen area.
Rating: G?
Instead of taking the stairs, Aang quickly let his air scooter appear. He was going to get there a lot faster this way. Balancing himself on top of the swirling sphere of air, he set out for the ninth floor, zooming along the corridors, staircases and even the railings and walls.
It sounded like the spirits that seemed to run the place or at least worked here were scary to some people, but Aang didn't think there was anything to be afraid of. They couldn't talk, as far as he knew, but they weren't unfriendly or anything like that, either. They just... existed. Right? And worked hard to make things comfortable for all these people here.
Maybe Sakura was going to get used to them after a while, too.
Aang reached the right floor and managed to stop smoothly, hopping back down onto the floor. Room 917? He glanced at the name on the doors he passed until he found the right one. Approaching it, he raised his hand to knock before waiting for an answer.