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"talking" -- narrating -- thoughts
Ghostface sniffed at the air. He was close to a clan, that was for sure. And by the smell of it... Ivory Tower? Yeah, the scent was pretty distinguishable--it was Ivory Tower. And wasn't this clan called Phantomclan at one point? Hah hah, how ironic...
He had been traveling to find a clan to fit his needs and this one would work out just fine. At least for now. He wasn't one to like staying in one place for too long. Although he was pretty social and traveling alone got boring. But sometimes being alone was exactly what Ghosty needed. Sometimes.
He sat down for a moment and sniffed again at the air to see if there was anyone nearby. Because of his lack of eyeballs--truly he only had hollow sockets where his eyeballs should be--he relied on his other senses to tell him what was going on. And at the moment there seemed to be people around. The scent was fresh, actually.
"Hello there," he called out with a jagged-toothed smile. "Anyone out there?"