Man Ginko was getting some mixed messages here. Or... maybe some cultural confusion. The guy was a skeleton, it would figure that he would be used to thinking of things in a different way from what Ginko was used to--
He really couldn't think about the skeleton thing for too long at a time actually, he was going to just... set that aside to keep working on later.
Ginko managed a smile, just barely, and nodded at Jack. "So we'd better find that door."
"Not terribly far--you see that ridge there," he pointed with a long bony finger. Maybe a quarter mile ahead of them was a hill capped with stones and a few dead trees. Someone had put a sign post there.
"When I try to find my way back, I feel I always pass that sign but I'm afraid I can't read whatever is written on it."
This was a point of mild shame for Jack--he felt he was pretty well versed in most languages. He had to be to keep his legends and fellow monsters sorted in his mind. Oh well, there was no shame in being humble, he supposed. He was already asking the living for help.
And speaking of.
"I'd like to say--I appreciate your help very much. But I need to know...are you not afraid of me?"
"That's odd... let's go take a look." If the sign wasn't in Japanese, he wasn't going to be able to do much with it, but... that in itself would tell them something, he supposed.
And then Jack asked something he wasn't sure how to answer.
Ginko hmm'd softly, glancing over at Jack again. "...Honestly? A little bit. I mean, you don't really see skeletons walking around here." He snorted softly and looked ahead again. "My work brings me into contact with a lot of strange things, and you're... not quite like any I've seen before. Which-- is pretty alarming, I consider myself pretty knowledgeable about my work." He doesn't even feel bad saying that, frankly. He is good at what he does, and he doubts that this skeleton who keeps talking about how scary he is will mind him saying as much.
"But... maybe I'm just primed to accept weird sights. Or maybe I'll break down about it later."
"It would make me feel better if you did," said Jack.
Because his feelings were oh so important.
As the sign drew nearer, it became clear that there were no spooky auras hanging around it or the stones surrounding it. No humming, no pressure just under Ginko's eyeballs, no weird taste in the mouth. The sign was in Japanese, older than what Jack was used to reading.
It was simply a marker for the town that had called for Ginko's aid.
However something interesting happened when Jack approached it. He walked up to it as though to gesture to it and then grew very still. He gained a far-away look in his eye sockets and then turned on one heel and started aimlessly wandering back the way they came.
"Uh... sorry about that." He sounded more bemused than sorry.
Ginko walked up to the sign, brow creasing as he looked over it. "That's... just the town marker. Sorry, I'm not sure what-- where are you going?"
He turned as Jack did, then hurried after him when it became clear that Jack was... not stopping. He circled around in front of him (almost running to move faster than Jack's long-legged stride) and held his hands up to try to get his attention. "Hey! What are you doing?"
For several long strides, Jack didn't respond. Only when Ginko shouted did he stop and look around. The skeleton turned and stared at Ginko, startled. How had he gotten over there? How was he not facing the sign now? He furrowed his brow ridge.
"This is it."
He came walking back toward Ginko.
"I believe this is the place. Something strange is happening. I have tried to..."
He wasn't able to meet Ginko. He got about a yard from him, spaced out, and turned and walked in yet another direction.
If it was, he was going to have some serious words with its resident! Jack's face had creased momentarily as he thought about just what words he'd have--but then his face fell and he brought a hand to his brow. He suddenly didn't feel well and it wasn't just swirling anxiety. He felt almost as though there were moths fluttering around in his skull.
"Good question." Very helpful, Ginko. But he looked back at the sign, thoughtful, and kept talking.
"If this is a problem specific to you, it might just mean that the problem - whether it's some type of mushi or another phenomenon - may be attached to you. But it might just be because you're... pretty different from any other being I know of in this world. Could be a reaction that simply doesn't happen to humans."
Jack tried to distract himself from the strange feeling in his skull. He was tempted to stick his fingers into one eye and feel around to see if something were stuck there but he felt that might be rude with living company.
So he is dead. That... would sound pretty fake, if it weren't for the fact that Ginko was already having a conversation with a fully animate skeleton.
Instead, though, it just went to raise a few more questions - not that Jack simply being some kind of living creature that happened to look like an elongated human skeleton wouldn't have. But those questions might have to wait.
"...That's a possibility. Not like dead people walk around very often here. Did you used to be a living human, then?"
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He really couldn't think about the skeleton thing for too long at a time actually, he was going to just... set that aside to keep working on later.
Ginko managed a smile, just barely, and nodded at Jack. "So we'd better find that door."
Too bad they didn't have much to go on for that.
"How far were you from that field to start with?"
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"When I try to find my way back, I feel I always pass that sign but I'm afraid I can't read whatever is written on it."
This was a point of mild shame for Jack--he felt he was pretty well versed in most languages. He had to be to keep his legends and fellow monsters sorted in his mind. Oh well, there was no shame in being humble, he supposed. He was already asking the living for help.
And speaking of.
"I'd like to say--I appreciate your help very much. But I need to know...are you not afraid of me?"
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And then Jack asked something he wasn't sure how to answer.
Ginko hmm'd softly, glancing over at Jack again. "...Honestly? A little bit. I mean, you don't really see skeletons walking around here." He snorted softly and looked ahead again. "My work brings me into contact with a lot of strange things, and you're... not quite like any I've seen before. Which-- is pretty alarming, I consider myself pretty knowledgeable about my work." He doesn't even feel bad saying that, frankly. He is good at what he does, and he doubts that this skeleton who keeps talking about how scary he is will mind him saying as much.
"But... maybe I'm just primed to accept weird sights. Or maybe I'll break down about it later."
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Because his feelings were oh so important.
As the sign drew nearer, it became clear that there were no spooky auras hanging around it or the stones surrounding it. No humming, no pressure just under Ginko's eyeballs, no weird taste in the mouth. The sign was in Japanese, older than what Jack was used to reading.
It was simply a marker for the town that had called for Ginko's aid.
However something interesting happened when Jack approached it. He walked up to it as though to gesture to it and then grew very still. He gained a far-away look in his eye sockets and then turned on one heel and started aimlessly wandering back the way they came.
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Ginko walked up to the sign, brow creasing as he looked over it. "That's... just the town marker. Sorry, I'm not sure what-- where are you going?"
He turned as Jack did, then hurried after him when it became clear that Jack was... not stopping. He circled around in front of him (almost running to move faster than Jack's long-legged stride) and held his hands up to try to get his attention. "Hey! What are you doing?"
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"This is it."
He came walking back toward Ginko.
"I believe this is the place. Something strange is happening. I have tried to..."
He wasn't able to meet Ginko. He got about a yard from him, spaced out, and turned and walked in yet another direction.
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(He did not really think through how bizarre holding onto a pair of skeleton arms would feel, but that really was weird.)
"--Jack. Don't try to head for the sign again, I... don't think you can go near it."
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"I don't understand...is it haunted?"
If it was, he was going to have some serious words with its resident! Jack's face had creased momentarily as he thought about just what words he'd have--but then his face fell and he brought a hand to his brow. He suddenly didn't feel well and it wasn't just swirling anxiety. He felt almost as though there were moths fluttering around in his skull.
"Or am I haunted?"
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"If this is a problem specific to you, it might just mean that the problem - whether it's some type of mushi or another phenomenon - may be attached to you. But it might just be because you're... pretty different from any other being I know of in this world. Could be a reaction that simply doesn't happen to humans."
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That thought lead him to another though.
"Perhaps it is because I am dead?"
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Instead, though, it just went to raise a few more questions - not that Jack simply being some kind of living creature that happened to look like an elongated human skeleton wouldn't have. But those questions might have to wait.
"...That's a possibility. Not like dead people walk around very often here. Did you used to be a living human, then?"
Or he could start asking right now.