Spirits

[Zephel]

Twiddling a pencil around and around her fingers, Syani sat quietly in a dark cafe with a cup of coffee and an opened book on her table. Area 51 isn't her type of cafe at all, but as the people here aren't that noisy, it's the perfect place for her to study about spirits...

"Okay...so spirits means breath in Latin. Spirit is somehow similar to souls...and is identified with the mind....or...or consciousness...or the brain," she spoke to herself, still with her pencil spinning around her fingers.

"Fine, that's nice, but what about spirits that have survived the death of the body, yet maintaining the mind and consciousness..." flipping the pages, Syani seems to be fully concentrated in her book, not aware of her surrounding...

[gotischgoth]

Rufus sits in a chair alone in the back of the cafe. He wonders around his own mind, looking for amusement. Looking over, he notices a girl sitting there reading a book. In her muttering, he over-hears her pondering of spirits. He snickers a small laugh. Out of curiosity of this student of the spirits, he gets up and sits next to her.

"Getting into the arts of the lesser known? Two breeds alike. Anything I could possibly help you with?

[Zephel]

"Oh? Syani turned to her side, noticing a spectacled guy sitting beside her, "Yeah. Everything. This subject is my second worst topic to study about."

Smiling, she stops her pencil-spinning, "Hi, I'm Syani." putting her pencil down, she offers her hand for a handshake. The half-vampire isn't so used in skin-contact, but it's always better to get over her fears at some point, so she practices some small common gestures - like a handshake.