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"what you drawing battle plans?"

"Maybe."

"i see"

"My question to you is... Why are you here? I thought you were rul-- leading Azur Lane."

"i was forced on vacation by the admiral"

"See! Overworked. I'm glad the Admiral sees things my way."

"yeah sadly she couldn't do much for waker since he was always thrown from mission to mission"

"I see. Well, I'm off. Again."

She goes off without explanation, again.

"errr ok then belfast follow"

"yes master" does as requested

“…Ma’am, it’d be improper to even be talking to you. What would the other soldiers say?”

After minutes of contemplation in front of the bar, and many weird looks from people entering, the ghost finally decided to enter. Immediately, the strong and overwhelming stench of alcohol hit him like a bus. It was a bar, though, and he didn't expect anything else. He had smile on his face and a firm grip on a tattered, burnt, and unfamiliar flag.

Ghostbur took a seat. He took in all the conversations going on near him. He enjoyed being near people. As a ghost, he couldn't really drink anything, but he wasn't planning to. He was simply here to learn more about people. He looked around excitedly. He had never been around this many people before!

welp he was still in a coma so no conversation from him

Ghostbur looked over to the person in a coma. "Oh no... Friend, that person looks hurt!" Ghostbur exclaimed quietly, as a blue sheep faded into existence. He quickly stepped over to the person in a coma. He thought they were sleeping.

He placed his hands in their stomach, hoping the feeling of his cold hands would be enough to wake him. Unfortunately, he forgot he phased through people. He let out a small sigh when his hands went into the person's stomach, and pulled them out. "Friend, maybe you should walk on him." Ghostbur said.

"spirit from the beyond please let this injured one rest"

Ghostbur turned his head to the person who had spoken to him. The sheep had turned, too, and let out a loud, 'baah'. "Friend! That's mean, don't say that!" Ghostbur exclaimed.

"I'm only trying to help, you see? Also, what's with the weird nickname? That's a funny way to address a ghost." Ghostbur said, tilting his head. A little bit of the blue dye on his face dripped onto the floor.

"i do not know your name sir and you posses a ghostly form so it was a safe assumption that you are a soul of one who has passed on from this plan...at least that is my take on it your name if you would give to me could fix this conundrum"

"Ghostbur Soot. But I just go by Ghostbur." He smiled, as the sheep let out another 'baah'. "No, Alivebur is different. I'm nicer and I don't have constant declining mental health."

"Hmm, hmm, I heard there was a special place, where men could go an emancipate, the brutality and tyranny of it's rulers. Well this place is real, you needn't fret. With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, (cuss that I can't say publicly) Eret, a very big and a little blown up L'Manburg ♪... Oops, didn't mean to sing the anthem there." Ghostbur said, a huge smile on his face.

"you are indeed a strange one sir" the age old tenno hidden behind the metal of his warframe examined the ghost before turning off to polish his weapon

"Strange indeed," She said as she entered. "Even stranger that a maid was sent to follow me throughout my whole journey."