Rikku Takanashi
Sorry that she's quiet! She'll say something when they stop running rofl
"I am never a mess." Said Hethel unconvincingly, bits of debris sticking out of her feathers at various angles. After all, she felt clean enough, in the eternally unmarred inner layers of her owlycowl. Anything on the exterior (including the bottom of her very bare feet) simply added to her mass, which could be used to intimidate predators stepping into her territory. Besides, she had been a spirit for so long that she'd forgetten almost all aspects of physical hygiene. Spirits didn't smell, or pick up dirt. Amityville Academy's materializing magic had changed all of that for its Ghost Dorm students, of course.
With the trashbots approaching, Hethel's head swerved smoothly towards the source of noise, and then to the Dormouse (now back in human form which considerably diminished the owl spirit's predatory instincts). Waved over by the other ghoul, Hethel shuffled out after her. She took off to a low glide, following along without really thinking of where to.
