I got a cheap copy of Ghostbusters the game for the Xbox. I had the Wii version, but I wanted to see what it was like on the stronger systems. I have to say, in a lot of ways the Wii version fits the tone of the game better than the others. The look of the Xbox version is so gritty and real that it is almost too much of a contrast to the writing. It’s not as noticeable in some parts but the darker the game gets the more out of kilter it seems. That said, it looks really great in the scenes where the lighting isn’t trying to be all Call Of Duty. Also, the Wii controls are actually more fun than the Xbox ones. Especially when it comes to slamming stuff. In all important respects however they are the exact same game. It was fun playing both versions. If there was some way to combine the bits I liked I think you could make the perfect game out of them.
There’s was something weirdly intimate about wiping himself down with the little towel. Although at the same time he wasn’t sure it was more sanitary than stewing in his own juices… That said it certainly felt better and smelled better, so whatever. There was some question in his mind about how thorough he should be with someone else’s cleaning supplies. In the end he decided to keep things above the waist. That said, once he got started he wasn’t shy about getting as clean as possible.
Niona was nearly finished setting up for breakfast when she noticed Julius was still wiping himself down. It was pretty amusing. How this strangely awkward man was supposed to be a locksmith was beyond her. He was now trying to mime having his back scrubbed at Dew Beam who was ecclesiastically trying, but clearly not understanding. When he handed her the cloth she simply looked at it for a moment then made a game of keeping it from him. By the time he had clambered up one of her arms Niona was laughing so hard she was feeling faint. It was distracting enough that Julius was able to retrieve the washcloth and wander back over to the little basin with dignity, or whatever it was he had left. After he finished up he strode casually over to the fire and sat down with as much confidence as he could scrounge up. Niona was on the ground in a little ball, weeping from laughter. At length she was able to compose herself and sit up. Julius was as red a humanly possible, but committed to his charade of casual disinterest. Niona did not make eye contact for a few moments while she adjusted strips of bacon in her pan. Once it was settled in she finally turned to him.
“Are we feeling springtime fresh?” She asked, deteriorating into a fit of laughter before she was even finished.
“As clean as a summer rain…” He replied, slumping forward, giving up all pretense of confidence. Niona eventually composed herself enough to converse naturally again.
“You are very entertaining.” She offered. “I was afraid this trip was going to be dull.”
“I bring a wide range of skills besides my mastery of traps, locks, and what have you.” He replied. “I feel that keeping the party entertained is crucial to morale and eventual success.”
“Well, you’re doing a cracking job!” She grinned.
The rest breakfast was less eventful. Niona’s camping set was far and away better than anything Julius had ever seen. It was practically a civilized meal. How she had managed to lug it all out here was beyond him. For an academic she was in uncommonly good shape was all he could say. Maybe the books she liked were exceptionally heavy. If her range of knowledge was any indication they had to the biggest books in the world. There was virtually no topic she couldn’t speak about. He was beginning to wonder why they needed him at all. Niona seemed more than capable of understanding even complex mechanical locks, and disarming fiendish traps. Maybe he was just the spare.
After the best outdoors meal he’d ever had the little band trekked to a high point and tried to see if anyone was coming their way. The most anyone could see was birds being disturbed here and there, but it seemed to be coming closer. If it was people they were making good time.
It was approaching noon by the time their suspicions were confirmed. A dark haired elf with a hawkish nose strode haughtily into camp. He looked harried, but determined to take control of the situation. His bearing suggested he was of noble birth, but he was dressed in a manner that would have looked at home on Julius. His armor was well worn and leather mostly, dyed a sad blue green. At his side was a slim, thrusting, sword breaker, and there appeared to be a violin case slung across his back.
“Hello Regalius.” (reh-gay-lee-us) Chirped Niona. His scowl had fallen on Julius and hardened considerably, but upon hearing Niona’s voice it melted away as if he’d never even laid eyes on him.
“Niona!” He exclaimed. “You beat us here. Even with your disability you manage to shame me again!”
“Disability?” Julius mumbled at her.
“He means my lineage” She snorted. “Backhanded is the only kind of compliment he’s familiar with.”
“I meant no offense, dear lady!” Regalius interjected.
“It’s okay.” Niona smiled. “You’re so amazing you can be offensive without even trying.”
I added a tab at the top of the page called FICTION. It’s all the story bit in one place. The cutpaste breaks the formatting so some of it looks odd.