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Private Ghost Story

Discussion in 'Cascade Bay' started by John Uskglass, Sep 3, 2019.

  1. John Uskglass

    John Uskglass Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

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    human (magician)
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    September 6th, year 109
    @Michelle Jones

    It was not a difficult mater to cause others to overlook you, to have them assume you belonged somewhere. It was all a matter of bearing really. If you acted as though you were meant to be someplace, for the most part people assumed that you were -- especially in a place like this, where people came and went so often. As for the rest of the time...well, he was a magician then, wasn't he?

    No, the issue really was that he looked too much like he did belong here -- too much a young, "lost soul", he supposed -- and that came with troubles of it's own. Being swept along by one of the orphanage's caretakers, for instance, and held back from what he came here for, time wasted as he attempted to avoid those who thought he needed caring for. He might have rolled his eyes.

    So he'd come as the night began to fall, when the shadows across the building's courtyard grew long. It was better this way. Fewer up and around to interrupt him, to question what it was he was doing and why. What he was about to do was not for their eyes anyway. Indeed, it would be at it's most effective were it never noticed by those who lived here at all...

    A few children still roamed about in the garden, a caretaker or two running across to get them all in bed. The magician slipped back into the shadows, wrapping them about himself that he not be seen.That was when he'd heard it first, the distant giggling, down the corridor, where no one was. He could feel it then, a weight and chill in the air that made his hair stand on end, a certain presence. The orphanage worker payed it no mind, too busy herding her charges off inside, their shoes scuffing against the brick flooring.

    No, he was the only one who noticed. Smirking at this thought the young man bowed his head in acknowledgement of the phantom. Professional courtesy, one apparition to another.

    As the sun sank completely below the horizon he finally released his magic, making himself visible once more - and more importantly, freeing himself up for the night's work. Yet even as he did so, there was down the corridor again, the sound of approaching footsteps and a voice --and this one sounding far more solid than his earlier ghost...
     
  2. Michelle Jones

    Michelle Jones Marvel Universe
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    why would i ever hold back?
    [​IMG]
    Today was the first official outing of her newest (bored) adventure. She hadn't expected her photography to pick up or anything, but it had and given she already liked going places it was kind of entertaining to just... Record things and see if she picked up on things later. There were things here and there, but she always ended with chalking them up to rustling of clothes or the wind. Nothing solid. Not that she expected solid given that her first run-in with anything ghostly in Pandora had been... Magical ghosts. Or something. She still refused to believe they were will.

    Given that school had just barely started she couldn't do this often, only on the weekends, but she'd been curious about an orphanage still being run. While supposedly being really haunted. It sounded a little on the fake side, but she had nothing else to do. And the woman there had offered to let her stay in one of the unused rooms over night, so what the hell? It couldn't hurt and given her utter avoidance to make contact with... Anyone, really, doing stuff on her own was just about right.

    The kids were cute enough and she didn't mind helping with them during the late day and at dinner time, it was the least she could do. Some of them talked about ghosts like they were friends, some didn't believe, and others laughed. They were definitely like tinier versions of big people, since that was about the usual for any normal person. Nothing new there, so when the others started making to their rooms the teenager moved out. She doesn't actually believe she'll find anything of interest, but the camera comes along as well-- Turned on as she (awkwardly) spoke to herself.

    Book in hand she moved towards a courtyard area. Best case scenario: She found something interesting. Worst case scenario: She finished her book and that really wasn't a bad thing. "Down here is where they say they hear noises most of the time," Michelle said to herself, or maybe it was to the camera. It's awkward talking to oneself and it's not like she's funny-- She's witty, there's a difference, and this is just awkward. But the corridor she comes up on isn't filled with laughter. It's just quiet. She waited a moment before shifting to prop herself against the wall and flicked the book open. She'd rely on her ears to catch any noises and try to be still and quiet, just for a few ridiculous minutes..
     
  3. John Uskglass

    John Uskglass Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

    Posts:
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    Occupation:
    Magician King
    Location:
    here....there....
    Race:
    human (magician)
    Age:
    14
    Alignment:
    Lawful Neutral
    Old instinct --ingrained in him since long before he'd taken the mantle of King, from those days far earlier than Lord Auberon's first lessons for him in Magic -- drove him darting back into the far corners of the courtyard, to the places where the deepest shadows rested. Stay still. Be silent. Don't even let them hear you breathe. No magic now, there was no time.

    Wait.

    Wait...

    The night's chill seeped through his cloak from the brick wall behind him. Stock still and muscles held ridged, he listened. He was keenly aware of the soft rise and fall of his chest with each breath, the rush if his own blood through his veins. And those footsteps as they echoed across the tile...

    And then they stopped. Silence fell over the courtyard once more. No one came. He waited. A moment passed and than another. A leaf skittered across the ground, blown by the wind. Somewhere, not far off a nightingale twittered. But that was all.

    He shut his eyes. breath releasing all at once in a long sigh. But no, that was not the end of it. He had to be sure...

    Stepping back further still, he allowed the shadows to embrace him once more, his oldest friends. They flowed over his form, gauzy, silk-like things, their world all of flowing, formless shapes. He moved through them, along the walls, little more than a shadow himself, tracing a path off towards the place he'd heard the voice and movement coming from. And it did not take him long to see her.

    Through the mouth of the hallway he could see the figure of...someone. Propped up against the wall, book in hand. As he grew nearer he could see she could only have been a few years older than him. Not one of the orphanage's workers then? No, likely not, and as to her actual purpose there...he had no time to worry himself over it. If she decided to alert the staff here to his presence, that would be dealt with when the time came. For now, however, he had his own business to concern himself with.

    It was like watching a dark, heavy curtain pull itself away from the wall. A shapeless thing like so much wet fabric, yet even as it drew itself forward it began to take on shape and solidity, becoming a tall, lanky young man, form cut in silver by the dim moonlight that trailed down through the corridor this way, his hair a dark tangle of wild waves down his back. And all of this not feet from where the girl had planted herself.

    The young man dusted himself off, glancing about the corridor for a moment, before moving off, striding right past the girl herself, only to pause before a door, eyeing it thoughtfully.
     
  4. Michelle Jones

    Michelle Jones Marvel Universe
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    why would i ever hold back?
    [​IMG]
    She felt it befor she saw it. Michelle was someone attuned to her surroundings. Aware of minute shifts and changes especially when they're close to her. Fingers stop mid-moving the page as the area next to her seems to shift. Dark eyes glancing up as a figure appears not feet away from her. It's different thant the apparations the workers and children speak of. The orphanage is haunted by children not large figures, supposedly. There's no record of this strange curtainlike figure.

    The girl turned the page watching out of the corner of her eyes as it moved. There's a camera already set up at the end of the hall, from earlier in the afternoon, so anything that might be caught on camera is already being recorded. If it was. She'd learned a thing or two since being in Pandora. Sometimes it was magic. Sometimes it was people. Rarely was it ghosts. She glanced up as book closed softly shut. Whatever it might be, it was more formed than most ghosts were. Less an apparation and more a figure, it didn't seem to fade.

    She squinted. Watched a moment longer as it seemed to stare at a door. Weird. "What," She said softly, the dryness in her tone, "can't go through walls or open doors?" That would be some new ghost information if it were true; They were stuck in rooms and not allowed in other places. Or something. Maybe it was just some Pandora weirdness, but her gut was telling her not ghost.

     
  5. John Uskglass

    John Uskglass Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

    Posts:
    119
    Occupation:
    Magician King
    Location:
    here....there....
    Race:
    human (magician)
    Age:
    14
    Alignment:
    Lawful Neutral
    He glanced back over his shoulder towards the girl. Something, almost approaching the faintest ghost of a smirk twitched at his lips at her words. "Doors?" he repeated -- he was soft-spoken, and his voice carried an almost ironical sort of edge to it --"No, Doors are quite simple." To be made and found as much as they were to be walked through. Shadows, Mirrors, Birch and Rain and Snow,it was amazing who would provide a door or a path if one simply asked. Which was really as much of the problem as anything else.

    Doors let too many things in, after all.

    He shook his head, turning his attention back from the girl, to the Door before him. He eyed it for a moment more, a frown twitching just at his lips. He really should have explored this place more thoroughly himself earlier. "Do you know where this goes?" He asked, apparently the air itself, for he did not even bother turning back to the girl again. there was only a moment wherein he waited for a response, before, seeming to think better of it, and shaking his head.

    It mattered little, he supposed, drawing the knife at his belt, blade flashing dull silver in what little light there was. Better to be through about these things after all. He drew the blade across his palm, before stepping forward and drawing a sign across the wood in his own blood.
     
    #5 John Uskglass, Oct 9, 2019
    Last edited: Oct 12, 2019
  6. Michelle Jones

    Michelle Jones Marvel Universe
    Warning Label: Brutal Honesty Only

    Posts:
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    Gender:
    Female
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    17
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Good

    why would i ever hold back?
    [​IMG]
    Doors are easy, he said, while still standing on the other side of it. Michelle's mouth remained a thin line. She hadn't met very many ghosts in her life, after all, and she hastened to believe what she had were ghosts. She didn't think the things in the cemetery were-- They were probably, begrudgingly, magic. And this kid isn't... Well, something tells her he's not any such thing.

    Before she can even respond to his query-- though she doubted it mattered-- he as already moving. The flashing of metal made her breath catch in her throat. It's a quick moment and he's cutting his own hand rather than the her. Which made him appear even less ghostlike. Probably, some weird ritual magic-- That's the assumption she can come to now. But why did that room matter and why bother with an orphanage? Her breath exhaled in a slow measure.

    "And that's accomplishing... What exactly?"
    She demanded tightly, not that she expected an answer. If he was behaving nefariously then it was clear he already had more than she did-- But in moments like this all she could do was stubbornly persevere.