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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 3, 2009 22:14:45 GMT -5
Research. That's all he could do to get things they way the were. Maybe he would find the answer, or maybe he would knock himself silly like before and run into some sort of fortune. Either way, things were complicated enough as they were. If it wasn't for his change of research he wouldn't have heard about any of this. It was hard to find books related to... ghosts... but he had found an eccentric Esterberry who had a small private library dedicated to such things. That lovely Esterberry (though she was clearly a basket case) refereed him to a lovely list of people who weren't quite as crazy and interested in minor paranormal activities and death in general. Ultimately he ended up heading to a Necropolis. He wasn't quite sure of the entire thing, but still... it was better than sitting on his ass and doing nothing. But now that he was finally here, it was a bit of a loss. "Now what?" |
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 4, 2009 13:23:03 GMT -5
"Find somebody who ain't a stiff?" Felaria suggested, coming up behind him in her ghostly way and glancing around at the Hisstor graves and tombs. "These things look pretty well cared for. Not rubble, anyway. There's gotta be somebody hangin' around who takes care'a things. Maybe they know where you look next. Maybe they ain't as out of it as the crazy bitch what sent you here."
She hadn't liked the Esterberry much. The woman seemed like the kind of freak who would do nothing but irritate her in person. It was a good thing that Harold had been the one with the body then rather than her or they wouldn't have gotten much information. He could be so much more polite when he needed to be. Sweet thing. Silly man. She just wanted to bury her face in his hair.
Her intangible face. Grr. The intangible tail lashed irritably. She wanted her man and she wanted him bad. Being able to talk to him more than an hour a month was such a wonderful change, but now she'd had a taste of more and she wanted it. She wanted him, in her arms and happy. She wanted to make him forget about everything that made his life so unhappy and his frown lines so pronounced, at least for a little while.
Someday...
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Post by Vyn on Aug 25, 2009 19:51:42 GMT -5
Javaid was done with his work for the day. Well, done with the work that ended. Watching over the necropolis was a 24/7 duty, and some of that could be done from the room in the open hall of the temple while he thumbed through an old manuscript that his friend had bought from an eccentric librarian in a nearby city. He was a helpful Hisstor, and slightly more tolerant of his quirks than most outside of his family. It wasn't until Maat's high whistle sounded next to his head that he looked up, aware that they were no longer alone. A man in the distance, long and willowy with... purple hair? The Jackal rose suddenly, almost bristling as he strode out to where the man stood in the distance only to stop roughly five feet away, blinking in surprise. Well... wouldn't you know. He was talking to a ghost. Javaid had been so preoccupied with his presence that he hadn't even sensed she was there. Filthy outsider or not, that was room for intrigue. The jackal cleared his throat and pushed on the next few feet. "Good... afternoon. May I ask what brings you to such an isolated place?" His gaze slid from the man to his guest, pondering if she'd react to him. No other ghost had, he'd merely been able to observe them, but he never stopped being curious to see one react like that first one had... |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 25, 2009 20:30:44 GMT -5
Harold gave a small sigh. She was quite right. He needed to find the person who clearly took care of the graves. Of course who knew where they were at this hour of the day. He gave a small sigh as he fiddled with some spare change in his pocket. He hadn't really prepared himself for any of this.
And then someone other than Felaria spoke.
He jumped, spinning around wide eyed to see who was speaking. He took a step back as he looked up at the man. "Ah! Oh! I'm so sorry! You just caught me off guard," Harold said as he readjusted his clothing. He had never really met a Hisstor before, and anything that wore bones just seemed rather intimidating. This Card in front of him was no exception. "I... I was just looking for someone who specialized in.. ghosts? I just happened to hear a rumor that there was someone who researched them here."
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 27, 2009 18:42:00 GMT -5
Felaria didn't see Javaid approaching, nor did she hear his words. The first hint she got that they weren't alone was Harold's quick jump-and-spin routine. She jerked back herself, looking around them and seeing nothing. That was... weird. Not right. He was reacting as if someone should be there. He was even talking to them, whoever 'they' were, as if they'd startled him.
But there was no 'them' so far as she could see, and she'd always seen everyone that he had.
"Heya, lover? Who... who you talkin' to? I ain't seein' nobody. Unless there's another ghost around here or summat." Could he see other ghosts besides her? He never had before. At least, he'd never reacted to them or mentioned it. What the hell was going on? Her intangible tail lashed some more and she looked around again. Feeling uneasy, she went to hover close to his shoulder. Whether she could touch him or not, it was reassuring to be closer.
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Post by Vyn on Aug 27, 2009 20:40:54 GMT -5
Javaid could barely contain the flash of excitement that lit his deep blue eyes. So he was here about the woman! How in the all the regions did this man know to come to his temple of all places? Better yet... who could have told him that Javaid was here? Not many people knew this secret and even less of those people believed him, or even seemed the type to spread such knowledge around.
Whoever they were, though, Javaid would have thanked them had he known. He'd never gotten an opportunity like this! To think! He could maybe even get a chance to speak, indirectly, with a ghost?
"Well, as far as I know, I believe that researcher would be me. Would you possibly be here about the Golfram lady?" All the while Javaid watched the woman from the corner of his eye, noting her quick switch from calm and a bit cocky to anxious and fidgeting, her rat's tail lashing in her agitation. Hum, had his presence set her off? None of the others had ever reacted any differently to him... Odd.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 27, 2009 20:53:40 GMT -5
He gave Felaria a confused glance. What in the suits was she talking about? The man was standing right there in plain sight. He would have explained it to her if he wasn't actually trying to make a someone decent impressive. All he needed was the only person that could help them thinking he was insane. And he was already nervous eno--
Whoa now. What?
Harold blinked at the Hisstor in disbelief. "How do you know about her?" he asked, his voice clearly strained and confused. Did this mean he could see her? Or did this mean something else entirely? He'd never spoken of Felaria to anyone who came to Hisstor. As far as he knew he had only mentioned that he had a loved one who passed away. His eyes were wide as he stared at the man.
He needed to stay calm. If this person could help them he needed to stay as calm as possible.
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 28, 2009 9:09:56 GMT -5
The ghosty ratty was extremely creeped out. Harold hadn't even responded to her! He wouldn't have hesitated unless someone else was there, which had been plainly obvious from his first jump. It was still bizarre. The look he gave her was purest confusion.
...should she be able to see whoever or whatever he was talking to? She gave the area another thorough look-see, paying particular attention to the direction he looked at, but saw nothing.
What the hell? Whatever it was could see her, but she couldn't see it? Fuck that shit. "Boyo, I don' care whachu got in fronta you. You start talkin' now." Meaning that she very much cared, but she'd gone beyond the point of concern over who saw him "talking to himself". Obviously that... wasn't an issue here? Obviously. Yeah. Er. She was the only 'her' in her boy's life that she knew about, and she was happy enough to have it stay that way.
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Post by Vyn on Oct 10, 2009 9:34:34 GMT -5
Javaid wasn't fond of outsiders, but for this he could definitely make an exception. No one had ever brought him a haunting, no one. He had to resist the urge to start wagging his tail as he spoke.
"As I mentioned, I study ghosts. My ability as a King allows me to see them, but I'm afraid that's it. I have yet to discover a way to properly communicate as it doesn't appear they can see nor hear me." Disappointing, he was still working on that. "Of course, if you can see and hear her... Then perhaps we can attempt to help one another."
Information from a true ghost! If this helped him get over his obstacle of communicating with spirits... The jackal's tail thumped once, before he regained composure and offered a paw-hand to the Esterberry. "I am Javaid, this Necropolis is my home."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 12, 2009 22:22:21 GMT -5
He was a deer caught in on coming traffic as he looked from Felaria to the man standing in front of him. He didn't know what exactly to say to either of them as he continued to give a panicked look from ghost to person.
This was really happening wasn't it.
"You..." he said pointing at the Hisstor, "Can see her?" He looked to Felaria with a rather horrified expression. No one had been able to see her before. And he just....
"This is unbelievable. I didn't think it was possible at all," he said, his expression still one of utter shock and horror. His face was going to get stuck if he kept this up. The man brushed his fingers through his hair as he looked at Felaria. "You can't see him, but apparently this Hisstor gentlemen can see you. He... knows that you're standing here next to me considering he just told me what your realm and gender was."
He turned back to the man, but hesitated for a moment. Should he give the man his proper name? "I'm Harold, and this is Felaria."
Well. What were the chances they would see the man again?
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