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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2017 20:20:52 GMT
The moon was a pale shard of light in the cloudy sky, barely illuminating the worn siding and broken windows of the old house. Nestled among bare trees, the house cast a long shadow over the empty grounds. A few pieces of rusted playground equipment lay on their sides in an industrial dumpster, along with some rotting siding that had been pulled from the front porch. Scattered throughout the yard, newer tools had been flung around, as if by some great force. Screwdrivers stuck out of the bare earth, hammers lay beside dents that they had left in the sides of trees. Not even animals could be found skirting among the thin shadows cast by the cloud cover. No one came to this place, not unless they had to. Even then, it took a substantial reward to get anyone to venture close. But the need was great, and the landscape developers didn't care how mysterious the person who'd answered their ad was. As long as they could give the place a good cleansing, so that they could gut the old place and get it ready for sale. From the size of the lot, it would be worth quite a lot of money if it could be turned around and sold. There was a problem, though. The window closest to the old playground was cracked, and only partially transparent. There was no reason that the girl's white night gown should have stood out against the darkness, but it did. It even glowed faintly, as if it didn't obey the typical rules of light and shadow. After a while, a second child joined the first, this one a boy. Neither of them looked any older than seven or eight years old, but the clothes they wore were hundreds of years out of date. The looked out at the playground, as if trying to find something that had been lost. In time, they faded from the window, and another nail shot out from the house, embedding itself in one of the metal dumpsters. Unearthly laughter broke out inside the house. They were lost souls. Victims. The newspapers of the time had reported it as a tragedy and an accident, because they had gone missing. No newspaper had reported their deaths. Perhaps the children themselves didn't even know where their bodies had been hidden. All they knew was that this was their home. Theirs. No one else could have it. Tags; @pink DM Notes; none |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2017 4:04:04 GMT
Azalea would approach incorporeal and with no fear of the various projectiles the children might throw. She'd overseen the ad' requesting a "spiritual expert" to investigate the strange events going on at this property while browsing the internet. She'd done a little research on the house's history, the stories regarding the missing children, and felt an obligation to help. Now that she saw them, it was obvious these children had been stuck outside the cycle of reincarnation for some time, and while she had chosen this path in life, she was not sure the children were aware of their actions.
Compared to the spirits she'd encountered in the past, these two were relatively non-threatening. She'd approach confidently, Lantern at her hip concealed under the large coat she now favored to wear as part of her expression of self, and knowledge of various means of escape she could employ learned from her travels to and from Mungu Island.
She'd stop several steps away from the home and crouch so as to try and make herself less threatening. She'd shout loudly, but with an attempt at a friendly, welcoming voice, "Children, my name is Azalea. I heard you were playing a really fun game, and wanted to see if I could play too."
She hoped they would be eager to have a new playmate. This would be much easier to accomplish if they liked her, and considered her a friend. Her mind ran through the various ideas she'd formulated on the way here to try and entertain them, win them over, and convince them that they'd have more fun if they let themselves be reborn.
Why the emphasis on fun? What child did not like having fun!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2017 17:16:47 GMT
The children stepped through the wall as they felt something else intruding on their land. This one wasn't like the others, the gruff workmen and stuffy business people who had been poking their noses in where they didn't belong. Perhaps that would make this one different from the people who kept trying to tear down their houses, but the children doubted it. They looked at one another and then back at the ghost woman. She could see them. They weren't used to people being able to see them, at least not when they didn't want them to. "No, no, no!" the little girl shrieked, clutching the sides of her dress in tight fists. "This is our house!""No grown-ups!" the boy added, folding his arms importantly. "Grown-ups are the worst."A trail of nails circled around them, whirring in a circle before shooting in every direction. They didn't seem to register that they couldn't hurt this one until the nail shot harmlessly through her. At that, the girl started to cry, an unearthly wailing that made the glass shake in its frames. The boy simply sat down on the ground, his arms still folded as he pouted. He stared at Azalea with empty black eyes, as if trying to figure something out, but he said nothing to still his sister's tantrum. "Make her go away!" the little girl demanded, between hiccuping sobs. "I don't want her here! This is our house!""Grown-ups hurt children," the boy added, very matter-of-factly. "That's why children should hurt them back."From where they stood on the porch, they could only see the woman in the distance, but they still considered it their property. And how dare a grown-up intrude on their property? It had been too long since they had spoken to anyone but themselves. Fear and pain had given way to vengeance, carried over strongly enough that they could not move on to Tatara. Whether they knew it or not, their defense of their Ethean home had trapped them here. Even worse, the hundreds of years had only increased their ghostly powers, giving them sway over the corporeal world. At least, enough sway to be able to move things around. Tags; @pink DM Notes; none |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2017 19:38:49 GMT
Azalea would wait as the children gave their protests as calmly as she was able, and, once they said their piece, would respond with a pleasant smile. She had anticipated this, and already come up with a plan. "- but, don't you see kids? I'm not really an adult." Following that she'd begin to change her shape.
See, she remembered the day she changed her appearance and her sexual characteristics. As she thought about confronting this children, she wondered what the limits were: so she explored them. She'd put her hands on her head and waggle one of them like you might playfully suggesting you had ears, only to move her hands away and for bunny ears to unfold as if they'd been hiding there. She'd turn and give a little pat just above her bum and a little cotton tail would appear. She'd touch her cheeks and seemingly pull whiskers from them. A hand before the lower half of her face, and she had a mouth and nose like one as well.
She'd learned she could not currently shrink to the size of a child, nor fully imitate being an animal in any sense, but she could anthropomorphize herself as she desired, so long as she could visualize the desired effect beforehand. She'd had fun practicing, while Samuel was at work, in front of a mirror. The results, when made corporeal, had some weird complications sometimes, but thankfully she could remove that step from the equation.
"See? I'm just a silly bunny who doesn't know what it is yet that wants to play. Do you like bunnies? If not, I'm sure I could find some sort of other animal," she'd give a knowing smirk, "I have lots of friends, after all."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 18:26:12 GMT
The girl's sobs quickly subsided as the strange woman seemed to do something odd. Her short arms wrapped around one of the pillars as she leaned as far out on her tippy-toes as she could while not leaving the porch. She tilted her head in confusion, not understanding what the woman was doing. After exchanging a questioning glance with her brother, she leaped off of the porch and floated down to a graceful landing, the edges of her dress fluttering around her. Her rambling gait didn't seem to move the grass beneath her feet, and she giggled as she moved through the moonlight, becoming more transparent when she moved through particularly bright beams of light. She soon came to a stop in front of the strange lady, stretching her small hands upward toward the ears. "Can I touch?" she asked, her eyes wide. "I want to touch!"The little boy was less impressed, folding his arms as he followed at a distance. He kept a frown firmly fixed on his lips, making sure that she knew how grown-up and mature he was. His feet stomped across the ground, lifting small tufts of dust. He brushed his dark hair with his pale fingertips, making sure that he was the picture of dignity, in contrast to his sister's playfulness. When he reached her side, he tugged at the back of her dress, trying to get her to stop. Perhaps she was a little kid, but she seemed to have forgotten that adults were the enemy, no matter what kinds of faces they could make. When his sister refused to listen to his entreaties, the darkness of his eyes spread, and he pointed at the ghost woman with an authoritative finger. A dark ball of energy formed around the tip, growing to about an inch in diameter before he released it and shot it toward her. It wasn't attack that would do much damage, and it wasn't very powerful, but if it landed, the intruder would see how horrible adults really were. The basement was cold and dark, far away from the playground where they had met the Magi boy. They didn't know why he had fishy scales or glassy eyes. All they knew was that he had the best kinds of games. But when their father had found out about their new friend, he'd condemned them to this dark place, where the leather hurt them. When the boy had tried to protect his sister, the old man had lost control. The boy's memory ended in terror, confusion, and pain.Tags; @pink DM Notes; none |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2017 4:00:03 GMT
Azalea was thrilled at the little girl's response. She'd always wanted to have children, but had never found the right partner. It still upset her some to realize that children were now beyond her reach in this lifetime. She'd lean down and let the girl play with her ears while noting the boy's hesitation.
Before she could reassure him, his eyes would grow dark, and an all-too-familiar power would form at his finger tip: E.M.O.. Before she could figure out how to respond, he launched it at her, hitting her just below her collar bone on her left side. She'd wince in pain, a soft cry escaping her, and the memories flooded her.
When she was once again conscious of her surroundings, she'd find several ectoplasmic tears had fallen down her face. She had to resist the urge to hug these children, hold them tight, and tell them everything was okay now. She knew they would not respond well to that.
Despite her tears, she'd force herself to smile. "I see. I understand why you feel that way young man. If you want, I can show you." She'd produce her own E.M.O., but similar to his, she'd keep her blast as little more than an ectoplasmic orb, dancing like a flame upon the candlestick that was her finger, "I know it will hurt to touch, but now that I've seen your memory, I think it'd only be fair to show you mine. After all, I truly do wish to be your friend, and friends share, right? You shared your memory, and I really appreciate it, and only want to give you something back."
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If either child was convinced to touch it, they'd see Azalea's young childhood, and the terrible abuse her father had inflicted upon both her and her mother. She'd omit the most explicit of parts, as they were not necessary for these children to know, but hopefully the memories of pain, of neglect, and the subsequent way the government assisted the confused, scared young child and her terrified mother away from the mean man she only knew as "father".
She realized it wasn't the same as what they'd gone through, but perhaps they'd believe that she understood them somewhat, and would open up to her a little more.
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If the boy refused, she'd smile and say, "That's okay. I wouldn't want you to do anything you don't want to." She'd snuff out the orb, and turn back to the little girl, hoping to win the brother over through the sister, "Anything else you'd like to see me be?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2017 12:38:34 GMT
Both pairs of dark eyes widened in surprise as the orb began to dance over the woman's fingers, and while the boy could feel that there were emotions dancing through it, the girl bounced up and down on her heels, giggling at the light show. She jumped for the orb, snatching at it as if the black orb was a firefly that she was eager to snatch between her palms. When her small hands touched it, her face got a faraway look, and spectral tears began to roll down her cheeks. The little boy shook his sister's shoulder, his face alarmed and confused. He shook her shoulder again, more urgently when she didn't immediately snap out of whatever she was seeing. "Stop it!" he yelled, yanking on his sister's arm. "Stop it!!"The little girl was crying when she finally came back to herself, sinking to her knees with her skirt spread around herself on the ground. She looked up with tears in her eyes, finally meeting her brother's panicked stare. He locked eyes with her for a moment before turning to glare at the intruder, the void of darkness growing around him as his hands started to glow. "Leave..." he hissed. "No, Efram," the little girl whispered. "She's like us. Her papa was mean, too."The energy faded from his hands as he knelt in front of his sister and took her small fingers in his own. With her free hand, the girl wiped her face of the tears. He tried to give her a reassuring smile. When the boy looked at the intruder next, his eyes were more guarded and speculative.
"What do you want?" he asked, his voice still shaken. "Why are you here?"Tags; @pink DM Notes; none |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2017 15:57:53 GMT
Azalea's face would show her concern when the girl had reacted more violently than she'd have liked in response to touching the orb. She now could see how she must have looked when the young man struck her. It was a unnerving sight, and the boy was growing increasingly hostile.
The she spoke his name, Efram, and insisted they were the same. His concern for his sister was touching, as her took her hand in his, and an unbidden smile touched her lips as she witnessed his genuine and loving concern.
"Efram," she'd speak to him with a respectful tone, showing she recognized this was his home and he was in charge, "I came to play, to be you and your sister's friend, and to help you with whatever you need help with. You've been here some time, and I know no one has respected that this is your home. I do. This is your home, Efram, you and your sister's. I only want to help you guys have fun, be happy, and find peace."
She meant these words. She did not know how long it would take for these children to trust her enough for her to consider bringing up moving on to Tatara, nor what they might need for her to do if it was some action that they required before passing on, but she intended to see it done. She and these children had all of eternity, so long as neither found themselves consumed by spirits, deities, or exorcised by Tatara's followers.
No, she would do everything she could to have them return to the cycle of reincarnation willingly. The girl was a sweet and trusting sort, full of love and wonder, while the boy was a stoic guardian, analytical and cautious, but ultimately put family and home first: an honorable man. The world was surely less in the time these two had been absent from it. She could only imagine all the wonderful lifetimes their father had robbed them as memories of the many, many pains her own father had inflicted upon her crossed her mind, and in remembering her face would take on a pensive look tinged with anger.
This world deserved better men, better fathers, the kind of men Efram would have surely been. She would do everything in her power to help them live new lives filled with happiness once more.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2017 1:27:35 GMT
The woman had a new tone in her voice, one that pleased him. That's right, he was the one in charge here. If only those builders could figure that out... A satisfied smirk tugged at the edge of his lips, but then faded again as she kept talking. "Peace?" the boy asked, tilting his head. "What do you mean, 'find peace?'"They had lived in this place for many, many years. So many that Efram had lost count a long time ago. But there was no peace to be found here, however much he willed it so. There were always intruders on the lot, whether they were adventurous teenagers who thought it was funny to sneak in after dark, or builders who were tearing down their playground, someone was always trying to intrude on the house that he shared with his sister. They had never tried to leave this place, because where could they go? Their lives had been here. They'd been born here, they'd lived here, and they'd both died here. There was no other place in Ethea that they knew, aside from the brief excursions they'd taken to town with their mother. When she'd passed, Efram had hoped she would join them, but she'd simply disappeared. The sister stood, wiping off non-existent dirt from her dress before she took her brother's hand again. She tugged at him, pulling him back toward the house. Serious conversations had never really been her thing, not since they had the whole house to play with. Now that all those intruders were gone, and they had someone new to play with, everything was going as well as she could have hoped for. What else did she want out of her existence, than for their house to be left alone, and for them to find the most fun games to play? But Efram resisted her tugging, only walking a couple of steps because she pulled so hard. He wanted the answer to his question. And the look on the woman's face kept changing, and he didn't understand what she was thinking. It didn't sit well with him. Tags; @pink DM Notes; none |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2017 4:24:59 GMT
Efram's question broke her of her wistful musing. She saw the way his sister responded, and the determination in his manner to have his question answered. She'd give him a soft smile, stand to her full height, and then move to sit, making sure to lean forward so as not to sit upon her tail. While it did not matter, as she was incorporeal, memories of doing so when not had quickly formed the habit within her.
However, rather than looking at him once she sat, she'd look directly in to his sister's eyes and address her. She knew Efram was paying attention and listening, and she hoped, by talking directly to her, that she'd listen as well and cease her protests.
She spoke softly, gently, and as sweetly as she was able as she did so. She'd do her very best to be unassuming, nonthreatening, soft, warm, welcoming, comfortable; safe. "Efram," her eyes did not leave the sister's gaze, even as she spoke to him, "that was a very good question. To be honest, I've spent most of my life asking myself the same thing."
"You see, the most peaceful moment in my life was when I was just a little older than you two are. I was sitting in the living room watching cartoons. It was a few months after they'd taken my mother and I from my father and hid us. I was eating a bowl of cereal."
"My mother came in. She lifted me up while I held tight to my bowl of cereal. I didn't spill even a little milk. I was so proud. She told me I did a good job, and she held me. We sat there for hours, watching cartoons together. I remember, looking up at her, and seeing her smiling. I remember finding it weird. I reached up and touched her mouth."
"I remember her looking down and asking me, 'What's wrong, honey?' I told her, 'You look funny. I didn't know you could smile.'"
"She hugged me. I remember hearing that she was crying, even though she tried to hide it, so I hugged her back. We just hugged like that for a while. I didn't even care I was missing my shows. Eventually, she'd stop, and we'd watch cartoons once more."
"Those moments, with her holding me in my arms as we watched cartoons, that peace after a lifetime of fear: those were the most peaceful moments of my life, and I swore, when I got older and life got more hectic, that I would one day find a peace in my life to top those moments."
However, her mind would continue on from her story. She was now speaking openly and plainly to the two children. As an adult who had desired kids for many years, she'd always treated children with the following rule: respect them as you would any adult, don't insult their intelligence, but remember they are children. She'd spent a great deal of time reading up on children psychology. She'd always hoped to one day have some of her own, and the realization, as it did every time she had it, that she never would in this incarnation still hurt as much as the first time.
She'd reach up and clutch her chest. "I never did. My mother died, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't find someone who wanted to marry me. I never had kids. I never raised a family. I never could fully be okay with being alone. No matter how successful I was in life, all it did was stress me out and fill me with upset as I wondered what I had to do for someone to want to be with me. I wondered what was so wrong with me that even as much as I'd accomplished in my life, and despite all my successes, no one wanted to stand by my side."
"I wish I didn't care. I so wanted to find peace in my life like that alone. I couldn't. It gnawed at the edge of my mind every moment I was truly alone, and it fed in to my own self-loathing. I was full of hatred. I was a coward. I saw so many things wrong with the world, but I did nothing."
She'd begin to shout now, as tears began to flow, "I told myself I was powerless! That there was nothing I could do! That no matter what I did, it wouldn't matter! Now that I'm dead, I realize that I was a fool. I had so much potential! I squandered it! I could have done anything, but I was always too afraid of the consequences; always too afraid of being hurt."
She'd pant, despite having no need for air. She'd sigh, wipe her face, and look at Efram, "So, young man, as a woman who spent her whole life searching and never found it, if by some miracle I can bring some peace to the lives of you and your sister, then my life would have more meaning than it ever did while I still lived."
She'd speak earnestly now, almost pleading with Efram, as if the request came from the entirety of her ectoplasmic being, "Is there anything I can do to help you find peace?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2017 16:45:18 GMT
The little girl frowned when the woman started talking, shaking her head in rejection of the idea of staying to chat. They had games to play, and she'd had enough of the sadness for the day. Besides, the woman was monopolizing Efram's attention, and she didn't like that at all. She wanted to run and play, maybe show this woman where her favorite hiding places were. The workmen couldn't see them or anything, but she liked to pick a spot so that she could freak them out. She would choose a door, and randomly open or close it when they weren't looking. Her thoughts wandered to other tricks they'd played on the workmen, and she giggled to herself as she swung her brother's arm back and forth, still tugging. Efram frowned at his sister, knowing that she wasn't paying attention, but he felt her impatience. This woman seemed content to talk about the worst things, and the twins hated thinking about bad things. But in an effort to get his sister to stop pulling on his arm, he tugged back, planting his heels in the ground. Even if he agreed with her, he didn't like having his arm yanked around. Whether or not their bodies were real, he could remember pain. "Stop it," he huffed, finally wrenching his hand free. "That doesn't feel good."She pouted, but skipped off toward the house again, smiling at the shard of moon overhead. She seemed to disappear for a second before she jumped back on the porch and started twirling, showing her ghastly pale knees as her skirt lifted a little. Her black hair swirled around her. She waved at Efram, trying to get him to come play. He started trudging back, thinking about what the woman had said. Where had they found peace? Perhaps on the playground, but the playground was gone now. The workmen had broken it apart and thrown it into a metal dumpster. "If you want to help, you can always play hide and seek with Lara," he said instead. "She never gets tired of it."Tags; @pink DM Notes; Please tell them about Tatara. This could go on for literally years. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2017 15:33:05 GMT
She gave a soft sigh of exasperation, fearing she'd vented too much and lost the children in the process. She'd stand, and begin to make her way towards Lara to begin their games when inspiration struck. She'd spin in place, returning to her standard ghostly figure, devoid of anthropomorphic parts, give a big smile, and say out loud, "You know, I do know someone who could make it so you could play with the other children again. I mean, hide and seek is a lot of fun, but isn't it more fun when there are more people to find?"
She'd tried speaking what she believed to be Efram's language. Now she would attempt to speak Lara's. All she needed was at least one of them to show genuine interest. If she could do that, then when she prayed to Tatara it would not be a waste of his time. She still feared the god, but her guilt was greater than her fear. She wanted to make it up to him for not allowing herself to be reincarnated, now that Efram's question finally allowed her to understand why she made that choice.
She'd realized she was still trying to achieve some greater peace. She also realized all the things that she associated with that peace were seemingly out of her reach. Even if she could become corporeal now, even if so much was possible that she'd never imagined would be, could she find love? Be a good parent? Could she ever truly find peace in an existence where her postmortem being seemed to live with such a real threat of being extinguished, far greater than it ever was in life?
In truth, while she wanted to send these children on her their way, she also wanted to speak to Tatara herself. She wasn't sure he'd speak to her now, but already she had plans to make another offering, write another letter; plead for wisdom and guidance. It terrified her, and she felt enormous guilt towards Samuel when she contemplated this, but she had a lot to think about later.
"I can see if he could come if you'd like, Lara. I think you'll like him."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 13:20:33 GMT
"Other children?" the girl asked, giggling. "Yes, I think that would be wonderful!"She danced around the porch, twirling around in circles as she thought about it. Efram had been her only friend for a number of years now, and as much as she loved her brother, she had to admit that it could get lonely. He already knew all her spots, and that meant that he was no fun to play hide-and-seek with. If she had other children to play with, the games could last a lot longer, and she would be able to teach them where the best places to hide were. Maybe she could even get them to join her with the games of frightening the adults that wandered onto the property. Adults were no real fun anyway, not unless she was scaring them, and watching them run away like rabbits scattered by a fox. Not having followed the adult's logic, she thought that Azalea was referring to another child when a "he" was mentioned, so she grinned and nodded again. Her excitement to have more playmates somehow made the air feel less heavy, as if the atmosphere of the property changed with her whims. Efram trudged up to the porch, not thinking too much about the conversation. He was trying to mentally rev himself up for yet another game of hide-and-seek. His face was suitably grumpy at the thought. As soon as he stepped onto the porch, Lara grabbed his hands and started to spin with him. Despite himself, he started to laugh with her. It always did him good to see his sister happy, especially since he could never keep up with her rapid changes of mood. He didn't know who the woman was talking about any more than his sister did, so Azalea's words didn't concern him overmuch. Having existed as they had for so many years, the prospect of an end to it had never entered either of their minds. Tags; @pink DM Notes; Time to call for a god. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 14:32:20 GMT
They were happy, and while they didn't know exactly what she intended, both seemed in a good mood and with the sort of thoughts that might leave them receptive to what she hoped was about to transpire. She'd close her eyes, hoping the children did not notice in their jubilant dance, and her chest would suddenly feel tight as if she were alive and suffering from anxiety. She had not seen Tatara since she fled from him. She did not know if he was angry with her or not. She didn't know anything, really, save that she'd left an offering not too long ago. This could backfire. She had suspicions that he allowed ghosts to continue as they were when they denied him, - why else hadn't she been doggedly harassed by exorcists since her death? - but no substantial proof. What if this went wrong? Then she'd fight him. She knew the thought was foolish; futile. However, she was inviting a deity in to these children's home without having entirely gotten their consent. She felt guilty for her deceptions. If they chose not to go, and he tried to force them - She thought of Samuel. She wished she'd let him know where she went. She wished she'd made sure to let him know that this might be dangerous; might be goodbye. She was overwhelmed. There were so many risks, so many reasons not to do this. She'd force herself to mimic a deep breath, a gesture that calmed her in life, and had similar effects now. No. She'd committed to this from the moment she'd responded to the ad, and - she'd look back at them now - while they seemed happy now these children had been alone and suffering for so long. Despite all the risks, if she could help them move on and find peace... She'd close her eyes yet again, now filled with the will to overcome her fears and begin her prayer in silence. "Tatara, God of Death and Reincarnation. I beseech you. In my presence I have with me two souls lost to the cycle of reincarnation far longer than I ever have. She is a temperamental soul, but quick to trust and filled with great passion: a wonderful girl. He's cautious, but honorable and is prone to thinking. The world has been far too long deprived of them, and I think, if you were to speak to them now, he of peace and she of the friends she might make, while not being too revealing about your intentions, they might finally be willing to pass."She'd continue to pray until Tatara showed, or the children noticed her silence and the way she stood there solemnly, so would continue to pray long after the original intention of her prayer had been conveyed. "I am ignorant of what is required. I apologize if such deceptions are not sufficient for a soul to pass. I had no way of knowing for tales of you seem so contrary to the deity I met the day of my death, and none clearly say."
"If I have failed, do not punish them. It is my failure alone to bear. If you must, I only ask one thing: let Samuel know of my fate. I do not wish for him to spend the rest of his life wondering if I have passed on, achieved true death, or abandoned him. That is a cruel fate, and may keep him from his own reincarnation if he finds his death an opportune means to escape his worldly responsibilities and to investigate the case of my disappearance."She'd realize she was rambling in her prayers, and the last thing she wanted to do was irritate the deity she sought to call upon and that filled her with increasing anxiety and dread. "So please, Tatara, God of Death and Reincarnation, come and see if you can take these children who have so long denied reincarnation. I have done what I can, and I pray it has been enough." |
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Post by Tatara on Mar 31, 2017 4:18:37 GMT
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For a change, he had not a single peach on his person. Jolly as ever the tiny three foot imp click-clacked his way around to the front with a chuckle. Coming to the stairs he rotated on his hooves and smiled brightly at the children. "Oh, hi there! Did someone say Hide-and-Seek?" He asked joyfully while resting his hands on top of his pot belly. "My names Tatara and I love that game more then anything."
He looked towards the children happily and quite pleased with this turn of events. He held out his hands towards the children. "I know of a great place to go that has a ton of new hiding spots...you would love it..." He paused in thought. "And I got peaches!" While he spoke to the two children his third eye rotated and make eye contact with Azalea. Never breaking away from her as he spoke to the children. Though he had yet to address her, he was very aware of her being before him and would speak with her shortly once he had the children in hand.
Notes: -hope this is all right. Let me know if I need to change or edit anything. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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