tzara
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I think Mom passed out....
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Post by tzara on Nov 20, 2010 17:47:31 GMT -5
"Early yesterday morning, I heard. Apparently a professor of some form or fashion, an intelligent man, but troubled. Put a bullet through his brain, he did." Sebas responded.
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Vira
Lesser Spirit
You should clean under your bed, it's messy down here.
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Post by Vira on Jan 28, 2011 19:49:13 GMT -5
"Oh, no. Please tell me this isn't going to be another one of those spirits who spends all their time sobbing over 'their loss' and how they don't want to be here." She looked at Sebas hopefully, but knew that there was a 99.9% chance that this spirit was not going to take death lightly. She sighed and began to float/walk toward the entrance gate of the cemetary.
OOC: Can this have a twist where Anubis arrives for a visit or something? I've totally fallen in love with him. He's the Egyptian god of funerals and cemetaries. He can be a jackel as tall as your doorway, a hot teen guy who looks emo;), or a buff guy with the head of a jackel. Although, that might complicate the story line... Never mind. I was just thinking that we should describe the gate though. To add to the effect you know?
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tzara
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I think Mom passed out....
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Post by tzara on Feb 7, 2011 18:34:34 GMT -5
(Anubis is always cool, but isn't this a Western nation?)
"I think the poor dear's rather startled." Stated Mary Welzyk, the spirit of a kindly young nurse destroyed in a '39 bombing , as she drifted past. "He's jabbering something fierce, and I can't say whether or not he knows what's going on."
"All the better that someone dead tell 'im." the stern voice of a Mr. Abraham Gulch, 1790-1872, cracked in. "Get it over with already."
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Vira
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Post by Vira on Feb 8, 2011 16:05:14 GMT -5
(Right, I knew that...)
Melorea sighed and began walking towards the entrance gate. The gate was huge and dark. A granite form of doors, the gate could scare away even the bravest of ghost hunters. With the dark markings carved all over the doors in a strange design, the gate emitted a foreboding feeling.
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tzara
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I think Mom passed out....
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Post by tzara on Feb 14, 2011 17:52:48 GMT -5
"Where are you going?" Mr. Gulch crackled after her, stumping along in a chase with his cane a-wave. His arm was arrested by his late wife, who glowered at him and told him to mind his own business. Sebas, who had somewhat recovered his composure, slunk between them and joined Melorea at the gate. "So...?" he asked.
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Vira
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Post by Vira on Feb 17, 2011 21:00:21 GMT -5
Melorea looked down at Sebas. "So, we have no choice but to be the greeting party." Sebas gave her a looked and said, "No, YOU have no choice. I'm staying out of this one." With that, the small cat disappeared. Melorea sighed and continued walking toward the new arrival.
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tzara
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I think Mom passed out....
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Post by tzara on Mar 8, 2011 20:10:59 GMT -5
Bernadette Augustine Rosebell (1890-1957) appeared at Melorea's side in a puff of red, hazy blood-mist. Smiling with what was left of her crushed face, she took Melorea's hand. "Let's go greet our new friend." She said in her soft, placid voice. Bernadette was the unfortunate victim of a train wreck, but it had not affected her kindness or sympathy for fellow dead in the least. "Bernadette, thank goodness you're here..." Melorea sighed in relief.
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Vira
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Post by Vira on Mar 9, 2011 15:03:55 GMT -5
Holding her friend's hand lightly, Melorea and Bernadette floated/glided toward the slithout (sp?) ahead of them. The ghost in distance was beating its fists against the iron gate a screaming at the doors to open.
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tzara
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Post by tzara on Mar 9, 2011 15:29:26 GMT -5
"Calm yourself, my dear." said Bernadette to the silouhette of the panicked spirit, drifting over and placing a cold, translucent hand on its trembling shoulder. "You're safe here. I'll let you in." Her noncorporeal hands somehow found purchase on the lock of the gate, and she withdrew a key from the folds of her shroud. With a smile, Bernadette and Melorea allowed the poor thing in, quietly comforting it.
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Vira
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Post by Vira on Mar 9, 2011 21:46:46 GMT -5
The ghost whimpered as Bernadette and Melorea held it in their arms. The poor thing was only about as tall as Bernadette, almost completely see-through, and hadn't learned how to float yet.
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tzara
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Post by tzara on Mar 10, 2011 17:40:07 GMT -5
"Now, now, dear. Just come and sit at your tomb, there's a lamb." The trembling specter was lead to his grave, sat down on his tombstone, and left to shake. A glower from Bernadette kept the curious crowds of spirits away, while Melorea scanned the area for boggarts or demons. No such creatures were about, so in relief she turned back to the fearful ghost. "You're dead, my dear. But you need not worry. Everyone here is very friendly." Bernadette said. "That's right." Melorea added. "You'll get along just fine un-living here." "Can you tell us your name?" Bernadette queried gently, recieving a tremulous "James," in response.
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Vira
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Post by Vira on Mar 12, 2011 11:07:00 GMT -5
"James," Bernadette said. "I love that name." Melorea played along. "I had a friend named James. He was a good guy." Bernadette smiled at her. Cheering up the ghost was the most important thing they could do right now. They had to make him feel welcomed and wanted here. Or else, he might try to run for it. Running was not the greatest idea in this graveyard. Not in the least. "So, James," Bernadette continued. "What's your favorite animal." James looked up at her with a wounded expression. "Uh, I can't remember." Melorea looked at Bernadette with a worried expression. She was about to ask James how exactly he had died, when she got The Look from Bernadette. Right, death, touchy subject.
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tzara
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Post by tzara on Mar 13, 2011 19:09:14 GMT -5
"Well, James, do you remember your favorite color?" Bernadette coaxed. "U-uh...blue, maybe? No, green...no, red...I-I don't remember that, either." He reponded, and his voice trembled. "I want to go home." "Oh, dear, but you are home." Bernadette replied, and Melorea nodded.
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