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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 19, 2016 17:57:55 GMT -8
{originally}Eli felt some type of way, may have griped. ((From here on out no gfx, makes posting faster on the multitask and forgives lack of awesome spectaclez in the spirit.))
Eli began to see a vague milky light. He was alarmed for a moment that he had let his eyes start regenerating, but no, his effort to keep that at bay was working. As things began to resolve, he felt this was all so much imagination. He was seeing things with his mind, and they were things of no greater substance than a thought. Alain finished his chanting and spoke.
Alain- "Any time you find things to difficult, simply heal your eyes to will it away."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 19, 2016 18:07:49 GMT -8
{originally}Eli was like - "séances. wat do." Alain- "You have no special powers, but to experience that realm. You will have to abandon my voice if you hope to even hear things there, so listen well now, then do your best to ignore me. Without spirit powers, you can only see the spirits that are present in this place. And without the ability to project, you will not even be able to pursue them more than a few steps. If you shout and something that recognizes the name is near, perhaps something can be called. Bonne chance."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 19, 2016 18:31:02 GMT -8
The images of the world of the dead came into focus. He was in the foyer of the Sombreta Estate - more intact than in the material plane, but still a mess. Broken and warped light fixtures illuminated the space in vague mushroom grey light. The floor beneath him was warped like sand dunes, made of unnaturally twisted wood blackened and blistered at random, covered with a pooling solid limestone-like substance in others. The walls bent in areas like curling ribs. Moans and cries and spirit orbs. Fluttering movements in distant spaces. No response.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 19, 2016 18:42:03 GMT -8
He couldn't see Alain, or was that vague shadow him? When he tried to move, he felt mired in an unknown goo, unable to move more than a step without great strain. When he raised his voice, the spirit orbs altered paths as if on a sudden change in wind direction. The only responses to the calls were moans, sexual, painful, and sorrowful. One of the fluttering shapes on the second floor landing collapsed with a thump and began moving differently, hard to see from down in the foyer.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 19, 2016 18:54:31 GMT -8
Another fluttering movement stopped and dropped. The first one was crawling across the landing above, crawling to the banister. It pulled itself up by the rails, dark, its movements agonized. The moans intensified and a few wails came in for good measure. He could hear movement from elsewhere in the building, impossibly from beneath the solid bizarre floor as well. Did something say Angela? From where?
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 19, 2016 19:05:16 GMT -8
The figure at the banister managed to pull itself up to where it could look over the edge at him. It was a human form, slashed in a thousand places, flesh hanging in loose flaps from the wounds on face, arms, body. Blood flowed off the landing below it.
Slashing Victim- "AAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAhhh"
Something said Angela again, again he couldn't tell the direction. The other form on the landing spasmed and lurched across the floor up there, drawn to his voice.
Suddenly, translucent white arms slipped out of the floor, ungainly, and then slapped down on it, searching for purchase. A second, and a third pair. All had injuries, but in the transparent form, were less ghastly than the things above him.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 19, 2016 19:20:01 GMT -8
The ones from the floor all looked like they had once been sexy youths, now mutilated and miserable shades. A literally shredded muscleman looked at him with rolling eyes that didn't seem to know whether to be furious or unbearably sad. It spoke.
Shredded- "Aaaangelllla?"
The first one to the banister crawled over and flew to the floor with a nasty wet slap and rain of droplets. The other one on the landing began to crawl up the bars.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 19, 2016 19:44:50 GMT -8
The translucent spirits winced and shuddered as he said the name. One of them whispered Gaston-Louis. One of the translucent ones pushed another down, and they looked like they were going to make the most miserable love in the universe but couldn't remember how. The shredded one began a slow lurching crawl in Eli's direction. More arms came out of the ground several feet away. The bloody one from upstairs shambled to its knees. The other one at the balcony reared to its full height. For some reason, it had an elongated dog head with glowing green eyes, and howled.
Shredded- "Angela, left of us. Angela... Wotta dish... NO!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 19, 2016 20:02:22 GMT -8
Two of the closest three glowy phantasms finally figured out how to sex, and did so while crying and slightly levitating, like deflated helium balloons. Shredded reached Eli and put poison hands on his legs, fingers twitching, and tried to crawl up his body, eyes rolling.
Shredded- "ANGELA! DOn'T!"
The moans, groans, and cacaphony increased. The dog man fell. More shambling forms began to emerge from the hallways.
Castañol Voice in Crowd- <<Neeeeed heeeeelp *sob sob* Heeeelp neeeeeed>>
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 19, 2016 20:18:41 GMT -8
The cacaphony rose with his tone into a total roar. Phantom limbs flailed at him. The Castañol voice could hardly be heard and wasn't coherent to begin with. Something did get his attention by moving in a calm way. Something crossed the upper landing walking casually and leaned on the banister, looking down on the mosh pit. Its voice reached him through the din despite its quiet, clear like a tuning fork.
The Thing on The Landing- "A vampire. Hahaha. Of course."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 19, 2016 20:31:14 GMT -8
The ectoplasmic throng around him added to the feeling of being slimed, buried, unable to move. But the thing could hear him, and he could hear it - though he could no longer see even a hint of it through the mob.
The Thing on The Landing- "I am Colin Gigathrigg and this is my spot. No vampires here but you, and you're not really here, are you?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 19, 2016 20:48:28 GMT -8
The Thing on The Landing- "There are wraiths and shades and shadows and spectres and traces and so on. Some things of this world are the ghosts you expect, most are not. There is nothing here with 'knowledge' save for me. I know, because I would have eaten it... Now Angela, that is a song I know. Hahaha... It is the song of their suffering, and it's why I call this place home."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 19, 2016 21:07:24 GMT -8
The roiling mass of sad spirits were easier to ignore now that he had something sort of sensible to focus on, but they still made his world a collage of torment, suffering, and ruined flesh.
Colin G- "I am whatever it is that I am. Angela, she was a vampire that lived here, sowed ghosts in the usual way, yes? And Gaston-Louis?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 19, 2016 21:23:04 GMT -8
Colin G- "Too many words... As you can turn away from this world, I can turn away from you, and just enjoy the pain your presence has stirred... Well, the house was destroyed in the mortal realm, wasn't it? Gives it a new sheen here. That was interesting. Nothing much else to speak of. Glorious Friar added the remains of Gedesna Whelan to his harem, the black rats on Observatory Hill had a population explosion. Do you have anything interesting to say?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 19, 2016 21:37:39 GMT -8
Colin G- "Unless you know where all the victims are set to die, doesn't sound like you know anything of use to me. As to this Angela's death, a shame she won't send me more ghosts, but I've plenty. I don't see the material world, and don't care to... I suppose I could do something if you were to torture some people to death here?"
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