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 Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2018 4:56 pm
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"Hm?" Lorata's head turned, eyes catching on the shine of the flying fish before dropping to the little blueblood beneath them. The seadweller's smile brightened immediately as she recognized the admiration in the girl's eyes, even before she had confessed to being a fan. No longer concerned with listening to what Glamis was saying, because Flydra would keep her informed regardless, she knelt to be a little closer to her new fan's level.
"I'd love to!" She reached out to take the notebook and pen, started to write before pausing and glancing back over. "Ah, but first, what's your name?" It was always best to give something a little more personalized to her best fans, which this girl clearly counted among. There were plenty of celebrities to choose from in this little crowd, but she'd come right here instead of to them. Not only that, but the fish escorting her...
"And are these your lusus?" She lifted a hand to lightly wave towards the swarm, laughing a little. "They remind me a bit of home. You must have quite a bit of potential to have caught their attention!" They wouldn't have looked out of place at a seadweller's side, after all.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2018 8:33 pm
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Eyzaak gave a sort of small half shrug as he heard the other reply. "Aw come on! If this paranormal stuff has anything to it...who knows." He scratched the back of his neck some with a slightly sheepish expression. The last time they had done an outing together...well the guys' friend or whatever had gotten in trouble.
Hopefully, this time would be different.
Overhearing a bunch of military officials introduce themselves, he felt a slight sense of unease. With being tied to the rebellion, Eyzaak purposely did what he could to blend in with society. It was pretty important, and also interesting to know they had such official trolls along with civilians.
"Man, this must be pretty important if they have military trolls checkin' it out." He pushed his hands into his pockets as he kicked at the ground some.
Eyzaak noticed a tealblood pushing her way through the crowd. This included him as she nudged her way through and gave him a good shove. "Ey! Watch it." He huffed, a pout forming as he shoo'd at her. Eyzaak recognized her from the space event, at least sorta. She sure always seemed to have her nose in other trolls business.
Waving briefly, he paused as he glanced at the purpleblood. "Plus I mean. This place looks the part at least, it's pretty trashed. Even if this stuffs not real, I guess that's why we have to investigate huh?" He raised a considering brow at the other with a small smirk.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2018 10:29 pm
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“Well then,” Glamis at last released his arms from their place crossed over his chest and clapped his palms together. He didn’t bother for the rabble to quiet down before giving his briefing; rather, he just slipped right into it.
“First thing’s first. Welcome, to everyone associated with the military. Your service is noted. Second thing, let’s talk about ghosts.”
Without any hesitation, Glamis popped open the black chest next to him which seemed to be filled with all matter of supplies for the job.
“Like rainbowdrinkers and daywalkers, the existence of ghosts is a phenomena specific to trolls. It is a part of their biology, a result of latent psychic energy that remains when they die.
Now. A question was raised about safety protocols and ghosts. You may be asking: are ghosts dangerous? Well. Yes, and no.”
Glamis produced a well-used, laminated diagram for his next point.
“Ghosts, in their regular state, cannot be sensed. A weak ghost is harmless. Unseen, unheard, unfelt. Now, If a ghost becomes stimulated in some way (experiencing a boost in its emotive state and will through various means), they will become more energized and be able to utilize minor psychic powers. They may also become visible”
He gestured to what appeared to be something of an illustration of the ‘life cycle’ of ghosts, showing a dying troll, then a regularly charged ghost and stimulated ghost. His finger slid to the next stage.
“A very empowered spirit may be able to use strong psychic powers: these are trolls - like, say, the trolls in this very mansion. They may have ‘unfinished business’, or have died in states of high emotional distress. These stronger forms can even energize other, more docile ghosts in their vicinity.”
Afterward, he gestured around the circle. “Spirits don’t have eternal staying power, however. If left undisturbed, they experience a sort of natural entropy that results in them weakening significantly. While this has not occurred at this location, it is obvious that the means of these trolls deaths and their impact on the mortal realm was significant enough that they are unable to move on peacefully.”
He put his illustration back in his trunk and put his hands into his trouser pockets.
“As far as safety goes, you are willingly walking into a dessicated structure filled with supernatural entities that are already empowered. Also, some of you have ties to these individuals that may affect their… Moods. So, there’s that. Ah, but-”
Glamis seemed to remember something. He pulled some materials out of the trunk. “I have military grade safety masks, heavy gloves and boots here for our military volunteers. For the folks brought here by the media, I went to the harmacy and purchased this box of colorful adhesive medical strips, some anti-contagion masks and what I would unfortunately consider to be very, very cheap gloves. First come, first serve.” He coughed lightly and continued.
“As far as paranormal safety, the likelihood that you will be struck by some kind of psionic attack is - well, there may be that likelihood given the colorful cast of characters in there right now. You’ve got an intangible, heat-seeking vengeance officer and apparently some kind of heartbroken helmsman-level telekinetic to deal with in terms of psionics, not to mention a bonafide serial killer, trained military officials, a juggalo and… You know. A mutant.” He wrinkled his sniffnode.
“I would suggest a buddy system in case one of you begins hallucinating under the influence of the spirits. It would also be advisable in case rubble drops on you from above, either due to the infrastructure of the hive collapsing or due to telekinetic meddling. A good way to avoid being harmed by a ghost is by soothing it back to its weak state. Essentially, leave it alone. However, that’s absolutely not what we’re doing here today.”
Glamis once again clapped his hands together. “I think that’s about for the disclaimers. Now, let’s talk about your mission. You are looking to isolate the individual ‘hotbed’ suspects. Right now, there’s so much energy here that the location is essentially a static field. If we can identify the cause of their distress (you know, if there’s one greater than you all being here), we can separate and remove the ghosts, returning this community to its peaceful self. To do this, we’ll need to individually seance them using items of interest from within this very mansion. Part investigation, part search, part rescue. You’ll need to find tokens that are… Possibly meaningful to the trolls who have passed on. A part of their clothing, a memento, et cetera. From there, we can begin the seances. Ahem. Any questions?”
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2018 1:33 pm
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"Hey!" Scorpa yelped as she was dropped to the ground and called heavy. The yellowblood glowered until he continued on and then grinned.
"I'm breathtaking?" She batted her eyelashes to tease him. The lieutenant rose to her feet while still cuddling Pan but let her grip loosen a little so he wouldn't have anything to complain about. It was then she realized there was something different about the boy in front of her. Squinting, she looked him up and down before questioning it out loud.
"Taller?" The blueblood had grown since she'd last seen him. Startled by this realization, Scorpa wasn't sure she liked it. If he was taller that meant he was...
About the same height as the other one.
"Nooo, you can't do this to me!" The yellowblood whined. She was about to launch into her complaints when Glamis quieted the area and started going over the plans for their service. Shutting up, Scorpa listened curiously to find out what tasks they were supposed to divvy up. She knew Flydra would've caught her up on any of the important details if she'd decided to ignore the speech but wanted to make a good impression. As they rose through the ranks, Scorpa had to try harder to keep her military reputation good. She wanted to keep rising after all, not get stuck in the rungs!
"Hmm." Her bubbly expression was replaced with narrowed eyes at the mention of the mutant. She'd heard a little from Lorata earlier but still had more to learn about this place. If there was a mutant ghost running around in the middle of everything else, she was eager to catch it and destroy it. But she had to admit she was worried. Not about her friends, no they were more than capable of protecting themselves. She was worried about him. Glancing over at Garand, Scorpa gave him a serious look.
"It's going to be dangerous in there. I gotta go grab my gear and get ready now. But I promise I'll do my best to protect..." Scorpa unbuttoned a few of her uniform's top buttons.
"Him." She shoved Pan inside her coat, letting just his head peer out, before turning and heading over to grab some of the military grade supplies for herself.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2018 2:26 pm
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 Static Charge
As soon as Kursha turned away, Static sucked in a long breath of air. Oh thank glub. Hed done it, he had looked the greenblood in the eyes and hadn't wavered. The boy was starting to think his latent powers were not electricity, but actually sweating. While he pondered if the electricity was all in his head or not, the greenblood Kursha pointed him out to the Lieutenant, and Static snapped back to attention once again. Static managed a nervous laugh as Kursha called him a "to-be Lieutenant." "G-good one sir." In his dreams, yeah.
Then Glamis spoke up, and all eye stalks were on the paranormal investigator. "Woah," The blueblood whispered to himself. "A mutant? Thats crazy..." It was kinda curious how Glamis said that some trolls here knew of the ghosts, back when they were alive. The boy looked at Kursha, Sarcle and Nahori, wondering if they knew any of the dead trolls. Static took a second to gather up some courage, and then spoke up. "Do we, um, you have any information on the deceased trolls?" He asked.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2018 2:57 pm
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Acteon turned when tapped on the shoulder, to look squarely at a young purpleblood. Who called them cute. Or, at least their hair. Ace ran a hand through it, pushing up their fluffy bangs and giving the purpleblood a lazy smile. "Yeah? Thanks, your hair is really cute too. I'm Acteon." They paused, then stuck their tongue out a bit. "So, you scared of ghosts? Heard you ask Glamis about protection..." When Glamis began speaking again, they trained their spongeclots and listened. A lot of what he said sounded boring and trite - but they were dangerous! They were also interested in stimulated ghosts, ones that they could hear. Maybe if they took the voices of trolls who had connections to the ghosts, they could get a bit of an extra edge in working with them... They reached out to touch the side of their lusus, their voice low as they complained. "Really, we only get harmacy garbage? Lame..." Weren't they bluebloods? They deserved a bit more than discount trash. Still, they would grab some stuff, a mask, some adhesives, a few of the gloves. The mission seemed easy enough. Plenty of room for danger and excitement though! Maybe they'd get to really get into some mischief, and have some fun. Grab some ghost mementos, learn some fun noises, and see people get possessed. But they'd need to find some trolls to group up with. Their eyes darted around, looking for Mallo... but they'd probably want more than the juggalo. Hmm. |
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2018 3:45 pm
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Austri had definitely heard of the happenings at this mansion, through Lorata and other trolls who'd attended, but seeing it was a completely different experience. Apparently there'd been a fire or something-- this was where that rebel sympathizer lived, wasn't it? Austri's nose wrinkled at the thought. There'd been more to it, of course, so much drama she wished she could've been there to help and protect her bestie. Thankfully they were all here now, which not only gave her the opportunity to prove herself but the opportunity to kick the a** of anything that dared to harm any of her friends. This reminded her fully of the cliff-side hive Lorata bought, though a part of her felt more unsettled by this hive due to its unkempt lawnring. Definitely something to note.
After her friends became fairly well known throughout Alternia, their newfound fame made them a lot busier and harder to actively hang out with them. Austri had felt a little left behind, but she beat those thoughts out of her mind by training more or focusing more on painting or finding crooks, sometimes working with Sarcel or when any of the Sirens needed her somewhere.
She was a little uncomfortable to be a lower rank thank Scorpa, but at least it was just Scorpa and not anyone else to her knowledge.
As the Sirens approached the mansion, Lorata guided them to the front, addressing the rest of the trolls there. After that, Flydra and Scorpa seemed to spread into talking to other trolls-- Flydra talking to the guy who was in charge, Scorpa talking to... some blueblood? Austri squinted at them from afar, recognizing the red bandana from somewhere but not being able to place her finger on it. Oh well. Not paying it any mind, it left Austri to sort of... Hover behind Lorata awkwardly.
When Sarce called her over, Austri practically bounced to her side, skipping and bringing her hand to her forehead in a military salute. "Hiya, Boss~ What's up--" Her eyes fell on the orangeblood near her. She sneered at her when Sarcel called out toward the others before glancing over toward those Sarce called out to. Captian Kursha, some purpleblood and blueblood she assumed were Tsifer and Charge, respectively. The greenblood offered the same salute to the others, unsure of their rank but wanting to be respectful to the rest of the highbloods.
So. Glamis had told Sarcel about some troublemaker, hmm?
"A record, huh?" Austri murmured with interest, eyes lighting up before dulling when his crimes were revealed. "That's so weird~ What would someone even do in the Pits besides wanna break someone out~? Did he wanna go that bad? Shoulda just left him in there~!" Trash should stay with trash. She rolled her eyes and quickly glanced at the blueblood in question, finding him equally disgusting. She didn't care if he saw her looking-- It wasn't like he could do something to her. Blueblood or not, he had a record, and Austri was ready to take him down should he pull some bullshit. She'd have to let her girls know, and soon. The greenblood didn't want any of them mixing with such a character. Her gaze flitted back to Sarcel. "No prob, boss~ I'll let them know, for sure~! We'll keep an eye out~" She glanced to Kursha, who'd just spoke up. Austri smiled at the blueblood and the greenblood-- Even though she disliked him, he was above her in rank, so. Cordial Coriol!
Soon, Glamis began to debrief them on the situation. Austri turned to listen, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. Supernatural beings of vengeance, hmm? She'd be ready. "Corporal Coriol, here to serve~!" A small part of her wanted to snicker at the rhyme, but she held it in for the sake of professionalism. With that, she moved to suit up.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2018 5:46 pm
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Okay, okay... maybe it was a bit mean to take this much pleasure from two kids of a higher blood than her treat her with such respect. Maybe she should'ave been used to it by now, considering her purpleblood disguise was less a disguise and more a lifestyle. At this point though she couldn't help but delight in their courtesy. Eiylas did not bow in turn, but rather gave a little headnod to Floren and Kerras. "The pleasure is mine, both of you. I'm Eiylas Zumeng. Call me Ely." Tuzi was now nudging a couple of plants nearby, likely curious themselves about their potential use. It'd be a nice gift to bring to Izutyu. A small smile twitched on her lips, both because of her parent's antics and because of the question.
"I'm not sure if they are real... but I am here to experience a good story to share with my-- OH DON'T--"
Ely's cool, poised exterior cracked in an instant at the sight of Kerras playing with the toadstool. Instead was a panicked little girl, covering her mouth with her hands as she bounced up onto her tiptoes. Gog, they reminded her of Chaeng! Just playing with plants like that toadstool, what if they got hurt?! "It could be poisonous! Be careful!" She huffed a little side and then looked to Floren for backup. Considering his questions, it was safe to say he must'ave been interested in plants too. He should know the dangers of toadstools! "You've been interested in plants too, right?! Back me up!" Later she may have realized she was being a bit bossy but with this space cadet she--- oh gog.
Did they just ask if plants have souls?
Who was this troll?!?
Doing her best to calm down, she took a deep breath and sighed. "Sorry, I just... my sister and I work with our local flora and... she has a habit of..." Asking if plants had souls? That was straight up Chaeng's alley, too. "... She's smart but becomes lost in her thoughts sometimes. I just wouldn't want you in any danger." Oh, the irony of this statement when only feet behind her a grown troll was preaching about how they will royally and psychically get their s**t kicked in!
"Mmm... I don't know if they do though... what do you think?" Again she turned her attention to the straight-man Floren, or at least thats what Ely hoped he'd end up being in this case. In the background she could hear some preaching about the buddy system being in place. Darn tootin' it should be in place! Look who turned out!
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2018 7:09 pm
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"Heir of the Grove Warden?" Floren couldn't help but ask- what a unique title! He'd never heard of such a thing before. "I suppose, I'm less into them and more interested in simply trying something new." He shrugged slightly, nodding at Eiylas since she seemed to share the sentiment. He had no real thoughts on whether or not ghosts existed- but he supposed just about anything could, really.
"Weren't you on-- oh-" Floren started to ask if he'd seen her in the Superstar Authority production but quickly stopped as she yelped. He turned to look at Kerras- oh, well- that just wouldn't do. He opened the little box on his belt and pulled out a small baggy, then opened it up as wide as it would go. "Here, yes, put it in here." He spared a glance at Ely, not particularly keen on being ordered to back her up but he supposed that was her place to do. He wasn't going to not do it anyway, she had a point. "I have some cleansing wipes as well for your fingers. This way you can look at it later to find out, yes? With gloves on." He flashed a smile and held the bag out for Kerras to drop the toadstool into.
"Hmm.." The question of plant-souls earned a hum from him, followed by another shrug. "I don't see why not, if we believe other living organisms have them. Why should plants be any different?" His eyes slid to the little seedling...creature... with Kerras. "Since some of them clearly are more than just plants."
Glamis was speaking- he quieted down and turned to listen while the blueblood went on about their task... This seemed like an awful lot to be doing, but... well, they were capable, weren't they? Most of the older volunteers seemed to be in the military after all. Plus, a fair portion of the kid volunteers had been at the launch sites, he recognized a few of them from seeing them in the distance.
He raised a hand to speak. "Are there typical signs to know that you've found an item that's meaningful to a troll that's passed on? Outside of attacks, assuming they wouldn't like their things being touched."
Hivestuck question for Glamis at the end!
Mihail listened while Glamis gave them the run through-it all seemed pretty... basic and yet complicated to him. One troll asked for more information about the deceased... another asked for signs to look for once they'd found items... He didn't know the first thing about seances, and so raised his hand to ask next- "Is the--there a meeting point fff-ffor the seances?" ...He wished he'd brought Knetic. He was so useful for translating sign to speech.
Hivestuck aaand another question for Glamis
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2018 7:10 pm
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 Chiara Moteku Zindel Tagino
Chi-Zendel walked up to the hive, hands in his pockets. Chiara remembered how terrified he had been while she dragged him around, making him endure the terrors. Fun stuff... fun stuff... Things were so... different between them now. The blueblood and the redblood lived together, but Chiara hadn't said more than a few sentences to Zindel since... Well, anyway, just because things with Zindel were weird, didn't mean that she couldn't have fun as Zindel, The redblood fixed his posture, and approached the seadweller; Lorata. "Ms. Gorgos?" The redblood said, somewhat meekly. "Im so sorry to interrupt, but hello! Im Zindel, you sponsored me for the Superstar Authority, and i never had the chance to thank you properly." The redblood Zindel bowed low to the seadweller. "I also recall both of us being present for the... incident here..." Zindel scratched his head, uncomfortably remembering the event. He noticed the little blueblood and made sure to bow as well. And its a pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss...?" Zindel asked, indicating Demari.
Before the redblood could greet the little lady properly, everyone's attention was directed towards Glamis. Internally, Chiara had a little smile on her face. Restless ghosts, huh? This was sure going to be interesting. Zindel on the other hand... well, Chiara had to make sure there was no smile on the redblood's face, only fear.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2018 7:33 pm
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"Scared?" Stemma was caught between a sneer and a moment of considerable thought. She was quiet for a moment, then spoke up again as if she was giving the thesis to an essay. "I am not fearful of the dangers of ghosts, though they are inherently dangerous. They are beings of malignant energy that can possess the bodies of the dead and the living. One must be educated and prepared, to keep themselves safe."
She held a hand cutely up to her mouth, covering it as she giggled. "Plus that old building is probably falling apart now, don't you think? Condemned in every sense of the word."
As much as she enjoyed her banter (and perceived educating) with the blueblood, her attention swiftly turned to Glamis once he began his briefing. The purpleblood took ample notes, even recreating the drawing that Glamis used to explain the ghost life cycle. It was all more scientific than Stemma was used to, but little of it conflicted with her prior knowledge of ghosts.
"I brought my own supplies," Stemma said with an air of haughtiness. She beckoned her lusus to drop his backpack, and she started to rummage through, retrieving gloves, a mask, and calling attention to her first aid kit and a heavy duty flashlight. She also procured a small charm on a necklace, and held it out to the blueblood.
"This is a protection charm!" Stemma said. She was already wearing multiple on her own person. "It should help keep you out of harm." She gestured it toward the blueblood in good favor.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2018 7:41 pm
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Dalema nodded more than a few times at Avvisi. "Yeah dude! Will keep in touch with you, sound like you're a big deal out there!" Publicity never hurt right? Besides, if she wanted to be rich and famous through her business, then she had to get her name out her for others to see. The child opened her mouth just to see a certain hemoanonymous boy that she had seen once...
At another "haunted" hive.
"Philip?!" Dale rearranged her glasses before blurting out. "What are you doing here?! This is a mystery case that I'm handling! Stop dipping in my Cruel-Aid, dude!" Actually volunteer but she wasn't pointing that out. The point was that whatever attracted her interest, he'd somehow find hiss way there. Ampere, however, didn't like their child's tone, so they slapped their tail again to correct her misbehavior. "Ow, ow, ow man stop it! Dude, I get it!" She exclaimed, getting closer to the snake to whisper, "But he's evil." The snake took a look at the troll and shook their head with a disapproving hiss.
"Hi Philip, I'm glad to see you. BUT!" She whispered. "This ain't your piece of cake. Just saying!" Dalema regain he usual cheerful self as she laughed at that last comment. She sure was looney but, it had it's amicable charms! "Nah, if you think you can handle the heat, then you are welcomed to be here! Just don't interfere with my work, can ya dig it?"
Her attention went to the blueblood and she smiled. Dang though, could it be even more competition? Oh well. Dale slapped her hand before giving Kwelin a firm shake with a toothy smile. "Wassup my dude? Nice to meet ya! I'm Dalema Osgrer, junior sleuth!"
"Yo, it's so weird how y'all knew each other but didn't know each other if ya know what I mean. That's cool, though!" She giggled.
Glamis started speaking and that totally caught her full attention. "Ghosts... That's.... so... cool-city!" Oh gog, she so wanted to get her hands on that sweet sweet cheap gear! She even lined up for it as quickly as she could! "Mr. Glamis, sir? How do we know when a ghost is nearby?" Dale asked.
"I read once that temperature drop was a way to, like, know? But I'd really want to know a specialist's input on the matter!"
Hivestuck a question 
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2018 8:33 pm
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Glamis looked Static up and down. “I didn’t create dossiers for this mission. Frankly I’d assumed between the macabre fanatics brought here by the media and information sharing between military members it wouldn’t be necessary, but I suppose I shouldn’t assume ones’... Interest in such affairs.
Erilyn Awassi, head of the mansion - famous socialite, singer, and ex-military. Rebel conspirator.
Epratt Kewrei, prominent orphaner. Moustache enthusiast, defalcator.
Comedi Deburu, cultural attache for the Mirthful Messiahs cult, defalcator.
Gerard Rutven, socialite, rainbowdrinker enthusiast, serial killer.
Tigwyn Ioyana, pre-Reginian helmsman.
Shishi Schrad, scout and military official in charge of training; saboteur.
And a filthy mutant with terrible blood.”
Floren began to speak. The blueblood looked with anticipation at him, and hummed.
“Good question. If the ghost had previously been unable to locate an item that you find, they may physically react when you acquire it. It may be a breeze or a vibration, a sound - something tangible. And yes, indeed - some ghosts, but not all, will cause a temperature to decrease, but some may increase the temperature. Even if that’s not the case, however, if you find something - anything - of interest, bring it out here and you can confer with others as to its worth.”
To Mihail, Glamis said, “We will meet up here after the investigation, and then I will accompany groups to the locations where we will perform the task.”
Glamis eyed the purpleblood. “Other than being a liability, it shouldn’t impact your mission. Continue on, be as safe as possible, and find a group willing to put up with your stimulating presence.” He noted. “Act how you might act to that troll to get them to calm down, if they were alive.”
“Oh, also. If you end up with wounds that need tending to due to the mansion’s many dangers or violent spirits, I am not prepared to escort you to a medical facility as I mustn’t leave my post and am contractually free of liability unless I try to assist you. However, as we have been speaking I have eyed a carrion van parked at the top of the hill.”
He gestured to the van - a hideous sight with the words “DEUS EX MACHINE” painted in scrawling teal font across the doors.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2018 8:46 pm
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"Demari! I'm Demari Voyage." The blueblood answered. She blushed as Lorata praised her, elated to hear such kind words from a seadweller. Her lusii seemed to bask in the praise as well, fluttering proudly through the air around them in loose circles. All but one, who heard his name called and began to drift away...
"Thank you! I'm truly lucky to have them." She smiled shyly. Quieting for a moment, Demari waited patiently to let Lorata finish the autograph and accepted her items back once she was done, delighted. It appeared she wasn't the only one to notice the incredible person in front of her as a redblood approached them as well! Startled, she discovered it was another celebrity! Demari had to admit his act on Superstar Authority had gone a bit over her head, with Sparklepop demanding her to go refill her drink in the middle of it, but he'd seemed pleasant enough.
"Demari! It's nice to meet you... S-sultry Star." The blueblood flushed as it felt embarrassing and awkward to say his stage name. Perhaps this was a sign that it was time to back away and let the grown ups talk about their grown up things. Unsure if he'd approached Lorata and mentioned the sponsorship stuff to try and start up a business talk, Demari let the conversation continue without her as she glanced around wondering where Twinkletip had wandered off to.
Twinkletip had found his way over to Volkei, pleased that the troll had remembered his name. Flying over, he rose up out of Mio's reach initially, remembering the white tiger's playful personality, he didn't want to get nipped or swatted! Circling around Volkei, he showed his affection by settling on the boy's hand curiously. As Glamis began talking about their mission for being there, Twinkletip listened nervously but became determined to do his best to find these ghosts! It was scary and he had no doubt that Demari would have trouble with it but that's why he was here! To show her that it was no big deal and he was the coolest in the swarm! And Volkei here was going to help him do just that!
"It sounds like we'd better start grouping up. I see my friend is here so I'm going to go check in with him. I hope to see you again!" Demari politely excused herself. While she would've loved to talk more with the two, she didn't want to get in the way of their preparations, especially Lieutenant Lorata's! This might be her second mission of great success! Also, she was really curious to know how Volkei was reacting to all of this.
"So that's where you went, Twinkletip!" Demari laughed as she spotted one of her lusii with the redblood. Glad to see they were getting along she gave the other troll a nervous smile.
"Sounds like we need to find partners. Be mine!" She offered her hand like a business deal.
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