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Dine and Die
Fri Jul 12, 2019 11:42 am
The cold air, having seeped in through the cracks of the floorboards above, began to spread throughout the first floor of the building. Griffith just kept staring at the ceiling - listening to the increasingly frequent creaking. It originally could have be passed of as the building settling, but this was undoubtedly something more now.
...It sounded just like footsteps.
"I think someone else is in here," Griffith said, trying to keep his teeth from chattering in the cold. He searched around for a set of stairs. "They must have gotten here before us."
He couldn't risk anyone else finding the partial first. Ghosts weren't something that could be gotten ridden of like in the movies - even partials needed the same kind of treatment as regular ones. But he couldn't call up one of the reapers he knew to take care of it, so he would have to solve this problem by a
He hurried up the stairs, Kirux rushing after him.
And there, at the end of the hallway, he saw the partial.
The partial was a young girl - maybe eight, or nine, or ten if he was really pushing it. She had her hair up in two little transparent ponytails, and her sundress was a simplistic one with floral designs. Her feet were clad in a pair of white sandals. All of these details should have made the ghost downright adorable, but it had the opposite effect when paired with the injuries inflicted before her death - the blood staining the collar of her dress, the blood in her hair, the way her limbs just weren't right, and the way her neck was tilted
too much to the right.
He didn't bother checking her
She had to be the partial.
Kirux skid a stop behind him, immediately throwing his arms around Griffith when he saw the dead girl standing before them.
"I want to play," the girl said.
Kirux's grip on him tightened.
“You cannot get through a
without having an
world around you
What you do makes a
you have to decide
you want to make
Sun Jul 14, 2019 5:23 am
," Nich hissed, leaning in a little closer, even as Ethan grabbed his arm to try and pull him off the other man. "Maybe you should listen to your friend."
"Not the time, Ethan," Nich ground out, not looking at his boyfriend.
Elizabeth said and touched his shoulder, her hand freezing compared to Ethan's on his arm.
"Stand down. Now is not the time for fighting."
Nich scowled and abruptly released both the man, then shoved past him and his friend, and into the house. "Fine," he hissed, turning to face them. "Let's go."
And that was about the time he heard it. A slightly echo-y voice, from somewhere upstairs.
"I want to play."
"I bow to
, my one and only master."
"No one screws Yamcha but life!" - Bulma, DBZ Abridged.
Sun Jul 14, 2019 6:48 pm
Taber, placing the last few boxes in front of the back door, shivered. "I don't want to play," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around himself and looking over to Tact.
The hound pointed the knife they'd been sharpening against a counter at the ceiling. "It came from upstairs," they said. "Let the people with the guns figure it out."
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.
The secret of being tiresome is to tell everything.
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