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Post by beastly on Aug 23, 2021 15:45:23 GMT -6
"I mean, they're all trapped in this room specifically? We could probably get a medium to come convince 'em to like... walk over next door, yeah? or we could see about switching you to a room with less spirits?"
Simon wasn't overly familiar with ghosts. In his time on a fire team, he'd dealt with a few, but it wasn't his area of expertise, and now days he mostly worked with the living.
"If you're comfortable, we could do paperwork somewhere else for a while?"
He wasn't quite sure how to help best.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Aug 23, 2021 17:28:46 GMT -6
zavijah:
She did not answer that question. . . it was both - yes, and no. Though regaling the reaction to revealing that an apparent 'friend' of his was among those trapped, she did not believe the answer would do any good to reveal to the being. . . .
Though she wondered, what a medium could do that she could not? Rather, would bringing in a medium place that innocence in danger of more powerful and dangerous? The thought along with the ones the proceeded to follow behind her continued to spiral downwards . . . She did not want those entrapped to be crushed where they were ensnared, she did not want them to become demons should their souls become deformed and damaged enough to cause corruption or taint. . .
And she did not want to endanger the others around her with this. . . . .It impressed her that no demonic came after her after all this time she was metaphorically tied down to one area, perhaps something these people had established long ago to protect themselves from such- in effect, she might just be within a shield of their making. . .Though she did not want to test the durability of this 'shield' with this. . . . she regretted bringing this to conversation. . . she resulted in causing more problems than had she of just remained silent. . . .she sighed. . .
". . .moving to another room would prove itself a moot point. " she replied. " Places like this, have far more souls then what one would realize. . . simply moving from one place to another within a crowded area will not lessen the crowd. I will be alright when I leave. Unless they intend on entrapping me indefinitely; this would be temporary. " she stated.
apon the offer, she pondered for abit. . . 'elsewhere' could be less crowded spiritually, and could very well be in a not mostly white area. . . .but does it mean imprisonment? enslavement? entrapment to some form or manner? Would it be more spiritually crowded or God forbid, a copy of what she was entrapped within?
What I feel hath no value she thought. Though as 'frayed' as she felt, she did not want to drop her guard, not even for a moment. Perhaps twas paranoia exacerbated by the constant presence of her past haunting her in visions, dreams, sounds and smells. Perhaps it was the general feeling of being surrounded by those whom she did not know? Reguardless, the pit of her stomach felt the low and guttural pinch of unease. She knows what happened in the past was not Simon Groves's fault, nor anyone in the current present's fault. . . does not mean that no other shares that same capacity to do as what was done to her to her or others. . . .history has a cursed habit of repeating itself. Twas only a matter of when, rather than if. She was already partially skinned a few months ago, the reasonings of why being different, but it had still occured. . . .What else was to be repeated yet again?
" . . . . . .If elsewhere is outside, away from here. It would be far more preferable than this. " she replied. " Haoever. . . .If there is any plan or ruse to ensnare me, or take freedom away from me, I will go where non can follow. " she stated after abit of a pause. At least in hell, she knew the intentions of the demonics, and could hunt them should they near her. . . . of course, she will have to return to Wathias. . . she still has to resolve that task as well.
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Post by beastly on Aug 24, 2021 16:10:22 GMT -6
Okay. She seemed to be worried about him trapping her. He pursed his lips, thinking it over. If Zavijah decided to sprint off into the city, there was no earthly way he was going to be able to get her back to her hospital room. She still needed to be here, he was told, although he was having serious issues with her doctor at the moment. He'd need to talk to Fao about it, see if the doctor was a jerk.
"...Will you return with me here with me when we're done? We could go do this stuff at the park."
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Aug 24, 2021 18:18:46 GMT -6
zavijah:
She waited as silence followed that promise. . . before he asked his question, rather; request. She paused in thought. . .pondering apon the request in turn for this. She really did not want to return into the whiten room, yet she could be outside for a while. . . this was suppose to be temporary. . . she could always leave later should things turn for the worse. . .
". . . . I will return with you here when we have completed what is needed to be done. " she replied. "allow me a moment to change. " She was not keen on running around in this garb she was suppose to wear while remaining here. . . shes changed for the 'classes' into her normal garb and has no plans ceasing this. . . aside from having dark skin- which makes white clothing appear see through, she did not want to chance anyone seeing the scar nor what was apon her back. . . Twas bad enough some have seen them already. . .
By that point, they have plenty of reason to execute her on the crimes of betrayal due to the scar if twas where she hailed from- and the seal threatens too much curiosity. . . She knows how it was done, she was taught as much as a means to gloat how weak and powerless she was against him. . . She does not want the seal replicated.
She took perhaps 10 minutes to change within the closet, before stepping out. . . dressed as though she was prepared should the time arise. . . in her usual garb and with her hair up. . . having it down was only yet another reminder. . .
"Lead the way."
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Post by beastly on Aug 25, 2021 8:22:55 GMT -6
Simon gathered his own bag, the little bag Zavijah had given him, and stood by the door to the hall, waiting. This was fine. He could do this. He'd go down to the park, He'd ask her the questions, take her picture, let her enjoy being outside a while, then he'd bring her back. It would go smoothly, with no hiccups. No problems at all. You have to trust people.
When she left the closet, Simon smiled brightly.
"Sure! I'm parked outside."
He held the door open for her, then showed her through the building until they got outside to his van, making idle chatter.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Aug 25, 2021 9:09:21 GMT -6
zavijah:
She was confused at the notion of 'parked' . . . is that what he meant? She thought park was a location, not an action?
She had her talismans activated, one of which made her ears appear as though they were human. . . even then- she could not hide the minor lowering at the appearance of the very big car. . . was it pregnant? Another, she flat out refused to remove, even threatened to fuse it into her body should they attempt to remove it. . . it suppressed her aura to conceal how dense it was- no point in making people aware of her by announcing her presence with how dense her aura makes the air 'feel'. . .
Still, was it wise to force a pregnant car to take them? shouldn't they let it rest until the ilk of this car was born? How Stenson has paddled about 'cabbages' and how Sara talked about her car has given her a very stiff confusion whether or not these things were 'alive' or not. ". . . .perhaps we should walk. . . let her rest in the shade. " she offered. ". . I know not hao if I could aid should her water breaks? "
She at least assumes the two wheeled and annoyingly loud tiny cars are the ilk of cars. . . she does not want to know how that occurs.
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Post by beastly on Aug 25, 2021 10:55:57 GMT -6
Simon had been going around the side to open the passenger for Zavijah. He stopped when she proposed walking so... his van could rest in the shade? In case the water broke? What?
He tried not to give her a weird look as the gears in his head turned. Not all supers were up to date on modern technology, he reasoned.
"Do you- my van isn't alive. It's, uh. Just a machine, miss. Not, um. A horse."
He knocked his knuckles lightly on the side.
"It'll take us to the park just fine."
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Aug 25, 2021 11:12:00 GMT -6
zavijah:
Her ear twitched at the sound of the metal against flesh and bone, which brought more confusion. . . it was hallow? with things? . . .wait, is that the unborn or is - the appearance of confusion became more and more apparent. . . she knew it was not a horse, Stenson stated so after she attempted to mount his car 'cabbages' like one. . . This era was rather filled with very strange things. . . .
They ride souless things yet are affectionate of them? She understood taking care of a tool and keeping it up to where it will do well to serve. . . but it came off to her as though cars are similar to pets? . . . it took awhile before she sighed. . . not keen on riding in the rather bison like car. . . Though was this a hill to die apon?
". . .I see. " she stated, before walking towards the 'passenger' side of the car. . .
Hopping in, she was effectively crouched in the seat. . .sitting on her heels as if ready to jump should a time arise rather than sitting inside of the bison like car. . . she buckled herself in, rather keen on getting this portion of the travel over with. . . if only she had Moose along with her. . though he would of proven to be far too large, and would of drawn far too much attention.
Though she does wonder how Sara and Moose would get along. . . they are both kind, protective and friendly souls. . . though Moose is . . . not the brightest among his kind, may attempt to breed with her if she were to turn into one of them. . . . might not be a good idea to bring moose. . . .his children are much smaller and much more well behaved. . . makes sense since Moose was feral before they had met.
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Post by beastly on Aug 30, 2021 16:44:28 GMT -6
Simon watched Zavijah get in the passenger side, and he seemed relived they wouldn't have to walk. It wasn't hot, not really, but if something bad happened he could quickly get them back in the van. He wasn't sure what 'bad' thing could happen, but he liked being safe. And not walking if he didn't have to. As he watched, the way she got in the seat, crouching rather than sitting betrayed a her unfamiliarity with modern vehicles, and Simon wondered if it extended to all modern technology. He'd ask her once they got to the park.
Simon got in the driver's seat and smiled cheerfully.
"Alrighty. Let's get going."
Discreetly, he kicked an empty take out bag under his seat before he checked his mirrors and backed out of his spot.
"So, uh," Simon reached for small talk as they drove, " Ya been in the city long?"
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Aug 30, 2021 18:06:21 GMT -6
zavijah:
She was not comfortable in the fat car. . . .she much preferred her feet on the ground- easier to evade and fight on her feet than within a rolling soulless metallic trap. Her ear twitched at the strike of paper? as smells of potatoes, oil? and other various old smells became noticeable to her.
She misses the air of the wilderness. At least the creatures are forthright with their intentions. . .
Apon the question asked of her, there was abit of a long pause before she finally answered. ". . . .no. I've made no attempt to linger within the city state for long. " she replied. She still needed to find the lead, and figure out what had happened. Though Simon Groves she felt was no where near strong enough to be regaled of this portion. . . .Doing so would only place the innocence in more danger than he would be capable of she feared. It was not even up for question nor debate in reguards of this one.
"This. . . . .unwanted stay, hath been the longest I have remained within the valley of stone. "
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