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foundationmods ([personal profile] foundationmods) wrote2020-04-29 02:16 pm
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R5: ghost hangout

[What's this? The fog of the miasma has pulled back, revealing a path down to the basement. None of the living seem to notice it though, only those who are dead are aware of it.

Down in the basement is a large furnished room. It doesn't seem as dusty as the rest of the house, and it actually seems lived in? Or...un-lived in, technically. But the lighting here works and there's plenty to do. Even if the ghosts might not need it, there's several beanbag chairs (brought in by one of the many groups of teenagers who have disappeared into the house), a large couch, and even a jacuzzi. Because even if you're in eternal pain, you can relax a bit, right?

If the ghosts look up, they'll see that the ceiling appears to be made of spider-patterned stained glass. Which is weird, considering that it should be floorboards and such. But the stained glass allows them to look up into all parts of the house and easily spy on the living. What they hear can be hit or miss, especially if the living are whispering, but seeing what they're up to should be easy enough.

Well. Might as well make the most of this space, right?
]
lightreaching: (✧ looking up)

[personal profile] lightreaching 2020-05-16 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She looks him in the eye.

Fire is a terrible way to die, you know.

She's seen it, on battlefields, there's a short memory she shares of a soldier getting hit with a fire spell, and running to her to be healed, except he's still burning while he walks, and Flayn's hands are shaking around her staff as she casts a healing spell--

That's it. That's how...terrible, awful, painful, it is, burning to death. ]
tangentlion: (I blew it...)

[personal profile] tangentlion 2020-05-16 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[he closes his eyes tightly, trying to blot out the memory she's sharing. He doesn't need it. He knows. Dying of electrocution... it's not much different.

Maybe he was dead before he burned.
]
lightreaching: (✧ tentatively)

[personal profile] lightreaching 2020-05-16 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah--sorry, friend. Flayn bows her head in apology and little snippets of other things come slowly floating in the bad memory's place.

--and she saw Ignatz painting a portrait of her as fierce warrior, Ignatz, the man who was supposed to be a knight but wanted to just settle down and be an artist--

--and she saw Fhirdiad covered in a blanket of snow, over the feet of ice and permafrost the castle laid in nearly all year round, and the cold drove away her thoughts of fire--

--and she saw Annette, talking to her as they walked to class, Annette, who patted the top book in her pile, some sort of antique geometry textbook she'd found the day before, she was chirping on about math's applications in magic--

Flayn doesn't say anything outloud. She just waits. ]
tangentlion: (tip of the hat)

[personal profile] tangentlion 2020-05-16 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
... heh. [he bows his head, touching the brim of his hat]

Friends of yours?
lightreaching: (✧ chatting)

[personal profile] lightreaching 2020-05-16 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
A few of them, yes, from home.

[ ... ]

I do wonder how they are fairing...
tangentlion: (do the math)

[personal profile] tangentlion 2020-05-16 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Chances are, waaaay better than us. Hehe... oh well....

[he turns his attention to the goings on above...]

... Ango's given them extra time. But.... they're still no where near it, are they.
lightreaching: (✧ neutral)

[personal profile] lightreaching 2020-05-16 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
It does not appear to be so.

[ shaking her head ]

"Someone who uses a gun"....that is a means of narrowing things down, but not by much.

[ blech ]
tangentlion: (I blew it...)

[personal profile] tangentlion 2020-05-16 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sho lowers his head]

Goddammit....