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Aug 4, 2007 21:47:32 GMT -5
Post by astos on Aug 4, 2007 21:47:32 GMT -5
"Appreciation is a rare trait in the young of this world. I feel the need to speak in a more proper sense now that you have accepted this quaint lifestyle. We shall begin with the first house, but no matter which one we enter, they will all think us to be the ones that killed them, responsible for their pain and all pain, guilty of the worlds mindless self-inflicted suffering. That is the curse of judgement, one of three that bind souls to the world. Another is the curse of regret, which is what creates dangerous souls that seek others and are not bound to one place. Some are good of intent but people fear what they do not know, and some have killed themselves just to avoid encountering that fear, hence why they become bitter and regret everything they were and are. The final curse is the curse of truth, which is the worst one and the best at the same time. This one allows us to speak with souls that know everything, and I mean everything. Why aren't you... Oh, I never gave it to you! What a foolish thing." James grabbed a large notebook from his jacket and tossed it at Helen along with a pen. "Start writing, I don't tend to repeat myself too much. Now, remember, since you weren't writing, You are not allowed to look away, to scream, to jump or shout or laugh or cry. Anything not normal or proper will set them off, and unless they know you they will question you. Do not give anything away except a part of your name. I use my middle name, since it is so bold, and the name astos has a history with the dead all across the world. Don't ask, the history lesson comes tomorrow. Now hold your head up, walk gracefully and look them in the eye AT ALL TIMES. Blinking is allowed, but do not close your eyes indefinitely. When you KNOW you are ready, we shall walk in. Shall we?"
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Clarity
Aug 4, 2007 23:14:36 GMT -5
Post by mutilateddragon on Aug 4, 2007 23:14:36 GMT -5
Helen caught the book and quickly began trying to remember everything that he had just said, quickly kneeling down to rest the notebook on her knee and write down what James had said. She looked quite sad as she wrote about the ghosts and their curses they kept with them. “Should I write down about the slaves and what you said about death before? Although I cannot remember it all so clearly.” Helen asked, looking questionably up at James. “And I will have to refer to you as Astos? What will happen if I say anything more?” After she had writing finished Helen rose to her feet, flexing her wrist until the air faintly popped through her joints, and brushing herself down but it didn’t make too much difference, the dirt and blood was stained and dried into the fabric of her material. Her hands pulled at the soft cotten of her top, becoming suddenly very thoughtful, reminiscing the past with a deep vice-like feeling of regret. It all seemed so far away now. Sharply Helen brought her head up to look intently at James “Will that happen to me when I die…will I, be cursed as other spirits are? Is there any way…I could not regret when I die?” Her expression was serious but as her thoughts calmed she gave a faint smile. Taking a deep breath as she cleared her thoughts to prepare for when they entered the house, tucking the notebook and pen safely away in the inside pocket of her trench coat Helen tried to decide what her name should be. Her memory had long forgotten her middle name, so the only option available was to use her second name, Pyre. With that decided at last she was ready, taking another deep breath she gave a nod to James, or Astos as she was now to call him, waiting with her body shivering despite the heat of the morning sun, for him to lead the way forward.
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Post by astos on Aug 6, 2007 2:36:35 GMT -5
"Do not speak of me unless I am in the room. I will follow you shortly, as is proper. The information will be repeated as we progress, so do not worry. As for death, there is no way to not regret death in one way or another, so all you can do is listen and be prepared. Life is most improtant to everything, and if you value it you will learn quickly and well that abuse of life is the highest sin in all existence, and why we shall never abuse these lessons." James held out a hand as a sign of good will. "I have lived more years than I care to remember, but that too shall pass, and I will sie, but death comes for all, and is as sacred as life. This is why I arm you with the will of the dead, to keep them at peace. Remember, patience, disiple, honor, and respect." James smiled again, but this time it seemed good natured, and he stopped smiling a split second later, moved his hand to the door, and said, "Let's continue."
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Post by mutilateddragon on Aug 6, 2007 7:10:14 GMT -5
"Yes, lets." Helen shook his hand returning the smile rather shakily. She stood confidently as was possible, eyes running over the peeling dried paint and the faint grooves in the wood of the door, trying to take her mind off what was beyond the door, push down the growing feeling of fear that rose like a flood of icy water in her chest with every second she didn't keep it in check. To try and ease the situation Helen spoke again,” So, how old are you? If, if it's ok to ask." She kept her head forward as she spoke, keeping her eyes fixed on the door. The door handle gave a loud click as James pushed it down, the lock sounded rusty with age just like the door. Helen felt her heart beat in her throat as the door slowly creaked open, like in the old cheesy horror movies. Nervously she took a step forward into the gloom and dark of the room with in, blinking a few times to give her eyes time to adjust. The house felt cold, like the chill she had felt in the car and the air within was laden with dust that stuck to the back of Helen's throat as she inhaled the thick musty air. Still not seeing anything any better, she squinted, trying to pierce the dark, heart hammering loudly in her chest.
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Clarity
Aug 6, 2007 11:32:11 GMT -5
Post by astos on Aug 6, 2007 11:32:11 GMT -5
James remained silent, as the situation had become out of his complete control. The hall leading into the house had a staircase on the right and a entrance to a living room on the left. On the staircase was the upper half of a skeleton and the lower half was on the foot of the stairs. A skull stuck out from the living room, and a closet underneath the stairs had a faint scratching sound come from it. Two spirits rose from the dead bodies, or what was left of them, and began to look at helen dead in the eye. These were not as she had imagined, with normal human features, but more like the skeltons that now lay on the floor. The places where their eyes were supposed to be were smoothed over as if sockets never existed and on top of that were two, crudely drawn eyes, as if a child had done so. The first spirit raised its arm and in a female wail screeched, "Murderer! Theif! Dare you come and difle more what ye have already condemned with your wicked ways. No rest for our kind and noe to bury us! COme finish your job foul cur, so I can waste you when ye reach the afterlife!" The second spirit rose from the hall, and came closer in. "This be not her, silence your harping you d**ned witch. It was not that boy when he came, but he is still theif and owes uis or peace. Girl! Stand straight and look me in the eye. WHY DO YOU DARE TO APPROACH THE FORSAKEN?"
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Clarity
Aug 24, 2007 19:59:15 GMT -5
Post by mutilateddragon on Aug 24, 2007 19:59:15 GMT -5
Helen froze, back immediately straightening, drawing her to her full height, like a small child who had just been told off by his parents. Her eyes locked onto the eyes of the spirit who was close to her, trying to keep the gaze and not let her stare wander at the strange and frightening appearance of the ghost. She opened her mouth to reply, hands trembling at her sides. For a moment nothing came, she was simply frozen with her mouth open, no speech would come to her dried lips. Helen slowly shut her mouth, taking a deep rasping breath, finding it hard to keep her eyes on those of the spirit. Her legs felt weak, as if they were going to collapse beneath her, licking her lips to soften them she tried again. "My... My name is Pyre. I, I am here with Astos..." Nervous, she turned her head, only realizing her mistake part way she flinched and snapped her head back round to face the spirit. Her eyes looked fearfully up at the ominous skeletal head of the spirit, it's crude eyes staring down at her.
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Clarity
Sept 3, 2007 1:10:12 GMT -5
Post by astos on Sept 3, 2007 1:10:12 GMT -5
The ghost falls forward, when the door opens quickly, and striding with perfect posture, James lifts Helen, and throws her out the door. With an open palm, James waves through the ghost and makes some weird hand motions. The spirit draws into his palm and he shuts it in his grip. Graciously, Jmaes strides outside, shuts the door and holds his fist in front of Helen. "The first rule of this is death: YOU. WILL. DIE. IF. YOU. DO. NOT. DO. WHAT. I. TELL. YOU. TO. DO." James opens his hand and the angry spirit lashes out at Helen. Instantly, james grabs it by the back and thrashes it to the ground. "My name is fear: Astos means you crawl inside yourself and weep in fear. You people d**ned me as a child because I was too white. That is the worst thing for some gorram two-bit racist dead people to hold a grudge over. I DID NOT KILL YOU. Now crawl inside yourself." And the ghost did just that. the head drew into the stomach and the thing vansihed. James gathered himself, put on a faint smile and turned to Helen. In a plain, yet slightly pleasent voice he said, "Now, try again."
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