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| Topic Started: Feb 18 2009, 10:07 PM (62 Views) | |
| daioni | Feb 18 2009, 10:07 PM Post #1 |
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Jack sat at the window, looking out at the rain that poured outside. This late at night, it was like looking out on a strange dull mirror, where the street lights caused an erie glow that shone through the gloom and somehow made the dark seemed darker then it really was. Usually, he didn't mind the rain, he had spent plenty of in the out doors, rain or shine, but even he wasn't going to step foot outside in this... ***CRASH*** The streets were suddenly lit a brilliant white like hot iron, leaving blind haze over his eyes as it his nightvision was temporily spoiled. The storm was enough that he doubted even a villian would venture out. Even the electric types would probably short circuit themselves in this torrent. The lights flicker off and on as the power surged. These were the worst times, one couldn't even watch tv due to the power surges. It was not that he didn't like the old store, it was a cool place, Ra had all sorts of interesting antiques from various periods of time. He was probably the oldest of them, but they usually didn't mention that. It was just that lately there had been... he didn't know exactly how to put it... a almost glass like feeling to the store, like there was a fragile edge to the air, walking on egg shells if you would. It was as if there was an energy building, and that all it would take was a careless shock to set off something. Even that didn't describe it properly. All Jack knew was that something was making his hair on the back of his neck prickle for no apparent reason. "Ray, heat out again?" he yelled, feeling a sudden chill as the temperature seemed to plummet. The shop owner didn't bother coming in. "It's fine in here, if your cold, you have a fur coat." The vents in the other room were steadily pumping warm air. Raymond himself was comfortable, undisturbed by the weither. A being of emense power(half the time at least) it took a lot to phase him. He commanded storms such as this, he had nothing to fear. A rattle caught his attention. It was not really loud, just a small vibration. He looked around his study, but nothing seemed a miss. The looked back at his work, as he was doing the weekly inventory. He heard the noise again, followed by a thud as suddenly one of the books on his shelf fell out from it place between two thick encyclopedias. He eyed it, almost as if annoyed, before getting up and walking over to it, picking it up and pushing it back into place. When he returned to his desk, he found something immediatly amiss. His inventory had vanished. This confused him momentarily, as he searched around the desk. The creak of his door caught his attention as it slid shut and clicked. "Jack?" he said, walking to the door and opening it. "What?" said Jack from across the room. Ra looked about. Was Caine about he wondered, he would be fast enough, Jack was fast but he had nothing on Caine who could move silently as well. "What?" repeated Jack, now wondering why Ray had a puzzled expression on his face. "Nothing" said Ra, returning to his study to look for his inventory. "What's up with him?" wondered Jack alloud, before turning back to the window... to the figure standing right by the window, staring through black drenched hair with cold dead eyes. Jack jumped in surprise, almost tripping up as he back away from the window. When he looked again he saw nothing, the figure had vanished. He moved close. looking as far the the sides as he could in case the figure had darted to the side. He saw no sign of movement, nor could he pick up a scent, definatly not in this weather. Maybe it was just the night. Or he had been watching to many horror movies. Maybe he should tell Ra about this, in their line of work just about anything was possible. He caught sight of somethig white, suddenly realizing that he could see his breath, the room had grown icy cold, there was even frost froming on the windows. He walked towards Ra's office, a sudden uneasy feeling settling somewhere at the base of his spine. As he did, he noticed the sound. No that was not right, it wasn't a sound, but a distinct lack of it. A sudden dead silence. For Jack this was very unstelling considering his hearing, usually he could detect the minute changes, but now, it was as if the back ground noise had suddenly stopped. With out that, it was as if the creak of the floorboards were amplified, and the short few steps to cross the room felt... erie. The sudden chime of the grandfather clock next to his startled him, and he let out a short sigh of relief as he realized the silence had passed. This was getting rediculous. "Ray," he said, walking to the door, more quickly this time. |
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| daioni | Feb 21 2009, 12:28 AM Post #2 |
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As Jack opened the door, he saw Ray searching the shelves, looking like he had lost something. Raymond was himself confused, had he misplaced it? He had sworn he had it a moment ago. "Ray," said Jack, wondering if he would know anything about this, "Is there such things as ghosts?" "Not that I know of," said Ray, not looking back, "You havn't seen my inventory have you?" he said. His forte was antiques, not exactly the encycolpedia of the supernatural. "Well, I think we may have one," said Jack, "Some creepy horror film stuff is going on." Ray was not exactly impressed by this, "You probably just seeing things," he said, thinking that on a night like this, scaring yourself was easy, and Jack was as human as any other protochild, despite his wolfish tendencies. He then caught sight of the corner of a folder atop the bookcase, reacing up and bringing it down, looking at the sheet he had been looking for. How it had gotten up there, he had no clue, "Just the storm and an overactive imagination," he said, before noting a creaking sound that was escalating behind him. He turned in time to see the bookcase tilt, and then a cascade of books fall on top of him, followed by the shelf. Jack move in, pushing the bookcase off the old mummy, who poped a shoulder back into place, checking what was left of his body to make sure everything was in place. "Believe me now?" said Jack, to which Ray gave him a look, "I concede nothing!" he said, pulling himself to his feet. As if in response, the door flung itself shut with a shotgun like bang, two bloodstained handprints on the back of it as if someone had shoved it shut. It dripped as the blood spelled out the words "GET OUT,". "Come on," said Ra, unimpressed, "That's just tacky." |
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| The Royall J | Feb 21 2009, 10:01 AM Post #3 |
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Caine walked in and saw the last of the events. He closed his eyes and tried to reach out towards whatever was causing this, he could almost sense it, almost find it but it's mind was too different from anything he had ever encountered to really catch. "It's not real blood anyway" Caine said finally walking into the room. "I can't quite find what's causing this but he obviously has no taste or sense of decency. Probably doesn't pay attention well either" "Ghosts are supposed to be psychic entities pulling energy from the mortal realm to manifest, which would explain Jack's feeling cold as heat is an easy source of energy. The fact that it's mind would be it's entire body might explain why you are having so much trouble 'getting a bead on it'. I do love those old cop shows. Anyway, you are quite correct. If ghosts were supposed to be able of coherent thought it would realize that we could help it find the otherside" "I thought antiques were your forte" Caine said. "I still read some of those old books that I collect" Ra said defensively. "Your languages are simple and easily decoded" |
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| daioni | Feb 21 2009, 04:42 PM Post #4 |
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"So we talking deadly evil entity here or angry unfinished business ghost?" asked Jack, having seen enough horror movies over a lifetime of full moons to have some vague sense of ghost mythos. Ray walked out into the main of the shop, unlocking a cabinet and pulling out a rather old looking book with a old symbol on it. "Let's see," he said, opening it with practised ease without damaging the pages. "Considering what's happened so far, it's probably just trying to scare us," said Ray, looking though the occult book for info on ghosts, "Got to be a boring existance if you think about it, no physical body, no taste or smell, no feelings..." "Feelings?" said Jack, a bit confused since it seemed like the ghost was capable of anger. "Glands," said Ray, "No body, no glands, simple train of logic." He fingered over the text, "Let's see if we can find some way to make our guest more visible shall we?" *** A short time later a space in the shop had been cleared, a circle of chalk had been drawn, and Ray had pulled out some of the eqyption jackel statues for good measure, placing them at the compass points, every so often the ghost would make it's presense known, but it seemed to have calmed down, as if it realized that these guys had del with a lot worse, and were not going to scare. It was more it was now watching, much like a cat with a mild interest. Jack sat in the center cross legged with a unlit candle, waiting for the next instruction. "I'm not going to like, channel this thing or anything, right?" said Jack, "I've seen how that ends in movies and it's never pretty." "Just light the candle," said Ray, looking through the book, "Let see, walk the circle three time.... say the sacred chant, blah blah blah..." he said as he walked the circle, "These people are way to dramatic. Here we go, and a handful of savor of the earth. and it shall be done." Ra pulled a bandaged bundle out from his clothes, and wrapped it to reveal something white and slightly crystaline, and tossed into the air. Jack coughed then smacked his lips as flavor ccaught him. "Is that salt?" he said, "Please tell me you got that from the kitchen." he said, knowing all about the mummy mebalming process. There was no real change physically, but to those sensitive to it, there was a distinct shift in energy, a suction if it were, sharp and quick. "That should do it," said Ra, closing the book. "You can come out now," he said to Jack, who retreated out of the circle. "Ok..." said Jack, having notice nothing changeing, "What did that do exactly?" "When ever your ready to talk," said Ra to the air in general, a slight smug tone in his voice. For a moment there was nothing, before a silvery mist seemed to apperate, moving around within the circle as if trying to escape, but stopped as if the was a solid wall where the chalk outline. It coilated until a human form seemed to manifest becoming more solid until the ghostly figure of a man hovered in the circle. His expression was that of annoyance, but not exactly the image of wraithful vengence that Jack would have expected from the dead. Or was it undead. Caine was undead, so was a ghost undead as well, or were they 'dead' dead? "Fine, fine," came the voice of the ghost, "You got me," he said, a cross between insincere apology and sarcasm. |
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| The Royall J | Feb 26 2009, 04:33 PM Post #5 |
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Caine looked at it rather unimpressed. "So what's your problem? We haven't done anything to you and I'm certain that Ra knows everything about this property so you aren't a previous owner or anything" "I'm quite curious as well, this building is only one hundred years old and until I had purchased it it was in the family the whole time. You don't appear to be of Native American decent so it's fair to assume this isn't some ancient burial ground. Which wouldn't mean much anyway, I mean after all as far as I know I'm the only mummy to come to life and we actually cursed our tombs. Didn't just bury ourselves in the ground expecting people to leave us alone no sir, we made sure they left us alone and that we had plenty to admire until we went back to sleep" "That's very interesting but beside the point" Caine said. "What do you want?" |
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| daioni | Feb 26 2009, 10:42 PM Post #6 |
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Will shrugged, "Eh, just passing through." he said nonchalantly, "Thought I'd have a laugh or two, not everyday you come across a group like this." he hovered by the circle, tapping the invisible wall experimentally, "Nothing serious of course," he said, "Just a few push and pulls to see how you'd react, nothing truly malevolent." "You dropped a bookcase on him." said Jack, pointing a finger at Ra, "That's not malevolent to you? In comparison to what I could have done? No. replied Will. All he had done so far was merely poke and prod, mischief in comparison to a full scale attack of phantasmagoric proportions. He was pretty sure he was not going anywhere for a while, whatever the thing Ra had done was pretty much making a ghost proof cage. |
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| daioni | Apr 5 2009, 04:25 PM Post #7 |
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"Never the less, it is obvious we have you captive," said Ra, "Now the only question is, where do we go from here? I suppose we could send you to the afterlife, but seeing as your still in this life to begin with there probably some reason for it, and far be it from me to deprive whatever powers that be from pulling the strings. And it's obvious you have more then enough time on your hands to figure that out, so I purpose a partnership, having a ghost on the team would be useful. What do you think, it would give you something to do at the least." "Your not serious?" asked Jack, then saw that look in Ra's eye, "Your serious." He wasn't sure about having a ghost around, at least Ra and Cain were humanish, a ghost... that was starting to get weird even for them. Will thought about it, "No promises," he said finally, figuring he would give it a chance. If it didn't work out, he could always move on. "So how about you open the box already?" |
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| The Royall J | Apr 8 2009, 03:45 PM Post #8 |
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Ra nodded to Caine and Caine smudged the chalk circle on the floor releasing the pent up energy that contained Will. "Just remember you're on probation, if you step out of line Padre will want a word or two" Caine said turning to begin cleaning up the shop. |
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| daioni | May 2 2009, 08:56 PM Post #9 |
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"And no more freaky window stuff." added Jack, hoping he wouldn't wake up in the night with bleeding walls. "Can you at least clean up the mess you made?" he said, figuring that the ghost could at least do that much. "Well, let's see, sure i'll just bend down and pick up the books..." said Will a hard note of sarcasm in his voice, "Oh, wait, that's right!" he said, running his hand through the bookshelf where his misty white form simply scattered and reformed as it passed through harmlessly, "No physical presese, imagine that?" |
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