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Auriga La Shock
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 Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 12:43 am
Quote: From: An anonymous benefactor Message: I'd like to share another story with you. I can see you like them. They whispered it on the playground that you were fond of my stories, that you cherished each one. You'd run back to your little friends and share the story, stumbling over the strange names and words you did not know. By the time you were finished repeating, the story had taken a life of its own and it was something different. But it made me proud, proud that you liked my stories, liked what I told you&�& it was our secret. You use to laugh at my voice, tell me that I used "adult words" and it was "funny". You kept claiming you were a big girl and you understood, but the glass over in your eyes as I spun my tales told me otherwise. It was so sweet of you to attempt to try&�& and one day when you were older I know you understand. I waited for you every day, you know. I waited to hear that school bell ring and your little head and it's bobbing curls come bouncing towards my favorite spot. I love how your fingers entwine in the fence as you listen to me talk, how your blue eyes widen as the story climaxes and falls. I like your giggle, the way the story impresses you, you reaction to the funny parts, the sad parts, the lies. I love the way you want to stay even though you have to go&�& I love that you look back at me when you leave. It's such a guilty pleasure, I'm so sorry I have to cut it off so soon. You see, my sweet angel, as much as I enjoy spending time with you, others think our time is bad. They've labeled me as a bad guy&�& one they have to take away from you. But I'm not really that bad, am I? I haven't done anything you didn't want&�& 'm just a story teller. So fly with me, my angel, I'll give you the wings you need to run&�& come with me, come back with me and I'll weave all the stories you want. That's right my angel, there's no need for this world any longer, come fly with me. I'll tell you another story&�& and then we'll make it ours. -- A. Castle Postscript: Even though this one was not written for you, I think you'd like to see this one. Your words... they touch deep in the the cavity of my broken chest and make me smile just a tad. There needs to be more of you in this shattered world, my dear, many more. If I could shape praise as well as you, I'd fear I'd be writing happy stories. Perhaps it is that slight bittersweet or even outright dark edge that makes my "wine" so unique? Dearsay, I ramble and take up too much of your time. You were right in thinking I would enjoy that story. The innocence of it was incredibly well played. Heh, *she blushes slightly and runs a hand through her hair* And now it is you who flatter me t0o much! Your darker touch in the stories are definitely what makes it unique, dear Castle. Do not fear of rambling for I enjoy listening to you ^^
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 1:11 am
Quote: From: An anonymous benefactor Message: How can you say I am mad? You sit there in your pristine white lab coats with your little clipboards and you tap your pen on the top of the godforsaken piece of cardboard and nod your stupid little head as if you understand. And THEN you have the nerve to sit there and call me mad. I'm sorry, Schizophrenic, there is such a god damn difference. I hear voices, see things that aren't suppose to be there... isn't that the classical form of INSANE?! But how can you? How can you sit there and practically not pay attention to how I SAY the voices come out of my head, how I TELL YOU what I mean when I see things. I know I'm not mad, because I KNOW THEY ARE NOT REAL. But you refuse to hear me, you refuse to hear anything that will not stuff another paycheck into that perfectly pressed pair of trousers you are wearing and rather lock me up with all the true psychos just because you can. You know what, it is YOU that is wrong with this world, YOU that is mad, not me, not the voices I hear, YOU. You who refuse to see the truth and only accept the lies, you who think that this world is filled with people who have this RARE disorder, YOU. But what... wait... Wait... Wait... Are you trying to tell me there is no doctor there? You have to be kidding me, he was there about three seconds ago.... Are you BLIND nurse, he was there THREE ******** SECONDS AGO.... And telling me I was crazy. I'm not crazy! My god, can any of you even ******** SEE? That doctor is the one that's wrong, I don't give a s**t what games you are playing. It's all you trying to pass me off as insane when I know I'm not. Don't fall for his games, nurse, ok? Good. It's agreed, I'm not mad. -- A. Castle I will say I will run out of stories by the time I finish my need to correspond with you. So my dear to you this is my last message. I shall hope to see you in the next event? I shall have tales of plenty for you then. Lightly veiled corruption. I do love it. The dark recesses of people minds... quite frankly all the more fun to write. If it is that bitter and dark edge you enjoy... it is the bitter and dark edge you shall receive. A blush... Ahhh what memories. Never lose your charm, my dear. Till next time. I always come out to play during the events for I am an addict when it comes to giving anonymous gifts. I look forward to when we meet again ^^ heart
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Auriga La Shock
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 7:31 am
Quote: From: An anonymous benefactor Message: One day, you arrive home to find your house is a little different than normal. It takes you a few minutes to realize why.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 2:49 am
Quote: From: An anonymous benefactor Message: A riddle, girl I have for you so listen hard and close A person that perhaps you know, or perhaps a ghost A present lay inside this box, an item of some worth Guess who I am RandomKate (yes I do live on Earth) A parting wave and then I dash into the nightosphere "Perhaps someone I know..?" Just that alone brought the many names of people she encountered in her life. The mage wasn't really good with riddles. Kate had enough of them while trying to decipher text in books. Panic grew in her voice. She wasn't getting anywhere close to the right answer. "I don't know! There's too many people! I'm sorry!" she apologized, feeling embarrassed with the lack of an answer. (( Just wait until she finds out there's a nice book inside. Thank you very much whoever you are! Also, nope. I didn't even get it either. ))
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 11:43 am
Quote: It was pretty much an average day. The air was warm, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and even the birds were singing a cheery tune. A normal day filled with you doing a few chores and errands. You had found yourself with some free time, which was why you had decided to take a bit of a stroll through the small park. A mundane day indeed. At least it was, until you had turned around at the sudden sound of pounding footsteps on the pavement behind you.
Your eyes widened as you took a step back on instinct, but it was far too late for that. The man, surprised brown eyes and hair from the quick glimpse that you had, slammed into you as effectively as a football player tackling a quarterback. It felt like you had been struck by a freight train. The air escaped from your lungs and your entire body was thrown back. One moment you had been standing, the next you were sprawled on the ground, groaning. A second groaned answered your own, the man who had hit you was on the rough pavement besides you. He mumbled a string of curses and wobbled to his feet.
Still moaning, you sat up and stared blankly at your body on the ground in front of you. You blinked for a few seconds as you recognized your clothes and your face.
Huh?
You wondered if you had hit the ground harder than you thought. Standing up, you stared down at the body. Yup. It was still yours. Again you blinked, and your brain finally caught up to what you were seeing.
"Wh-What the heck!" Panic flooded your systems as you stumbled away from your body. Were you dead? That was your body on the ground. Your breath increased until you were practically hyperventilating. Did ghosts even have to breath? Why weren't you floating? You brain scrambled with a chaotic mess of thoughts.
The man who had tackled you muttered another string of curses as he looked at you and then to your body on the ground. "Oh great. This just had to happen."
You gaped at him, "You can see me? Am I dead?" Staring at him, you became aware of something you had not noticed before. The man had a light blue glow to him. His form faded every few seconds before coming back into focus.
He scratched at his scruffy chin, "Not exactly, kid."
The sound of hooves thundering across pavement made the both of you look down the path. Despite the clear day, a wall of thick fog that was the size of a tree towered on the path. You could hear the shout of a man urging his horse onward. A silver chariot shot through the wall of fog, nearly slamming into you and the man. Your heart skipped a few beats as you stared into the black eyes of a black horse that had stopped inches from your face. Beside it, another black horse neighed a laugh at you.
"Halt right there!" A soldier in light blue armor that glowed a ghostly hue, jumped off of the chariot to the ground, and leveled his spear at your chest. His partner did the same to the man with the scruffy face who had crashed into you. You decided just to call him Scruffy Face.
Despite the soldier's words, you took a step back and raised your hands up in the air in surrender.
"What's going on?" The words jumbled out of your mouth into some incomprehensible heap.
The soldier blinked as it took him a moment to decipher what you had said, "You are arrested on grounds of thievery!" He grabbed you roughly by the arm before dragging you towards the chariot.
"W-Wait! I didn't do anything!" You cried out as he bound your wrists in silver glowing shackles and forced you onto the chariot. What the heck was going on here??
Within moments, Scruffy Face was by your side with a grim expression on his face. You stared at him, willing him to tell the soldiers that you had no part in this, but his mind was on a different track.
"I had no choice!" he cried out, "They forced me do it!" Scruffy Face pointed at you.
You gaped at him, "He's lying! I didn't steal anything!"
The guards traded looks and one even rolled their eyes. Keeping one hand firmly on your shoulder, the guard clicked his tongue, sending the horses into a trot. Ahead of you, a wall of fog bloomed into existence. It twirled and twisted as if it had a mind of its own.
The horses were trotting straight towards it. Craning your head back, you stared at where your body was collapse on the ground. The last thing you saw before being consumed by the fog was the slight rise and fall of your body's chest as it breathed. You body was thankfully still alive.
The fog was thick, so much so that you could not even see the guard standing right beside you. It seeped into your skin and mouth. It filled your entire essence until you thought you might drown from it. Just as pure panic began to threaten your mind, the fog cleared away.
A cool breeze whispered across your skin and you had to squint as bright sunlight flooded your eyes. A flow of people surrounded the chariot as it made its way down the cobblestone street. Buildings made up of golden brown brick lined the street.
Where were you?
Eyes wide, you stared at the thick flow of people walking to and fro. They wore clothes from different ages and places. Some wore elegant gowns; others wore top hats and long coats. It was like a massive Halloween party. But all of them, even the children running about, had a blue glow to them.
You stared down at yourself to see if you were glowing too. Just like the others, you had a bluish tinge radiating off of you.
"Where are we? Where are you taking me?" You questioned the guard beside you.
He rolled his eyes, "Save your words for the Magistrate, criminal. That is if you are lucky enough for him to even let you speak. We do not tolerate thievery in this Spirit City." The last part he practically growled out.
This was not looking good. Clearly the soldier was not going to help you out, so you turned to Scruffy Face. Sure he had tried to sell you out, but maybe you could convince him to look deep down into his heart and tell the truth.
Scruffy Face caught you staring at him with a puppy eye type look and glared at you. As if he could read your mind, he said, "It ain't happening, kid. I'm going to do what's good for me. If you were smart, you would do the same."
So much for that plan. You stared ahead to where a large building loomed. Unlike the other buildings, it was made of white marble stones and was at least five stories high. The windows were barred by silver bars that glowed just like the shackles on your wrist did. The silver glowing gated entrance swung open by the help of two guards as you approached.
Your heart pounded as you fell into the shadow of the tall building. You felt your hope of getting help slip further away as the chariot passed through the gates and they closed with a resounding clank. Inside was a grassy courtyard, which was significantly quieter than the hustle bustle of the streets outside. Soldiers paced the outskirts, guarding the wooden doorways that led inside.
The horses came to a stop in the middle of the grassy area, immediately bending their heads to the luscious grass below. The soldier pulled you down from the chariot and pushed you forward towards a particular doorway. Scruffy Face was obviously not pleased with the treatment as he spat at the soldier when the man had pushed him forward.
"Walk." The soldier pushed you again when you did not obey immediately.
Grudgingly, you began walking to the doorway. Just as you were about to reach it, the door opened and two people walked out of it. One was a man well within his forties. His body was built as sturdy as the walls around you and he wore thick leather armor. His black hair was buzz cut and his eyes were a brilliant green. However, that was not the only thing that was green. His entire form seemed to glow with the emerald color. It tinted over his entire body and the air around him like a second skin.
If that did not surprise you, then the girl at his side did. She was young, just shy of fifteen. Her sundress was the color of the sky and her hair the color of untouched snow. The girl's eyes were a shade of blue, so light, that you had not even known it was possible. While the man besides her glowed green, she glowed with a soft white light. Enough to be noticed in a crowd, but not overly so that it was painful to the eyes.
The two soldiers behind you immediately straightened and lifted their chins.
"Lord Magistrate. Lady Phantom." One of the soldiers greeted with a salute, which was quickly mirrored by the second soldier.
The glowing green man, clearly the Magistrate, nodded his head in greeting. "I assume you were just coming to see me?" He turned to the girl at his side, "My apologies for this small interruption."
The Phantom laughed softly with amusement, "All is well, Magistrate. Do not let our small chat take priority over your duty." Her gaze slipped away from him and onto you. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, as she looked you over from head to toe.
"We caught the thieves, Lord Magistrate." The soldier behind you stated.
The Magistrate frowned, "Two of them? The reports only stated that there was only one thief."
"We found them together on the fringes of the Living Realm." You didn't have to look at the soldier behind you to know that he was glaring at you. He really did not like you for some reason.
The Phantom laughed behind her hand after hearing the guard's words, drawing the group's attention.
"What is it, Lady Phantom?" the Magistrate inquired with a puzzled expression.
She pointed at you, "That is no thief. I am surprised you did not recognize it yourself, Magistrate. That person is a spirit walker."
All eyes fell on you and you stared blankly back. Spirit walker? You had never heard of such a thing.
The Phantom saw your bewilderment and her gaze grew cold as she turned to Scruffy Face. "This child has no experience with spirit walking. I do believe you have something to say."
Scruffy Face shifted uncomfortably, "Yeah...The kid here was sorta in the way. I was switchin' between realms when I accidentally crashed into them. I've never seen the soul ditch the body so fast." He added with a slight chuckle as he tried to make light of what had happened.
The Phantom's cold expression did not alter; Scruffy Face stopped chuckling. The two soldiers paled as they realized that they were in trouble as well. One removed your shackles and quickly moved away.
"Our apologies, Lord Magistrate. Lady Phantom. We did not realize." Both soldiers bowed low, faces still pale.
The Magistrate sighed as he rubbed at his temple, "Such a mess,"
"Quiet so..." the girl mumbled as she stared at you in thought.
"I'm sorry to ask you of this, but could you take the Spirit Walker back? You can move between the realms much easier than we can. I do not want another incident occurring with this situation and my men are low on energy," the Magistrate asked hopefully.
The Phantom was silent for a few seconds as she took in the situation and her options. More seconds passed making you wonder if she was going to refuse.
Finally she spoke, "I shall, but only because you are a friend. Do not worry on reimbursing me for the energy used. I am in a kind mood this day."
The Magistrate smiled and bowed at the waist, "My thanks, Lady Phantom. Tomorrow let us meet once more to continue our chat."
She smiled, "On the morrow then."
The girl motioned for you to follow her as she walked into the heart of the courtyard. Her form began to fade until you were able to see the building through her form. You watched with wide eyes as the color drained from her dress until it was as white as her hair. A silver mask flickered into being over her eyes; it made her seem so much older than before. You watched as a pillar of fog began to form in the air in front of you. The fog contorted angrily as it was forced into the shape of a doorway by the Phantom's will.
"Shall we?" the Phantom held out her hand.
You stared at it wondering how you could hold something that was incorporeal. A second later, you chided yourself for hesitating. After all that had happened to you, you were not sure what was possible and impossible in the world. You took her hand and followed her into the fog doorway.
The park was just as you had left it. Neatly trimmed grass, sunny bright sky, and a collapsed body on the ground. Staring around, you were surprised that no one had called an ambulance or even noticed your fallen body. For some reason, this got you really mad. What if you really had died? Your murderer would have ditched the country before someone even discovered your corpse! You tried to kick a rock, but your foot passed through it. Great.
"I apologize for this mess," the Phantom said, making you look up.
A spirit criminal guy had crashed into you, sending your soul flying from your body. Yeah, you would definitely call this a mess. This whole situation...Was just too much. Spirits and other realms? You rubbed your head from a growing headache. How was it possible to feel pain without a solid body anyways? Maybe you were actually just imagining the pain based off of memories of it? It that was the case then it really was all in your head. You groaned as your headache increased because of the new train of thought.
The Phantom moved towards your collapsed body, forcing you out of your thoughts.
"To return to normal, all you must do is touch your body."
Following her to your body's side, you stared down at it in thought. You had so many questions. If you returned now, would you be able to see her again? You wanted to return to normal, but still...You looked at her and she tilted her head to the side as she saw your hesitation.
With a small smile and mischievous wink, she placed her hand on your shoulder and pushed you. Your eyes widen as you wobbled, paddling your arms through the air as you tried to regain your balance. It was useless though. You could feel the pull of your body as it summoned you. It was like a magnet. Your vision turned black and then you knew nothing.
When you opened your eyes, you were staring up at the sky. What had happened? Stifling a groan, you sat up, rubbing your bleary eyes. Your body felt heavy and sluggish. Had you fallen asleep? Looking around, you noticed you were on the middle of the path in the park, an odd place to fall asleep.
Stiffly, you stood up and brushed off your clothes. Yawning into your hand, you began to walk to the entrance of the park. Although you had just woken up from your sleep, you felt extremely tired. Images flashed through your mind: A city with chariots. A scruffy face man. A soldier that glowed green and a smiling white haired girl. You ran a hand through your hair, what a weird dream...
--- Phantom Anon Thank you as always for the beautiful story and blue lantern! You have truly outdone yourself. <3
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 8:47 am
There may or may not be a new creeper.
ninja
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 7:07 pm
[NPC] Rina Hey there! I've got a special gift for you! From: An anonymous benefactor Message: Someone is planning to have some fun with you. It sounds like it will be quite a fun game. ~Ms. Phenomena ! ... eek
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 7:15 pm
Quote: From: An anonymous benefactor Message: I found what I was looking for last night; The poor girl didn't even put up a fight. Though I wasn't expecting to feel so ill; I've been having hallucinations and a chill, Though soon I hope to recover For now I have new things to discover. And there are new adventures to begin Now that I have an extra skin. ~Ms. Phenomena This was...not expected Dx Hallucinations and chills? Phenomena are you alright?
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Auriga La Shock
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 7:21 pm
[NPC] Rina From: An anonymous benefactor Message: *giggles dizzily* I really should keep the secrets I've been given. ~Ms. Phenomena Slenderman is coming for me...... eek
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 6:25 pm
Thank you so much to whomever gifted me Guertera's Witch! <333
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:36 pm
MageQueenHoshi There may or may not be a new creeper. ninja 「 THE MORE CREEPERS THE BETTER!
(So say I)
And I'm kinda jealous people have been getting anon letters.
( but in the best possible way, since I can still read them! >w」
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 10:22 pm
 「 From: An anonymous benefactor Message:
The marble floor was well polished to a point that it gleaned from the rays of light that slipped down from the arched windows of the hallway. Placed against the walls, medieval swords, scabbards, and other relics rested in glass cases. Tapestries of rich colors hung on the walls, adding to the atmosphere of the entire museum. This was the Hall of Weaponry. You paused now and again as you strolled down the quiet hallway, marveling at the beauty and brutality of the weapons.
You held absolutely no regret in deciding to come to this museum. Originally, you had just been passing by the place, but the lure of the stone bricked museum was too much. It even had a small bell tower. This alone would have sold you into going inside.
After paying a small fee and bypassing the offer of a tour that would be held later, you had made your way into the depths of the museum. You had spied only a few other tourists walking about and were a little grateful for it. It meant that you could take your time without being pushed on by the flow of people. It also made traversing the museum easier and quicker. Already you had passed by many rooms that had been made to replicate how historians thought rooms in the medieval period would have looked like during its lively brilliance centuries ago.
Turning down another hallway, you followed a sign that read: Hall of Armor.
The only lighting in this room came from fake white candles in iron placeholders on the walls. Their yellow glow was dim, but allowed just enough light for you to clearly see the suite of armors lining the sides of the hallway. They stood tall and proud, as if young men still inhabited them. They were so well polished that they glimmered in the light. Walking near a particularly reflective one, you found that you could even see yourself in it.
You continued onward, admiring each and every single suite. All were unique and held their own personality, a personality that must have mirrored the owner's. The thought had been a stray one, but it made sense to you. The men that had worn these suites must have cared for them dearly and depended on them with their lives.
You stopped yourself from the temptation of touching the metal scar on the helm of a particular suite of armor. It ran from the top of the silver visor down to the cheek of the helm. Every scar and blemish of these armors was a memory of an event for these men; like a metal journal of their lives. You continued to gaze at the scar on the suite of armor, wondering how the armor had received it. It must have been through many battles. It stared solemnly back at you in silence, an eternal and unmoving knight.
Eventually, you tore yourself away from it and continued your tour. Eventually you came to an intersection further down the hall. Ahead of you was the Hall of Art, with sculptures and paintings lining the walls. To your left was an oaken double door entrance with a small gold plaque off to the side. The doors led to a ballroom. You moved towards them and tugged on the gold curved handle. Locked. Frowning in light disappointment, you turned to stare down the hall that you had yet to identify. Unlike the Hall of Art, this one was dark and empty. Velvet rope draped across the entrance with a paper sign taped to it, which read: Under Construction. Down the darkened hall, you spied a set of stairs at the end that led upward. Did they lead up to the bell tower?
Your heart quickened as you stared at the Under Construction sign and then down the hallways flanking you. No one was present. Taking the opportunity, you slipped under the sign and into the dark hall. You walked at a fast pace, aware that at any moment someone could pass by and see you from the hall. The wood stairs were barely lit by a small nearby window. Only a few rays of light were left as the sun nearly completed its fall from the sky.
The stairs moaned and squeaked as you began to ascend. Placing a hand on the smooth wall at your side, you carefully continued your tread upwards, moving quick as to not be noticed by any employees that happened to be patrolling by. It was probably your fast pace that caused what happened next; Or maybe just the age of the wooden, rotting staircase. The area had been under construction after all. All you knew is that you had stepped on the edge of a particularly warped step and then there was a shattering noise as wood gave way. After that, there was only darkness.
Darkness was the only thing that greeted you after opening your eyes. The ground was cool against your skin as you rested on it, staring up into the black void above you. A small sliver of moonlight arced from the nearby window giving you some small form of light. You groaned as you sat up. Your body felt battered and bruised.
A step must have given way and you must have fallen. The back of your head throbbed with pain as you shakily managed to get to your feet. After checking yourself over, you were relieved to find that you had no serious injuries. Though that did not stop your body from complaining.
You pulled out your cell phone (thankfully it had not broken in the fall) to check the time: It was just shy of midnight. No one must have noticed you sprawled at the bottom of the staircase. The museum was closed by now and you wondered for a moment how you were going to get out.
The chirping of your phone drew your attention. Gazing back down at it, a red bar flashed repeatedly. A moment later, the screen went black.
"You've got to be kidding me." You glared down at your phone for dying on you.
Sudden renewed silence filled the air around you...But you realized it was not a complete silence. You frowned, barely able to make out a muffled noise coming from down the hall. You turned and saw a small thread of light underneath the oak double doors that led to the ballroom.
Maybe there was an event tonight at the museum. Relieved, you hurried towards the doors. As you grew closer, the muffled noise began to clear. You could hear the low rumble of people talking and laughing. There were also sounds of a lute playing in the background.
Grasping the handle, you turned and opened the heavy door. Light assailed your eyes, blinding you momentarily. When the spots finally cleared, you immediately wondered if you were still knocked out and dreaming.
Suites of empty armor crowded the entire room. Clumped in small circles, they chatted and joked with one another, gesturing about as they talked. Some walked around and a few were even sparring with a few swords in the nearby corner.
How was this possible?
There was absolutely no one inside the armor suites. You could see the empty spaces between the armor pieces where body parts would have normally been. Some even rested their helmets under their arms, leaving a void space as to where their head should have been.
This was...impossible...
Yet there they stood. Laughing and chatting as if there were still people inside them.
A firm, metal hand came down onto your shoulder and clenched it, making you jump in surprise. You turned and looked up, mainly because you had to for the man behind you was a giant. Nearly six and a half feet tall, the suite of armor towered over you. The armor was dented and scarred. Startled you realized you knew this suite of armor. Along the helm, crossing over the visor and to the cheek was a scar in the metal. A hand lifted the visor and two blue eyes stared down at you with brows knitted together in puzzlement.
This was the second thought that struck you: there was actually a man in the suite of armor. The color from his body was muted away by a rich shade of light blue that matched the sky in a sunny day. The ghostly hue seemed to glow and emit its own light underneath all of his armor.
"I...uh..." You scrambled to say something, but nothing came out, leaving you just gawking at the knight.
His brow lifted in silent question, but he said nothing. Having appeared to come to a decision, he let go of your shoulder and began to walk into the ballroom. He stopped when it became apparent that you were not following,
"Come with me." His voice was rough, but oddly quiet for a man of his size. It was not an order or threat, or said in any rude manner, but you felt compelled to follow him nonetheless.
The empty suits of armor cleared a path for him, making it easy to head towards the depths of the room. You could feel helms turn in your direction as invisible eyes scrutinized you. Conversations stilled as you passed, making you grow even more unnerved. Following the glowing blue man, you spied others in the crowd like him. Their ghostly hue was hard to miss, especially since their clothes seemed consumed by the shade. They did not wear armor like the knight, but clothes of different ages. You spotted a few men in top hats, a boy with trousers held up by suspenders, and even a few women dressed up as flappers from the 1920's. All glowed a light blue in the brilliance of the wax candle filled chandelier's above.
Were they...ghosts? They had to be, you thought and you recalled countless ghost stories you had heard.
You were so distracted that you nearly ran into the armored man guiding you as he came to a sudden stop. Coming to his side, you saw a group of armored suites and glowing blue people talking as they relaxed in front of you near empty tables. This, however, was not what drew your immediate gaze. What had was a girl whose skin seemed to emit a soft white glow. It matched with her long white hair, which was loosely pulled over one shoulder. She wore a white ball gown dress and a silver half mask that glinted in the candlelight hid the top of her face. The girl, just shy of fifteen, rested on top of a brown oak table, her feet crossed as they hung over the edge.
The girl had lifted a hand to hide a soft laugh at something one of the armor suits had said. The chatter ceased when the blue knight in front of you drew their attention. The girl in white immediately noticed you, her startled face shifting through countless sudden emotions before settling on one: amusement.
"And what is this? It is not like you to bring a guest to these events, Sir Richard. Especially not one so lively." the girl intentionally teased to break the sudden awkwardness that had flooded the room.
The knight by your side entirely ignored her comment; "You have more experience in these matters than I, Lady Phantom." Again his words were quiet, but to the point as he motioned to you with a hand.
The Phantom sighed as she gazed at you, suddenly seeming much more older in age. "And because you knew me to be in a kind mood tonight. Is that not right, Sir Knight?" Her response held a hidden meaning that was unbeknownst to you.
The knight simply nodded in an answer, making her sigh once more. He was a man of very few words you gathered. Graceful as can be, the girl slipped off the table, her form floating down uninhibited by gravity.
"Let us get you some help, shall we?" the girl said with a small smile as she approached. The knight offered her his arm to which she accepted with a small curtsy. "And for you, Sir Richard, I will show you the proper handling for these type of situations. I do not visit here regularly, after all, so it is best you should be equipped to handle these things yourself."
Completely perplexed, all you could do was follow as the two began to walk to one of the doorways leading out of the ballroom. The darkness of the Hallway of History descended on you like a soft cloak. Despite there not being any lights, the glow from your two odd companions was enough to guide the group.
"You have questions." The girl stated as she slowed the pace of herself and the knight until she was walking by your side.
"What was that? Are you ghosts?" You blurted the questions out and immediately felt embarrassed for the gracelessness of them.
"They are," the Phantom answered, "They visit this place from a nearby graveyard. The empty suits of armor are not ghosts and nor am I, however. I am a phantom and they are...Well, they are just shades of memories long passed..." She trailed off into silent thought, her solemn gaze sweeping over to the glowing blue knight at her side.
"Sometimes people go through a lot in their life with certain objects that they cherish. Their suffering and happiness...Their memories and feelings all get poured into the object. Even a little of their soul," the girl continued as you walked, "When the person passes on, those memories and feelings stay with the object. That is why you saw so many empty suits of armor moving as if they held real souls. They are remnants of the lives from the men that had worn them."
The Phantom turned her head away from the knight, "And sometimes the connection between the object and soul are so powerful that the soul becomes bound to the item for eternity. Yet, those are very rare cases."
The soft sound of metal clanking as the knight walked followed the silence that ensued once the Phantom finished with her words. The only contribution he had added in the conversation was a small nod here and again. Your mind drifted as her words haunted it. You opened your mouth to speak once more, but the bright light of a flashlight on your face stilled your voice with surprise.
"Who goes there!?"
You squinted as you barely managed to make out the uniform of a private security guard in front of you. His flashlight was raised like a weapon, while his arm hovered above his holster. He lowered his flashlight, paling as he stared with recognition at the Phantom and then at the looming knight.
"I, uh...My apologies." Although the air was quite chilly, the guard's skin was suddenly clammy.
The girl watched with mild amusement, "All is well, Officer. We found a stray in your museum that requires your help. I do believe they need some medical attention as well," she wisely added, looking you from head to toe once more.
You had entirely forgotten about your earlier fall. Containing a groan, your headache pounded against your skull with a renewed vengeance. The guard stared at you clearly surprised and you hesitantly waved in hello. The response seemed inadequate judging by his reaction and you found yourself sheepishly explaining what had happened to you.
"I think we can leave the rest of this matter to you, Officer. Sir Richards and I have a ball to return to." Her hand still resting on the knight's arm, the Phantom curtsied slightly. The knight simply nodded his head in his own farewell.
You stared at them as their ghostly hues eventually faded out of sight in the dark hallway. The guard came to your side and shook his head, "Of all the night jobs I had to choose, I had to pick the one that was haunted." He sighed running a hand through his hair as he looked at you, "I shouldn't have to say this, but keep what you saw here tonight to yourself. Trust me on this." He shuddered at a memory as he stared off at where the two had vanished.
Turning the other way, the guard lifted his flashlight and began to walk.
"Let's head back to my office and get you checked out."
Wondering over his words and all that had happened, you silently followed him. Ghosts and suits of armor. It felt and sounded like a dream; One that you would wake up from. But in the end, you knew this to be the reality.
--- Phantom Anon
emotion_kirakira
*hugs the story for being well written and fully contained*
emotion_kirakira
(best way to explain my reaction) 」
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 10:30 pm
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2013 10:46 pm
「 Phantom Anon From: An anonymous benefactor Message: "What do you mean when you said 'fully contained?"
--- Phantom Anon "Fully contained" means that the story doesn't feel unfinished, like there is a second chapter or something missing.
A fully contained story can be part of a larger story, but it can also stand completely on its own, separate from the other stories.
They're really awesome and I love them to bits. 」 「 」
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 1:08 am
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