Welcome to Gaia! ::

I don't have to be new or familiar with this side of life to understand what you're doing is wrong. I figure one can get bored of being a spirit but do something else that doesn't involve hurting the living. You had your time, let them have theirs. How advance magic has come to be, you could easily be revived as well.

*looks around then back at her* Well, I can't do much in this state. I say go ahead and give it a shot. At least it will give me a better understanding.

(( *looks at the time* IT'S WHAT?? FFFFFFFF. Being tired and JUST noticing the time, I'm off. Night, everyone! ))

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: The darkness of the night is shattered as a full moon shines so brightly that one could easily traverse without a flash night. This was exactly what you were doing, however, you knew that the rays of the sun would soon be blooming across the sky like a flower in only a hours time. For some reason, you could not sleep this night. Something kept your mind awake and your heart racing. Almost like an itch needing to be scratched, you had felt the urge to leave your domain and take a walk. You had thought it would settle your mind and make sleep come. And so it was, you were now walking on the trail in the small wooded area nearby. Despite the early hours, you saw a few determine runners pass by with a wary nod of greeting.

Small clouds of fog twisted around your legs as you walked further into the trail. You noticed that the trees began to become more withered and ancient the further you went. A new scent tickled your noise and you paused. It was a faint trace of smoke. Now that you were stopped, you noticed a new noise as well. It sounded like a...hammer? Metal against metal. That was the noise that you were hearing. Curious, you moved off the trail and a little ways into the woods. The sound grew louder as you walked, which encouraged you to go further. Finally, you reached a large clearing. Your mouth dropped open in surprise as you stared up at what took up most of the clearing.

A factory. The moon's glow was enough to show the grey smoke pillowing out from the black tower and the noise was clearly coming from within this ancient building. You racked your brain for any knowledge of a factory being close to your home, but nothing came to mind. Judging from the outside of the building, it had been here for a very long time. Brick stone made it up and metal doors graced the entrance. Chains lay discarded on the dirt ground.

Slightly hesitant, you move towards the factory. The metal doors groan and creak as you push them open. Dirt, glass, and coal litter the dark entrance room. Using the light from the moon to guide your way, you make your way to another door, which led to a hallway. The noise of metal on metal grew louder and a scraping noise accompanied it. Ahead of you, in the small space between the door and the ground, you could see a red glow emitting from the room beyond. Trying to be silent, you finally reach the door. Turning the smut covered handle, you push it open slightly. The smell of smoke is thicker here, but you barely notice that as surprise washes over you.

This is the main room of the factory. Yellow sparks fly in the air as factory workers pound down on glowing red metal on top of blacked anvils. Bright red furnaces are opened and closed casting the room in a fiery yellow glow as more workers shovel coal into them to keep them going. The room is alive with movement as people continue to work away.

This is the heart of the factory.

It is now that the pounding takes up a new rhythm. Men grin as their smut stain shirts drip with sweat as they now work to get the beats of their hammers in sync with one another. Their eyes are covered by black goggles that reflect the fiery embers before them as a new pulse begins in the factory. Woman carrying trays of metal laugh as they see what the men are doing. A few boys who had been running around delivery metal steal a few pipes and begin to use them as drum sticks against an unused metal anvil.

More laughter fills the air as a woman takes up song. Those who were on break move to an empty space in the middle of the room and begin to dance and clap. Smiles lit up their faces and you suddenly realize that this is something they do often to make the passing of work a little easier.

This is the beat of the factory.

Without meaning to, you had move closer to the dancing and laughing group to get a better look. A young man dancing in the middle sees you and grins. He slips his hand into your own and pulls you into the dance floor. His brown hair is tussled and messy from work. He laughs as he twirls you and you find yourself laughing as well. Another smut covered young man steals you away from the first. The beat of the factory workers never seems to falter as you find yourself caught up in the excitement and thrill of it.

The glows from the furnaces seem to grow brighter as the Flames grow higher and stronger from the fast pace of the workers keeping them alive. You are completely caught up in dancing that you don't even notice the smell of smoke increasing. You don't even notice the amused face of a Phantom watching from the rafters as Flames escape onto the walls of the factory.

This was the death of the factory.

The others still dance, but their forms begin to flicker like candles. You stop dancing and start to look around you. Smoke is thick in the air and you cough. Your eyes water, but you can see the tall Flames around you. None of the dancers around you stop. You move out of the crowd towards the doors, but a fallen burning beam blocks the entrance. You cover your mouth with your shirt and continue to search for an exit. None of the workers have stopped, not even the ones that continue to fuel the flames. Once upon a time they would have all panicked and tried to escape from the burning building, but that was over a century ago. Now they ignore it as it happens nightly. Why should the dead fear Flames?

The heat is intense now as the Flames grow closer towards you. The Phantom above you continues to smile. You are lucky though. The thickness of the smoke is burning your lungs. You long collapse from lack of air even before the Flames touch your skin. You are long since dead before the Flames begin to dance across your entire body.

---- Phantom Anon

O hai Simply. Long story short, Phantom is in a kill-y mood.

How are you? c:

super pretty 3nodding "floats in."

(((I've done something similar before. I laughed whilst drinking and had to both avoid accidentally choking and spitting the water everywhere.)))