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 Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 10:32 pm
Dante smiled. "Sorry about that." He said with a chuckle, he flew through the stairway railing and landed beside Cynthia. "I'm just really happy right now!" Dante said as his smile widen Into a green.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 7:19 am
Cynthia grumbled under her breath and sat up, still rubbing the back of her head. "Well? What do you remember? You might as well tell me now after making me fall on the floor..." she said with a sigh. Of course, her sigh was only because she fell again. Inside she really wanted to know what Dante remembered.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 7:49 am
"Well, I use to be a paranormal Investigator, I loved that job and everyone on the team since I got long with them easily. After hearing a rumor that Mr. and Mrs. Midnight were actually ghost Instead of live humans, we went to the party and.... and...." Dante paused for a moment before frowning. "I can't remember much after that, It's still a big blurr. But I do know I was 28 at the time."
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 10:27 am
Cynthia tilted her head slightly at him before reaching up. She tried resting a hand on his shoulder and was careful to not go through him. "Look, you'll remember eventually, alright?..." Then she thought for moment and perked up. "H-hang on... If Mr. and Mrs. Midnight were ghosts before that night... That puts a whole new twist on this mystery... Of course... We need to find out what this goes to..." She pulled out the black key they found under a floorboard in the ballroom, marked with a large "M".
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 10:50 am
Dante looked at the black key with the large "M" on It. "Hey, you could try to use that on Mr. and Mrs. Midnight's room?" He asked. "Not even we ghost can get Into It, I tried to one time but I was forced out of the room by a bright light and when It disappeared I was back In the dinning room. Then again, I'm always In the dinning room, It's like I'm drawn to that place."
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 10:59 am
Cynthia looked down at the key again. "If you're drawn to the dining room, that might be where you died... I've read that when a ghost is tied to a location, it's because something significant happened to them there..." With a huff, she got to her feet again, using the railing for a support to keep the weight off her injured ankle. "In any case, we were heading to my room. I have a laptop there and we could do some research on the Mansion, hopefully finding out anything about this key..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 11:18 am
Dante thought for a moment, he seemed a bit sad. "I guess so..." He mumbled before smiling. "Well, good luck with your research~" He said before disappearing, he once again went to the dinning room. But this time, he began to look around for anything that belonged to him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 1:07 pm
Cynthia watched him go before sighing. She looked over to Dominick as she put the key away. "Come on. The sooner we get back to my room for research, the sooner we can solve this mystery."
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 1:45 pm
Dante kept searching the dinning room, he couldn't find anything so he went to the kitchen and looked around. He fased through the doors to the freezer and was a bit surprised to find that It was so big, It was like a the size of a normal living room. He glanced around and spotted a bunch of long bags covered In fated blood, he wanted to run because he had a bad felling but at the same time he felt drawn to the bags. He took a few steps towards them.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 3:47 pm
The bags in the freezer had a soft glow as Dante drew closer. One of them, however, glowed darker than the rest, drawing him even closer. Inside the other freezer bags were bodies of some of the guests... The one that glowed the darkest was because it was Dante's body, resonating with the lost soul...
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 3:52 pm
Dominick couldn't help but chuckle a bit when Dante disappeared. "Alright, but, listening to Dante talk about what, I have something I gotta check out." Dominick said as he started walking towards the door. He opened the door and took several steps back. He then took off running and tried to run out the door, but as soon as he was about to exit, there was a flash of light, and he was propelled back. He slid on his back and coughed loudly. "Aahhhhhhh. Yeah, that hurt." He said as he stood up. No major injuries, it just hurt. He looked at the door, and the previously open doors, but are currently closed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 3:58 pm
Cynthia's eyes widened and she got to her feet, hurrying over to Dominick's side even though she was walking on her injured ankle. "Dominick! Jesus Christ, are you ok?" She held onto his shoulders to steady both herself and him just in case.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 4:26 pm
Dominick nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just, surprised." He said. It was weird. He had seen exactly what Dante had seen when he tried to enter Mr and Mrs. Midnight's room. A flash of light. Only, Dominick hadn't teleported somewhere. He grabbed onto Cynthia's wrist and stood up, making sure that she stayed balanced. When he was standing, he let go. "You need help getting to your room, right?" He asked her.
Amarillo sighed. "I'm thinking about what will happen if they do solve the mystery. Will we keep living here, or will we be tossed into an eternal darkness..." His voice faded at the end of the sentence. He had an idea. He could possess the humans, well, not as much possess, as, see what's going on through their eyes. Yes, that way he could see how they perceive things, and, figure out how fast they will be able to solve this so called mystery.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 4:44 pm
Cynthia looked up at him and shrugged. "I think I'll be ok... But there's one more thing I want to see before we get to that..." Without going into further detail, she hobbled over to the front doors of the mansion. She took the handle and tried opening the doors to leave, but the doors were locked. She tried forcing the door open and there was another flash of light. This time, Cynthia was left standing with her eyes wide open, blank of all emotion. Rain and thunder were heard outside while the lights in the house flickered, the wind picking up harshly and rattling the windows.
Melody sighed and shook her head. "I don't know... I hope that we could just continue living here... If not, will we be lost in the darkness?... Or maybe there's some good place that we can live the rest of our lives?... Maybe-" she cut off when the lights flickered, the sound of a storm outside. She couldn't help laughing and laying down on the piano. "The humans are getting another clue..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 5:33 pm
Dominick nodded and waited for her to finish what she was checking out. He saw her open the doors and just stop, then the storm start. The gust of wind and rain that forced its way through the now open doors knocked Dominick over, mainly because he was surprised. He stood up and ran over to Cynthia's side. "Cynthia! We gotta go!" He said over he rain and wind. He put hand on her shoulder and looked at her face. Eyes wide, no emotion, it was quite disconcerting. He grabbed her left hand and started trying to pry it off of the door handle, with no avail.
Amarillo sighed when he lights flickered. "I'll be back. eventually." He sighed when he jumped off of the piano. He sank through floor, and several others and found himself in the main room. As his invisible self, he floated over to Dominick and moved into his body.
Dominick felt a warm, chilling sensation, if that made any sense, and shivered. He felt, weird, like there was something in him. He shrugged it off and continued prying at Cynthia's fingers.
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