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 Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 12:38 pm
 Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye....
unless you have been drinking. The unique blue eyes shifted his direction, staring at him in a sightless way that proved he wasn't really seeing him at all. Although, something must have gotten through to him to get that much. As the lights flickered he was suddenly standing in what looked like a basement. Concrete flooring was everywhere...but so was the blood. Then just as quickly it was gone leaving his room once more.
Gold eyes turned around the room in horrified surprise watching the shifting flicker back and forth. Dom didn't come from a back ground of violence. The world he lived in was tough but had been kind. Staring at the streak of blood staining the floor he felt the world tilt slightly. He swallowed down the urge to be sick as his fingers touched the shoulder he'd been reaching for and instantly the basement was gone leaving them in only the flickering light of the room.
When he glanced back at the blonde he practically sagged as the horrified expression was thankfully gone from his face. He seemed dazed and more than a little out of it, but he wasn't looking like something that had been tortured slowly. Taking the cue that he could actually touch him, when the blonde leaned further towards him with a murmured word he stepped closer and eased his arm around his shoulder.
"Come on, lets sit down."Could ghosts sit? He wasn't sure...but then he was quickly deciding that maybe he didn't know anything about ghosts after all. He'd never been able to straight out touch one, let alone have one help him bring in his suitcases. He guided the blonde to a seat and eased him into it, maintaining contact with him because it seemed to be helping stop whatever was happening to him.
"Your okay now, nothing's going to hurt you."Dom promised. At least sure that as a ghost he couldn't be hurt further. He wondered at what he'd seen, what sort of image had Nick been pulling up around them? It couldn't have been his own abilities, because he'd never done that before. So it was connected to Nick in some way, and that knowledge almost made him sick again. That bloodstained room haunting him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 12:56 pm
 
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Nick was mentally exhausted. If he hadn’t been leaning on a living power source, he would have had to Sleep for a couple of days at least. He’d never done anything like that before. He didn’t know it was possible to project those kinds of memories. It a way it made sense. Nick’s body and clothes were a projection of his own consciousness, keeping his age and clothing tied to his moment of death. He didn’t have the blood stains or bullet holes because he’d been in shock at that point and hadn’t had time to make them a part of how he mentally identified himself. That projection of the basement had simply been a very powerful extension of that. Not that being able to explain it to himself made it any less disturbing.
He felt the arm go around his shoulder and the blonde’s head rested back against part of the other male. There was a question here. One his frazzled brain was having a hard time locking down. Something about Dom and how he was behaving with all this. It was right there at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t find it. Nick would have been very frustrated if he could have found the strength. As it was he let himself be lead towards the seat. As he sat, one hand shot up, locking hard around Dom’s wrist. It wasn’t a threatening move, merely one of simple desperation. Even if he couldn’t think straight enough to have said why, he did not want Dom to leave him and was afraid he would step away suddenly. He needed… that contact. And something simpler. Basic human reassurance that he wasn’t by himself.
Nick heard words similar to the one’s he’d said to Kit earlier and wondered if that was what had just happened. A loop had tried to start? It seemed… possible. Dom’s room had come very close to becoming permanently haunted by Nick’s visions. Oh! He remembered what was so strange.
“You’re still here,” he blinked, eyeing Dom. He peered at gold eyes. Nick was still a bit loopy, but at least he was focusing now, his exhaustion draining away a lot of the excess energy and leaving him a bit more cognizant than he had been the last time they were this close. “But you know.” He knew what Nick was. That made no sense. What happened to the traditional running and screaming and general panic?
“Don’t leave,” he said suddenly, grip tightening. Part of him thought that having spoken the words aloud would break the whatever spell kept Dom calm and send him packing.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 2:04 pm
Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye....
unless you have been drinking. Nick practically sagged against him, his head lolling back onto Dom's shoulder. He was back to the almost drunk reactions, but given what he just did that makes sense. How much did it cost a ghost to make a the room shift like that. Or had it only been in his head? A hand locked around his wrist, dragging his attention back towards the blonde and away from the question of what had just happened. He could figure that out later, even if he was a ghost he was still a student right? That made it his responsibility. Besides, no one human could hurt someone that looked as lost as Nick did at the moment.
"Was I supposed to go somewhere?"he asked in a light voice attempting to not remind him of anything that might set him off again. The purple haired male wasn't even sure what had done it the first time. The bright blue eyes locked on his again and he found himself smiling slightly in response. He really had the most gorgeous eyes.
"Yeah, kinda hard to miss."Dom felt his heart lurch when the blonde suddenly tightened his hold on his wrist to an almost painful degree and begged him not to leave. He rubbed at his arm soothingly with his other hand.
"Well I did ask for a corner room, so I'm not leaving it after all the trouble I went through to get it."he smiled, trying to reassure him with both touch and his voice kept at a carefully moderated level.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 2:31 pm
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Nick chuckled, relaxing somewhat. “That is what most sane people would do,” he answered, voice tired even as it regained some of its more formal tone. He smile he found on the other’s face was like a different kind of energy. He felt a bit lighter without the brain altering side effects. He probably would have been inadvertently floating if he hadn’t been maintaining the contact that kept him solid. Hmmm. Interesting. Now that he thought about it, did this mean he was likely to become solid the moment Dom touched him? He’d have to make a point of never accidentally bumping into him where others could see. A human materializing in a corridor would not go over well with the majority of the student population.
He was satisfied with the promise not to leave and his grip loosened somewhat. When he realized how tight his fingers had gotten he frowned and murmured something that sounded faintly like an apology though it was indistinct. But beyond that he couldn’t help feeling a little bit fascinated. “I’m touching you,” he said, as though the event were a brief glimpse of a rare shooting star. “Without even trying.” He smiled and blue found gold again, delight contending with a huge amount of confusion and lingering traces of the dark fear that had gripped him. He owned Dom big time. This debt didn’t thrill him, but Dom was about the only living person in the school Nick would have willingly admitted this about.
“Did you know you did that?” Nick asked, voicing the question he hadn’t been able to before. His free hand made a gesture up and down Dom’s form. “You’re projecting energy. It’s incredible.” Intoxicating was a better word for the reaction he had to it, but that word seemed a bit too intimate to use on a man he was currently clinging to. He’d pushed enough social boundaries for one day, thank you very much. He didn’t want Dom thinking he was completely crude. Though… it did seem like society had relaxed those standards a good bit since his time.
“Thank you,” he said after a minute. “I almost lost it there.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 3:02 pm
Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye....
unless you have been drinking. "Well according to my mother she was insane to have me, so it must run in the family."he grinned, glad to hear the chuckle come once more from the blonde. Laughter of any kind was a good sign. Nick seemed to have relaxed enough that his hand loosened on Dom's wrist. His smile grew slightly stronger at the soft sounding apology, he didn't need to hear the words to recognize the tone. He hadn't done anything to need it, but it was cute he offered it none the less.
"I take it that's unusual?"Dom asked, blinking, and finding himself smiling brighter at the delight that was now coming off of the blonde. It was the fact that he didn't seem like the type to relax and smile that much that made it contagious when it did appear. Dom had assumed that his being able to touch him was something normal for this particular ghost because he hadn't had any trouble doing so and he'd never really touched a ghost before.
"Do what? I'm projecting?"he asked, sounding slightly shocked. He blinked at the hand that waved at him not sure if he should be worried or not. Then again he'd said that it was incredible...so he couldn't be hurting him at least. He'd shocked more than one person accidentally in the past. However, usually he knew he'd done it. He didn't think he was giving off more energy than usual because when he did that he started glowing and sparking all on his own.
"Hey, no problem. Any time."He assured him, patting him on the head because he couldn't quite resist this close the need to touch the pale strands. At least he kept it professional.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 3:31 pm
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I’m a ghost,” Nick said, speaking the words he’d stepped around a moment before. He felt like this was important, too important to trust to anything but blunt honesty. If Dom didn’t know what he could do, it could be dangerous for those around him as well as for Nick’s own secret existence. And for Dom. If people knew there was a person running around who could force a ghost to become solid and visible with a simple touch… Well people were very creative when it came to cruelties in the name of profit or science. He’d seen enough of his brother’s favorite show to know the human mind was easily twisted away from kindness when it came to anything strange or fearful. Fiction reflected reality perfectly in that regard.
“Which means,”he continued, sucking in a breath and drawing in a bit more energy, “I can’t usually touch anything. I don’t even walk on the ground because it’s too hard to judge where my foot should stop when I put it down. I can make myself solid, like this, but usually only a hand or a foot to move something. And even then it’s brief, requiring a lot of effort. I don’t know if I could go through something if I wanted to right now.”
He lifted the hand that wasn’t still wrapped around Dom’s wrist and experimentally flexed the lithe fingers. Then he shifted in his seat so he could face Dom more fully. His eyes touched on the brilliant gold and then traveled down to focus on the skin of his cheek. If he’d needed to breathe, Nick would have been holding it. He just wanted to see, no feel what would happen if he made the effort. He was a bit concerned about hurting Dom somehow with the effort so he moved slowly, giving the other time to object. Fingertips brushed against the skin of Dom’s cheekbone and down the jaw. Solid. He didn’t even need to think about where the surface of the skin was because it was really there. He was really there. He didn’t phase through even when he tried a small pressure.
His stomach flipped pleasantly with the tingle of electricity dancing up his arm and down his spine from the extra contact. Woah. That felt a tad too good. Not just the electricity but being able to be that close to someone without the life-death barrier getting in the way. To someone with colors everywhere, inside and out. Color and gold and… He pulled his hand back. He was getting drunk off it again.
“You’re definitely projecting,” he confirmed, swallowing and looking up at the ceiling. “I have no idea how. I’ve never seen anything like this. You’re not psychic as best I can tell, but only psychics have been able to see us.” He did his best not to react like an idiot to the touch on his hair.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 6:10 pm
Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye....
unless you have been drinking. "Yeah, I sorta saw you earlier. I figured I was insane though when you were solid a minute later."he grinned, rubbing at the back of his head with the hand that had been around Nick's shoulder. It still seemed pretty strange to him to think that a ghost could really be the normal projection he associated with a ghost one minute and a solid seeming human being the next. He was beginning to think he didn't know as much about ghosts as he thought he did. His gold orbs widened a minute later when Nick explained more of what he was talking about. Apparently he'd misjudged just how 'solid' solid really was.
"Really? Wow...that's sorta weird. I guess I never really thought about it before, but being incorporeal WOULD make that a little difficult."Dom murmured his gold orbs going slightly unfocused as he followed the train of thought. It made sense in a way, with no real body sense to tell you exactly what was real and what wasn't. It explained why the few ghosts he'd seen had tended to hover a few feet above the ground. Probably was easier to think about floating than it was to walk a few inches into the floor. He could imagine even a ghosts mind might shy back from that sort of idea.
Movement jerked his attention back to the present as the blonde lifted his hand and flexed his fingers before turning to look at him. Dom blinked a few times, head tipping to the side so violet slid across his gold orbs. There was a lot of consideration in that gaze and he was having a bit of a hard time not seeing it as seductive. It helped nothing when the hand moved forward to gently touch his cheek and slide down. Unlike Nick, Dom DID stop breathing. His eyes going wide at the almost reverent touch.
Like it had when they'd briefly touched in the hallway, all the hair along his neck stood on end as he felt his energy merge with the one touching him. His breath finally shuddered out on a shaky sigh as his power reacted to that touch by arcing gently through his body. His gold eyes slid half-way closed as he shook his head once the hand was pulled back and tried to clear his mind. Still a student, dead or not, must think like teacher. He chanted over and over forcing himself to believe it for when he finally fluttered his eyes open once more.
"I'm electrokinetic."he breathed, swallowing and forcing his voice not to sound quite so breathy when he spoke again. There was apparently some sort of connection between his energy and the ghosts in the chair next to him, because the lights flickered again briefly before once more glowing strong.
"I can't really SEE ghosts, I mean I can pick them-you-out sort of, its like looking at a projection from a really fuzzy movie. I can see general shape and sometimes a feature if the ghosts really strong. Mostly I can just feel. The energy is close enough, I guess."It felt...sort of awkward trying to explain to a very solid ghost how exactly he usually saw them. He'd watched the ring once and it was something like that, only a lot worse. He wasn't a medium or anything so he supposed he should be glad he saw as much as he did.
"As for the projecting...I don't think I can stop it. I'm not even really trying right now. I'm almost afraid of what it would do if I REALLY projected, to the level I normally would."Could he hurt him? I mean he was a ghost right? But then he made the kid solid apparently so maybe he could. He made a mental note not to use his powers too much while here. He wasn't going to hurt any of his students, even the undead ones.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 8:13 pm
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Saw him before he was solid? So he was psychic? That still didn’t fit. It bore some kind of investigation, but Nick was pretty sure whatever was going on had more to do with Dom’s apparent electrical influence. He wondered what the odds were of someone with this kind of ability stumbling across ghosts. ….actually pretty good now that he thought about it. He remembered being able to sense the presence of the man before he saw him. Spirits would probably be drawn to that energy the same way he had. Which meant Dom had probably run into ghosts before. Suddenly the lack of running and screaming made more sense. Experience could definitely help with that. And thank god for it. Dom running away would have spelled bad things for the undead blonde.
Nick smiled a half smile. “It… was a lot to get used to. But lots of time for trial and error.” Spending the first couple of months just learning how to move and function and a couple of years after that exploring the limits of your ability didn’t seem like much time at all when you had all of eternity spread out before you. It was both depressing and liberating and gone a long way towards encouraging the more laid back aspects of Nick’s personality. There was, quite literally, no hurry. At least not until now. Suddenly things seemed urgent and important again. Nick might not be restricted by time, but Dom was. How long was he here for? Had he said? Nick couldn’t remember. But it sounded like a school year at most before going away to study to become a teacher.
Ironic. The potential for exactly what Nick hated in the first thing he’d clung so hard to in decades.
The touch didn’t seem to hurt the purple haired teen, but it did affect him somehow. There was suddenly more gold in Nick’s vision as the eyes widened and again his eyes were drawn back to the color like a magnet. When the eyes slide half shut, it gave Dom a sleepy look and for half a second Nick expected purring. Maybe the combinations of the two different forms of electrical energy wasn’t completely unpleasant then. That would be convenient. Nick wasn’t curious enough to persist if it was going to injure Dom, who had managed to work his way onto the very small list in Nick’s head of People Who Matter. At the moment it consisted of himself, Kit, and by extension Yukio as something Kit would fret about if it were lost or broken. And now there was a new name, category undetermined.
“I’ve never heard of that. Have you met anyone else who could do it?” he asked as he listened to the explanation of electrokinetics and how it was used to see ghosts. It sounded kind of like radar, Dom unconsciously sending out energy and picking up the feedback when it touched on other unusual electric signatures, such as those produced by ghosts.
Nick winced. “I would rather you didn’t try,” he said honestly. “It doesn’t hurt. Quite the opposite actually. It’s really…” He trailed off and wondered if he had enough blood now to flush. The heat he could feel suggested that yes, yes he did. He cleared his throat and moved on. “Anyway, I think I mostly am energy. Humans are made up of mostly water, but they can still drown in too much of it.”
He stretched, marveling at the way he could feel physical muscles and bone and skin. It had been a really long time. He was sensitive to every bit of it, hyper aware of his new physical presence. He thought he could feel Dom’s pulse through the hand still wrapped lightly around his wrist. Dom hadn’t objected and Nick didn’t want to sever the contact yet.
He frowned as something occurred to him. “I’m not hurting you, am I? I’ve been living,” ha, living, “off your energy for a while. I don’t want to… drain you. I don’t know where it’s coming from beyond you.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 9:10 pm
Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye....
unless you have been drinking. "More patient than me. I can't even stay on topic for more than five minutes."he joked lightly, although he couldn't imagine being alone for that long with nothing to do but learn not to float through things like the floor. He really didn't have a large attention span, his mother used to lament on it all the time. It had taken him years to realize that what was distracting him was the energy around him. It was practically a living thing to him, relaying information and almost directly downloading it into his body. He'd gotten better at ignoring it over the years so he wasn't QUITE as bad as he said, but he still couldn't work at things for years.
"Well...sort of. I knew a guy who could do some really weird things with a TV image. Like make it show him things other TV's could see, stuff like that. He taught me a little bit about controlling what I can do."Dom hadn't actually gotten along well with the guy, which was strange for a boy who got along with practically EVERYONE. But he'd smelled, been sort of mean, and had a hobby of watching X-rated shows without paying for them. He'd hurried as fast as possible to learn what he could from the man before he'd gotten far away from him. But the knowledge of how to control himself had been invaluable...and helped him graduate from school.
"It's really what? Ooooh."he broke off when he saw the faint color come to Nick's cheeks which was matched with his own a second later. He hadn't thought it went both ways like that. The purple haired man cleared his throat and glanced off to the side. "I'll try not too...although to be honest I sometimes do it without thinking."he warned him, his voice just a touch husky, so he cleared it again and wondered if it was possible to die of embarrassment, then again if it was he would have done it already. So he was basically coming on to a ghost, with no idea he was doing so. That, so just worked into his luck. He'd have to try hard not to flare up anywhere near Nick to make sure he didn't 'drown' him in it. He had no intention of hurting Nick, even accidentally. He was attracted to him, which was a little weird him being a ghost and all, but he didn't have to ACT on it. THAT was what separated a professional from say a *****.
"Hurting me? No, I can't even tell your doing anything except when you touch me. It's probably coming from the room, that's why the lights have dimmed out a couple of times. I generally tap into local power sources. Like generators and such. So if the state calls and we've blown out the power in the area, I'm so blaming you."he promised with a grin. He probably could cut off contact with it actually, it would be a little weird because he was so used to the constant flux and chatter of electricity.
"I'm going to try something, let me know if this hurts or anything, alright?"He asked, his gold eyes serious before they unfocused just a little. His head tipped faintly to the side as he concentrated and then the lights above him went up a notch. He carefully cut off the connection to the power source around him, dropping back to his own natural levels of energy to feel what effect it might have on Nick or himself. Almost instantly he could actively FEEL the other male, the sensation wasn't painful, but it was a bit like having blood drawn. A weird liquid sensation. He blinked. Focusing on that other than that fact that now he was disconnected to it he could sense the crackle and energy burn of every appliance in the room and down the hallway. Distracting was a minor word for it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 9:39 pm
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“Another. Good.” Nick was relieved to hear that being electrokinetic wasn’t completely unique. Things that were singular in occurrence were rarely good because it meant nature had not yet found a spot for them. He didn’t want to find out it was slowly burning Dom up from the inside out like a wire with too large a current surging through it. If another person had it, it meant it was probably much more stable. Nick gave a silent sigh of relief. The idea of watching the violet haired young man fry himself up in a cloud of sparks made his stomach turn.
And yet some part of him wondered if Dom would linger as a ghost if that were to happen. Nick was instantly disgusted with himself for even considering an advantage to someone’s death. He wouldn’t wish a life stuck as he and Kit were on anyone. It was shameful to have even let that thought slide across his mind. But you couldn’t help your own thoughts. They appeared without warning. All he had to do was forget it and never ever mention that his mind could hold something so horrible.
Nick waited for his own blush to fade as he stole a few glances at the color in turn tinting Dom’s cheeks. He’d nearly managed to calm himself to fade it when Dom spoke again and the tone shot straight down Nick’s spine in a much more human way than the energy had, though it produced a similarly pleasant surge along his nerves. Ohhhh complicating this was bad. Nick refused to humor the sudden notions and ideas that his traitorous brain was beginning to present. Where was this coming from? Nick was not in the habit of swearing but if he was a few choice curses would have been aimed around in that moment. It was just… an infatuation. He was suffering from the lingering effects of the energy. (His mind argued that audio was not electric). He was simply getting used to his body again (His mind argued that he’d never been prone to responses like that when his body had been completely real and natural). He told his mind to shut up. (His mind responded that if he better get his swim trunks on if he was going to be wading much deeper into De nail.)
Thankfully, Dom had moved on to a new topic. Nick brought out his practiced discipline and calm, preparing them the way a warrior monk might before a battle. Better. He was dead. He should have been long past dealing with the physical annoyances. He was going to ignore it until it went away, childish plan or not. He found a grin curling his lips to match Dom’s. “Deal,” he laughed. “You explain to them that it’s not your fault, an undead eighteen year old sucked the energy right out of the walls through you and blew a couple of circuits. I’m sure they’ll completely understand.”
Nick nodded uncertainly, bracing himself. He thought Dom was going to attempt to raise his energy projection a little and prepared to try to cut himself off quickly if he needed to. Never mind that he hadn’t quite figure out how to do that yet. Instead, it felt like the energy level dropped. It wasn’t the giddy torrent any longer. Instead of white water rapids, the energy became a cool lake, something he could dip his hands or feet into comfortably without getting completely swept away. He blinked and tilted his head, examining the other man. “You’re still projecting a little but… I don’t know. It’s not so powerful anymore.” He raised his hand experimentally again and this time when he touched the other’s cheek slight pressure gave way and his hand slipped through Dom’s skin like smoke before gathering back into solid form on the other side. He felt a sharp tingle as though his hand had fallen asleep, and he chuckled.
“You know, I thought my death would automatically become the strangest day of my existence. Shows what I know.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 9:53 pm
Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye....
unless you have been drinking. "Trust me, it wouldn't be the strangest excuse I gave for something like that happening."he grinned and scratched at the back of his head remembering the time he'd decided to see just how much energy he could channel. He'd ended up blowing out four city blocks during rush hour, the amount of guilt his mother dropped at his feet over the accidents was enough to cure him from experimenting like that every again. He'd waited till midnight the next time. The power guys were constantly trying to figure out why more power was diverted to his neighborhood than any other. Come to think of it, his mom was pretty good at coming up with lame excuses too.
Dom shook his hand slightly, flexing his fingers at the sudden dip in energy. He hadn't been aware how much he actually kept with him at all times till now. It was a bit like coming down from a sugar high. His gold gaze flickered upwards towards where the lights were flickering, his head tilting slightly as he followed the message in the lights. Then a voice drew him back down and Nick was explaining he was still projecting a little but it wasn't as bad. He grinned, slightly, relieved he could at least cut it off to make it a little bit easier for the ghost, before his gaze darted towards his suitcase for a moment. A loud hum drawing his attention as the phone vibrated, otherwise silent stuffed around his cloths but the energy was rippling.
Then a hand touched his cheek and passed through him which was NOT a comfortable sensation. His eyes went huge as he felt the double back of energy between his natural energy sliding out of him into Nick and then short bursts of it firing back into him from where he was passed through him.
"Could you not...do that?"Dom asked softly, suddenly not sure if he was caught in an energy loop and if he might not draw more than his own energy back. What if he started absorbing some of Nick's energy? His natural state was to pull from outside sources to strengthen himself, that could be bad, very, very bad.
"I got to admit, this ranks pretty high on mine."he admitted at the chuckled comment coming from the blonde before his gaze skittered along the side and followed a power line buried in the wall and then back up. He closed his gold eyes and actually focused on staying on task. It was something he really hadn't had to do since he'd gotten used to constantly absorbing power from around him. Literally he connected into the system so he was part of the arc and it was part of him, so it wasn't as distracting because he naturally absorbed the messages and didn't have to think about them. A second later he opened his gold orbs once more with a controlled breath and flashed his usual grin at the ghost.
"All we need now is some twilight zone music playing and we'd be set. Knew I should have downloaded that on to my ipod."
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:27 pm
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Nick raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like a story you’ll have to share one of these days. If you want.” The words were a silent question, a request that Dom confirm that there would be other days. That he was staying in the school even after all this and that Nick was welcome to return to see him again. If Dom had had quite enough of the strangeness and his own staring roll in the local ghost story, he could brush Nick off now, say something about not really having time to share old stories, what with his busy new schedule. It could be polite and easy and no one would be offended. Dom would never just kick Nick out the door. Even the brief time he’d spent with the man told him that. But maybe if he were given a polite way around it, he would be willing to take it. At least it would give the ghost a more accurate picture on whether the kindness he had been shown was only the same kindness one would give a puppy with a thorn in its paw. Dom was kindhearted. Nick did not want to unwittingly take advantage of that.
Nick didn’t catch the vibrations of the phone (he was still getting used to recognizing certain new advances in technology, vibrating cell phones being one of them), but he did see the sudden look on Dom’s face. Guilt darkened blue eyes and he set his hand back on his own lap firmly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would hurt.” Most people only felt a ghost passing through them as a sudden chill and maybe a flash of sudden paranoia. But this was a highly unusual person he was dealing with.
“Well it gratifying to know I won’t be forgotten,” he breathed, smiling as he settled back, shifting his weight to sink deeper into the chair. Comfy. He found he still really liked watching Dom smile, even though it happened so often. It was genuine and real in a way most of the world’s smiles weren’t anymore. People curved their lips up on reflex, but it didn’t touch their eyes. When Dom smiled, he was happy. The honesty in it, especially when he was aimed at him, threatened another roller coaster like twist in his stomach.
“I think Kit would hang you for choosing the twilight zone over the x-files theme,” Nick laughed. It was a measure of his comfort level that he’d even mentioned Kit to this man. This potential teacher. He hadn’t yet realized what he’d done or he would have been stunned. That kind of trust was a powerful thing.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:47 pm
Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye....
unless you have been drinking. "Stories."he qualified to the blonde ghost, his gaze darting briefly for the lights again before he forced it back down by dint of willpower alone. He wasn't sure how long he could keep up being under only his own power, too many years getting used to tapping into local power sources was hard to break. "You'd end up listening to them through the whole semester if I told them all."he clarified his statement, more than willing to share embarrassing stories. Well, SOME embarrassing stories. Tripping over his own bags and losing his keys down the toilet were stories he could do without sharing. Dom was still, to this day, not sure what had caused the toilet incident. He scratched automatically at the violet hair remembering the look on the plumbers face when he'd called him in and explained the situation. It was high on his not-to-be-repeated list. It also sort of gave him an excuse to still be professional teacher and appeal to the rather broken sense of attraction. He should be better than this, the fact that they probably weren't really far apart in age didn't matter so much as his future profession demanded he behave.
"It didn't really hurt, it just felt weird. I think I might have been back looping your own energy from you."He grinned slightly, not wanting to make Nick think it had been a BAD sensation, but then he might be wanting him to touch him for reasons that weren't good in which case maybe he SHOULD say it hurt. Gah, his HEAD hurt. He flickered his attention towards the TV which was still putting off a faint amount of energy and shook his head again, running a hand through his purple strands. Maybe if he went in between? Added himself to the loop but didn't absorb very much?
"Something tells me you don't need me for that. Its not every day a person runs into a ghost that go visible."Or had that just been because of his abilities? No, he'd spoken to him so he'd expected him to see him even before he'd known what he could do. Slowly he reached out and lightly connected to the power source, keeping it light enough he wasn't getting quite as distracted but he also wasn't going to make Nick uncomfortable. If he did that, Nick might leave, and besides being more than a little pleasant to look at he was also the most interesting person Dom had talked to in a while.
"Who..or what..is Kit? I could do X-Files, I've got a couple seasons of that back home. My dad finds it entertaining especially when psychics come on. That and detective shows."He shrugged with a sort of chuckle at his dad's strange obsessions. He still persisted in believing his son was a automatic detuning device after having watched White Noise 2 one evening.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 11:09 pm
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Nick’s smile widened. That felt like a fair enough invitation. The entire semester. That sounded to Nick like he was welcome to drop by and speak to the young man as long as he was on campus. A very good thing. After having that kind of experience with someone, after having trusted someone with more information more quickly than anyone in so long, it would have hurt if he’d been turned away. Now that he was allowed to stay, he could at least admit that in his own mind: He would have been hurt. It was more than a little distressing to note that Dom was only going to be around for a semester in any case. A couple months of being able to talk to someone, walk around with them, touch them if he wanted to… Going back to being invisible and insubstantial almost all the time was going to be hell. The question was now whether he should take in as much as he could of the experience or limit himself so that he did not become too dependent on the human contact. Later. He could think about that later.
“Interesting…” he murmured, looking thoughtful. If Nick understood more about how ghosts worked, he might have been able to pick up something more from that. But he mostly had guesses and theory. When he’d been alive he hadn’t known how his pancreas worked, it just did. In much the same way, his ghostly form functioned but he couldn’t have said how or why. He didn’t even know for sure why he was a ghost. There was no unfinished business unless you counted a nice helping of residual guilt and a vendetta against the teaching staff. He’d already dealt with the one directly responsible, long long ago. And yet, here he was.
“You’d be amazed what people can forget when they want to,” Nick pointed out, smile turning distantly amused. “Ghosts aren’t real so as soon as people leave campus, they convince themselves they never really saw that boy walk through the wall. It was a trick of the shadows or a dream. That spoon didn’t float across the room, it just dropped from the shelf and bounced. Memory is an easy thing to manipulate when you want to. Normally being visible doesn’t last anywhere near this long. Not enough to solidify the memory permanently in anyone who chooses denial.”
Nick tensed at the name. Dom was far too easy to talk to. He hadn’t even thought twice about mentioning the other ghost on campus. Thinking about it now, he was fairly certain he’d used a plural once or twice to discuss campus ghosts. Nick felt so comfortable with him. It was another was Dom was dangerous. Maybe a semester of his presence was plenty. “Kit’s my brother and the other ghost in school,” he said after a long thoughtful silence. In a flat, dead tone, he added, “I got him killed.” There wasn’t an effort to make excuses or ask for understanding or any hint of pleading in the word. Nick had damned himself for it long ago.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 11:34 pm
Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye....
unless you have been drinking. Dom figured he'd gotten the combination of connected and not correct when nothing seemed to change about Nick but he was able to hear things better again, not catching the constant buzz from the nearby electronics. He shifted, settling into a slightly more comfortable position, because maybe if he did Nick would decide to stay for a bit. He really was hopeless, but then he had to at least have faith he would be honorable at least.
"I guess that's true enough. I get something of the same, no one wonders why things break or suddenly surge when around me. I GLOW when I connect to heavily, but everyone seems to find it pretty normal later."he shrugged slightly, impressed with the brain to cover up what it didn't understand. He'd never really gotten to do that, given what he could do, but he'd seen it a lot. A hand raked back through his hair and managed to make it messier still as he wondered how lonely it would be to be forgotten no matter what you did. Just to stay here for centuries on end until the building collapsed around you and know that no one would really remember you...it was a heart wrenching thought when connected to the kid who seemed to be rather animated in his own special way.
It wasn't hard for the violet haired male to notice the reaction to the use of that name. Kit was apparently someone rather important to him. For a second he was actually jealous before he pushed it down and thought that this was likely the only other company Nick had, had since his death. He felt even worse when the blonde explained it was his brother. He opened his mouth to ask if there were any more ghosts besides the two of them when Nick's next words all but knocked the wind out of him.
Gold orbs went wide in surprise. His tone had been so flat, so empty, it was almost as bad as the horror stricken look he'd worn earlier. He sensed that those words were the root of any and all pain Nick might have felt in the after life and he reacted.
"What happened?"he whispered softly, rising up to his knees and pressing his forehead against Nick's, the slight connection he'd establish allowing him to do so easily as his arms came around him comfortingly. He didn't know what sort of pain something like that must cause, but it had to be horrible. But how to offer comfort when you didn't know the details? Was it something to do with that blood soaked basement? The thought had his arms tightening slightly as the lights flickered before he controlled his emotions to avoid flickering his powers to life.
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