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 Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 12:22 pm
Eiry drifted through the balcony railing glancing around the third floor. It looked like this section was for all the strange books, the kinds of books that weren't looked to often. Just the kind of books that Eiry enjoyed most (besides good poetry, of course). He phased through a desk with chairs that was flourished with forgotten books and an old desk lamp and beyond that there were shelves stoked full with books. Eiry smiled at the sight of the tomes and made his way among them, searching the labels for "Section P".
It only took a couple moments to find it. Eiry drifted through the dark interior of the section, twisting his head each way. The dark wood of the shelves and their metal bracers lit up with the reflected glow from Eiry's rune, creating a soft mystical effect. Worn spines shivered in the minty light, revealing their names to Eiry's prying eyes, Tales from Beyond, Deeper than the Grave, Paranormal Encounters, and more. It was still a bit too dark to accurately read the labels of the books though and Eiry didn't feel like straining his tired eyes any more than they needed to. With a quick close of his eyes and a breath, Eiry pulled forth several small orbs of ghostly light from nothing. They flitted around him and Eiry smiled at his small cantrip. It was a rather new ability that he was developing in his hours alone at home, a ghostly addition to Eiry's growth into a sigel. At first, he could only call up two at a time that quickly disappeared after five minutes, but after training and constant use, Eiry had developed them a little further. Now there were four that floated around with him and he could keep them there for a good twenty minutes without much effort. The ghostly lights floated around his head in a halo, lighting up the shelves and the books therein.
"There," Eiry said aloud to himself, easily finding the number he was looking for and the book it labeled, "D2569...Exorcisms Explained, a droll title, but its spoils must be worth the read." Tucking the papers underneath his arms, the sigel laid the book in the crook of his arm and flipped through. There were old black and white pictures inside, details of candlelit seances and graveyard summons, the common mistakes and endeavors that would lead to the need of an exorcism. Further on in the book, there were instructions and details on different types of exorcisms for the different types of ghostly hauntings. A lot of them, Eiry noticed, required the use of a priest or a shaman, but Eiry supposed that they would have to do things without one of those. Fletcher would have friends instead of a priest, which Eiry considered monumentally better.
"BROTHER MINE!" Eiry shouted, drifting out of the section and juggling the papers and book in his arms. He leaned over the railing, scanning the first floor for signs of his red counterpart. "I've discovered a tome of aid! Is one enough, you think?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 1:02 pm
Rivener had been reading something on the newspaper-machine when Eiry yelled for him from above. The Scorpion winced, wondering why it felt so WRONG to hear someone yelling in a library, even after hours. Even when no one else was here. Even when it didn't really MATTER. Suppressing the urge to shush his brother, Rivener looked up and found his sibling easily: there were motes of light orbiting the disheveled green head of hair. Riv raised an eyebrow but said nothing about it, focusing instead on the question.
"One is good, but it would be best to have two or three if possible: then we can make sure they're not contradicting each other! You can't believe everything you read you know! So if you could find another, that'd be good... I need a bit more time here! OH, see if you can find any books on talking to spirits, too!" That might be useful, considering what Rivener had discovered.
He'd read that website and assumed that the murderer in question was Edgar. It said Edgar had killed a young Wells boy, but no more information had been given other than a date. With that date in hand, Riv had narrowed down his search of the old newspaper micro-films; he'd looked up everything in that date and found an article about JAMES Wells. Not Fletcher.
What was odd was that the article on James Wells MENTIONED Fletcher, however. It spoke of how James' death came as a killing blow to the Wells family, who had lost many family members in the recent past. James' cousin Yvette had fallen to her death years before in the same house, and not one year previous to James' murder, Yvette's younger brother Fletcher, also James' cousin, had been killed in the large fireplace. Foul play was suspected in that death but no suspects had ever been arrested.
So Fletcher had died in the fireplace, and someone had supposedly murdered him! But it wasn't Edgar...
The article went on to state that James had been living there with his aunt and uncle for a good few years, as his own parents had mysteriously suffered an early demise as well. The family was believed to be cursed, and were driven out of town after the last Wells child was killed.
Rivener looked up the date mentioned for Fletcher's death. Hopefully by the time Eiry found the books he was looking for, Rivener might have shed a bit more light on the painfully ill-fated Wells family...
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 1:39 pm
"As you wish," Eiry shouted back. He moved back away from the rail and dropped his small load off at the table he passed through earlier. He wouldn't need the papers anymore, now that he knew what section he had to search through. If Rivener wanted more books, then Eiry would be more than happy to oblige, even though he didn't think they needed a book that would tell them how to speak with ghosts. Eiry spoke with ghosts all the time! But Eiry liked to please his brother, so he began his search again.
As the little ghostly orbs circled around his head, as his rune glowed, and as his flaming ethereal wings quivered, Eiry looked like the spectral being he was made of. He had this eerie ghostly glow about him, lighting his way in the darkened shelves. In fact, it must've looked like he belonged there, poking through the books and pulling out any titles that tickled his fancy.
"'Field Guide to the Paranormal'...That should do. One more...Hmm...'Dead Men Tell No Tales'," Eiry read aloud to himself and he gave a roll of his eyes, "The muse of creativity did not shine her light on these poor authors." He placed the book back on its place, but as he did so, he shoved a hidden book off of the shelves and he winced as the dull thudding of the falling book filled the 3rd floor.
"As heavy as a bag of stones, my word," Eiry exclaimed. He leaned through the book shelves and reached down to where the book lay in between the two cases. He pulled it free and phased back through, holding the new acquisition in his hands. It had no title, just a hard leather cover and a leather string to hold it shut. The sigel tilted his head and undid the tie, flipping it open. Apparently it hadn't been open in a long time because it flung dust into the air as Eiry flipped the pages. Inhaling some of the dust, Eiry gave a few coughs.
"Goodness, what in the name of Shakespeare is this addled tome? Who in their right mind would abuse a tome so..." Eiry wondered aloud. The printed words were scribblings, some kind of handwriting instead of printed text. "'The Diary of F. Jennings...' Eiry read in a murmur, "Studies of the Wells Family Estate. Wells....Fletcher Wells." Eiry's red eyes widened.
Rushing to the balcony, Eiry quickly snatched up his books and papers from the table. He threw himself into the air, and tucked his wings close to his back in a hawk-like dive. "Rivener! Brother! Look unto what I've discovered! Wells! A book about the Wells family!" He swung up at the last moment, inches away from Rivener's body and the machines he worked on. Scrambling to get the book into Rivener's hands, Eiry accidentally dropped the other books and papers. "Quicklook! Gazeread!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 1:58 pm
Rivener hadn't found much more information by reading the article about Fletcher's murder. The boy had been found in the fireplace the morning after he'd been pushed in, although not his WHOLE body had been found. He'd been burned to nearly nothing, but even so it was clear to see that the skull had been misplaced!
Was that why Fletcher was stuck here? Or was it because he'd been killed and hadn't found justice? What the heck was going with that Wells family?! Rivener was starting to hope this wasn't an Amityville in the making, the house rendering all its inhabitants crazy and causing murders...
There was a loud thud somewhere upstairs. Riv startled and glanced up, half expecting Eiry to come running in fear... But no, there was no terrified younger sibling. Most likely Eiry had just dropped a book or something. Shrugging, the Scorpion turned back to his reading.
Belated, Rivener's expectations came somewhat true: Eiry DID come careening towards him in a tizzy, although it wasn't out of fear. It was out of awestruck enthusiasm about something, and it possessed the minty one so completely he didn't think twice about coming right near the machines he hated so much. Rivener got up from where he'd been sitting, wincing at the racket Eiry made as he let the other books fall from his arms in the offering of this one, all-important tome.
It didn't look like much, but Rivener took it and flipped open the cover, eyebrows raising. "...Wow. What were the odds-... This is like some friggin movie, we're finding what we need exactly? ...Except, who's F. Jennings? It's not a Wells person... C'mon, let's go read." Riv led the way to the tables, far from the computers and machines. Here he placed the book, holding the pages open so both siblings could read the first few pages and see if this find might be of ultimate importance...
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 3:13 pm
As Rivener made his movie comment, Eiry leaned down to pick up the dropped books and scattered papers, "Brother dearest, have you not looked about you? We are in the belly of a library. Of course, we would find exactly what we sought. That is the purpose of libraries!" Books and papers returned to his arms, Eiry floated up from the ground and hustled after his brother, glancing once at the machines behind him. He gave the flickering screens a disapproving glare and felt his spine shiver. He was glad that Rivener decided to lead them away towards the tables.
"A secret tome," Eiry announced happily as he laid his armload on the table beside Rivener, "Upon replacing an unworthy book, this old tome was jostled from it's secret place behind the others. Old leaves and leather cover, it speaks not as a book so much as a diary. That's what it says, 'Diary'."
Eiry moved next to his brother then, phasing through one of his arms and his shoulder as he leaned forward, using the orbs that made a halo around his head for light. His head was right next to Riv's, red eyes wide with wonder as he began to read aloud.
"The Wells estate was constructed in 1783. It's plantation fields stretched out around the 20 acres surrounding the home and it was viewed as the diamond in the rough of what is now Durem Caves North. The Wells family were well-known plantation owners at the time, providing farming and crop to a majority of the west. They held slaves which were housed half a mile away from the Wells Estate in a similar two story house. For a few years, they were well off and secure, but all changed in the winter of 1791.
Following the cold of the winter, everything began to fall apart following the return of the William Wells from the funeral of his mother. The crop began to fail, and a nearby marsh started swallowing up the fields. There are reports of some slaves that had disappeared in the marsh, though reality suggests they simply ran away. The slaves revolted, burned down their living quarters, the two story house on the other end of the property, and Wells had no other choice but to free them and close the plantation. A graveyard was built to serve as the resting place for those that had burned in the home, for those who were worked to death, and for those who were reportedly lost to the marsh. Some of the Wells, when they passed on, were buried among their slaves in the same graveyard. The Estate turned into a home for Mr. Wells and his family where the family line lived for the next 40 years.
The marsh expanded until it swallowed the entire plantation except for the Wells home and a few acres of land around it. Some suggest that... I can continue no farther here," Eiry said as the words faded into an inky blotch. He waited for Rivener to turn the page before he continued reading.
"My wife, Gillian Maasi, and I bought the Estate after it lay ownerless for some time. Rumors of a curse drove away potential buyers before hand as well as the mysterious marsh. No one dared to touch the place. Gillian and I needed a place to live, however, and I were curious about the stories and rumors around the place. I am a priest and the spirits are major points of interest to me, and my wife supported my endeavors in unraveling the secrets of the Wells Estate.
Here is a list of the ghosts we have encountered:
- Percy Todd, whom we discovered first by the writings and misplaced items in our household. I spent some time on the porch, waiting for him and questioning him through knocks and Ouija boards, to get his name. He is an intelligent haunting, lonely and gentle.
- Yvette Wells, who my wife discovered by the window of the second floor. Again, we discovered her name with the Oujia board. She moans at night and walks in the hallways. Intelligent haunting.
- Peter Burns, a slave who wanders the grounds at the evening. Residual haunting.
- John Walker, who, contrary to his name, stands still and appears during all different times of the day, standing in the marsh. He never moves. He just stands. Residual haunting.
- Edgar Rolmmings, an evil spirit. I have not discovered much of him yet, though I hope my studies will reveal more of his nature and history. He remains in the marsh, near the cemetery. I do not go there alone or without holy water.
- Fletcher Wells, whom I've discovered at night. A child, he comes and shows himself before something bad happens. He is also an intelligent haunting.
I begin my studies with Fletcher, for his is the most recent of all the deaths. He is a young boy, somewhere between 6 and 8. New info: Fletcher Wells was born 1827. Died in 1834 at age 7.
After some searching, I discovered the whereabouts of his death. Newspapers report finding his burnt corpse in the fireplace of the first floor. After some more investigation, I discovered that whatever happened had to be foul play, for the young boy's body was stuck on the stakes of the fireplace. There is no accident that could've left the boy to burn in the fireplace, speared by stakes, only murder. Fletcher Wells was murdered, his skull somehow lost in the retrieval of the ashes. I've searched for it, but it remains elusive. As for who performed the murder, I'm still searching. I-NEW INFO: His murder was done by none other than his cousin, James Wells, who I interviewed little over ten minutes ago! I asked Percy to help me seek out the murderer of Fletcher Wells. At first, Percy only wrote the name "James" all over our walls, scratched it into the wood panelings throughout the first floor of the home, and then it became the only thing he would spell out to me in morse code with knocks. James, James, James, and he was here underneath my nose the entire time! The ghost of James Wells, cousin to Fletcher Wells, was hiding from me. So, with Percy as my ghostly assistant, I discovered James' burial place and---" Another blotch, brother, I cannot make it out." Eiry glanced to Rivener with raised brows.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 7:28 pm
Rivener was more listening to Eiry than reading along, very interested in what they were discovering. This was the Diary of someone who seemed related to Old Maasi!! Maasi's husband, even! Since Eiry had only appeared later on, when Maasi had already been placed in care, the minty Sigel would have no way to know of this book's importance.
Not only that, this man had sought out ghosts just as Eiry did! He even knew of a few more than haunted the grounds... And this Jennings had found out so much about Fletcher in particular!
The writings were clear afterwards. Jennings had found out, with Percy's help, that JAMES WELLS had been the one to murder Fletcher! And by the sounds of it, James had also been haunting their house?! This was extremely worrisome for Rivener... Was Fletcher sobbing because James was about to do something horrible?! The little ghost had always warned them when danger approached...
"I just read about James on the newspaper machine and the internet, a few minutes ago," Riv said as he turned the page, glancing up at his brother. "James was killed by Edgar, about half a year after Fletcher was killed. And James had been living with Fletcher's family because his OWN parents had died under strange circumstances as well. Maybe we should look into exorcism now? I think we know enough about Fletcher, don't you? We can read the rest of this Diary later."
Indeed, the priest's notes were moving on to Yvette next, with nary an extra word added about Fletcher. Riv flipped the pages quickly and was about to close the book when a page in particular caught his attention, flashing past before all the pages became blank. "Wait, what's-..." Rivener opened the book again and thumbed to the last written page, finding a hastily-written, panicked-looking scrawl.
"He knows! James knows I am aware of him, of what he's done! He knows I prepared an exorcism, he knows I have the items in my possession! He's angry, he's been chasing me, I think he plans to kill me! Maasi, if you find this, hide the book at the Library! And if you can, dear, try to finish the exorcism! He lives in the basement! I've hidden all my tools in the-... Gah, it just ENDS?! What the hell!?" Rivener pressed his hand to the paper where the pen just trailed off across the last edge of the page. A few blots of ink and what looked disturbingly like dried blood marred the bottom. Most pages around this one looked warped and twisted, like they'd once been wet...
"Okay, so this priest guy was killed by this James ghost? ...Argh, why do we have to have a bunch of homicidal maniacs in our house?!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 8:52 pm
"Because we were meant for something greater," Eiry offered up with a grin, he leaned himself up from the table, reaching for the other spoils he had retrieved from the third floor. As he thumbed through the pages, trying to find something of use amongst the detailed descriptions of where to find ghosts and what kinds of ghosts there were in the world, Eiry spoke with his brother, nodding at all his conclusions given by the diary.
"Of course, brother, you must be right," he said, his brows knitting in worry. The thoughts of dealing with another murderous ghost unsettled him. Dealing with Edgar was frightening enough, Aphismet's possession and all, the attack of Isi, the constant fighting and terror...Would they have to face that all again? And it was strange, Eiry thought, all very strange at the same time....because such a spirit he hadn't encountered yet. "James...I, myself, have never heard of James. There are many ghosts on the property, but those who stay within the walls of our house are well known to me, or so I think. The others, not so much. Percy tells me that they are of no conversational worth. I've listened to him, but simply, in all honesty, because Percy's far more interesting to discuss poetry with." Eiry's eyes finally caught the word he was looking for.
"Exorcism."
"It says here that there are certain rites, words from the other realm...There's a list here of those phrases. Here it speaks of herbs and holy water that we can use against the evil of spirits and demons alike, giving the body a proper burial, returning something lost, or giving them piece of mind. As well as charms, gestures, and even ways to hold yourself, strong and free of fear," Eiry paused, flipping through a few more pages, "It doesn't speak here of any certain way to rid ghosts and demons. Simply lists upon lists of techniques."
Eiry turned to his brother, opening up the book for Rivener's own appraisal. "Such information will have to be tested through fire, whatever one works will work. Prithee, brother mine, we must return soon to the home. Morning draws near, and Fletcher will not, fearful, show his face once the sun lifts up her tawny face. We must return promptly."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:06 pm
"Something greater, hunh," Rivener repeated, not sure he bought into that. He leaned an elbow on the table, watching his brother look through the exorcism pages. Riv thumbed through a different volume Eiry had found, ending up with more lists like the one Eiry was droning on about.
"Well, if it's for us to fight James, I'm not afraid: I destroyed Edgar with the ghost-poison your blood granted me, remember? I can still use that poison, so I could kill James too if we need to. But I don't want to be using that for Fletcher... Maybe we should try to find his skull? Giving something back might work, you said, yeah? We should ask Percy if he knows where the skull is."
At Eiry's insistence that they get back soon, Riv plopped the book he was reading shut, and piled it atop the Diary. They'd be taking all these home. "Are you up for another flight, Eiry?" Riv asked with a slight grin, picking up the tomes and motioning for the minty Sigel to do the same.
Without another word the Scorpion led the way back outside, locking the door behind them thanks to Eiry's phasing ability. With a beat of wings, both Sigels were airborne once more, soaring up into the darkness. It was much harder to find their way back, as their home was in the pitch dark middle of nowhere. Rivener followed simply the direction they'd come in, hoping that once they got near they would spot their property.
The flight back was a little quicker, since Eiry wasn't zig-zagging as much. The Elder Brother landed on their balcony, floating into his room and putting the books on his bed. "You were in the basement for a long time, a while back... You didn't see anything odd or out of place?" It had indeed sunk in (slowly!) that Eiry not knowing one of the ghosts in the house was VERY odd indeed. Was James actively hiding himself from everyone?
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:51 pm
Eiry didn't know how he managed to make it through another flight all the way back from the library to Durem. Perhaps he didn't notice because he was too wrapped up in thoughts about the ghosts of the household. In his mind he cataloged all the different ghosts he had met and seen, but none of them were named James. Whatever they were going to do, they were going to have to talk with Percy. That, at least, was a given. It haunted his thoughts so vehemently, that by the time his brother started his descent, they were at their home again, winging through the darkness like bats.
His landing was less than graceful, but thanks to his intangibility, Eiry didn't make any sound as he tumbled into the walls and forced his way eventually into Rivener's room. Placing the books he carried upon Rivener's bed as well, the Sigel collapsed momentarily on the floor, stretching his aching wings and calming his rapid breathing.
"Brother, I was. For the most part, darkness was there and boxes. Antiques and crates with rotting fruit and jugs upon bottles of old wine and other such brewed drink. Crop from the old plantation detailed in the Jenning's Diary, I suppose," Eiry lifted himself up from the floor and floated back to his regular height, "I played with the boxes, yes, moved them about to my fancy, but most of everything was simply old. Nothing more than that. Then again, little attention did I give to what was around me then. Too wrapped and addled with my own terrors was I. It was very---" Then suddenly Eiry stopped and looked around him, rolling his head upon his shoulders and lifting up his arms to wrap them around his own head. Discomfort took over Eiry's face and body and he gave a low moan, "Again, again! His cries, they come again! Fletcher, he weeps like a storm in the attic!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 10:08 am
Rivener was thumbing through the exorcism book again while Eiry explained what he'd come across in the basement. Lots of mysterious things, and Rivener's greedy side wondered if that old wine might be worth anything. Those thoughts didn't last long when Eiry suddenly stopped in his relating, wrapping his head with his arms and looking absolutely pained. Riv blinked over at his brother.
"...In the attic?" Rivener asked, suddenly confused. "Why would he be in the attic? He died in the foyer, in the fireplace... The attic is a very strange place, isn't it? ...Let's go see him. Or would you rather try to find Percy and ask where that skull is?" Rivener wasn't sure going to see Fletcher right now would do any good, but maybe they could convince the small ghost-child to lay off the wailing for bit so Eiry could hear himself think?
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 10:38 pm
Eiry nodded his head, turning his pained eyes towards Rivener. Even now, the faint screaming, which was loud to Eiry, amplified by his ghostly linkage, could be heard by Rivener. It was faint and sounded more like creaks and moans made by the house. Eiry, curling his fingers tight around his pointed ears, finally managed to bring up the words he wanted to say to Rivener.
"The attic, dreadful place that it is, wreathed in darklight and moonbright, is where young Fletcher spends his eveningsad, or so I've found upon my treks of worry to discover just what ails our Fletcher with such painful ague," he said. He moved towards the door, glancing at Rivener meaningfully to follow, "Percy should lend his hand to our service. My heart tells me that his presence is required. Once upon a morrow did he help Jennings...Time again has come for him to us and Fletcher."
Assuming that his brother was following behind, Eiry pushed his way through the door and cut the corners of the halls as he made his way downstairs. He kept in the general line of sight though, for the sake of letting Rivener know and follow his path. If it were just his regular passage, he would've made a bee-line straight for the porch, ignoring all obstructions.
The porch was empty when Eiry first floated onto it. He glanced this way and that, peering through the darkness for any familiar wisp or glow, but there was none to be found. Eiry pursed his lips in thought and then whispered softly, "Percival?"
Still no answer.
Eiry knew the intricacies of the ghosts in the home. He knew that Percy liked to communicate with knocks, so knock he did. He put his knuckles to the wood of the poles in the balcony and rapped once, twice, three times, and there after a few moments of waiting, there was a knock back. Morse code for: "Hello."
Eiry, of course, didn't know morse code. So he simply waited expectantly for Percy to appear. The ghostly intellectual appeared slowly at first, the faint outline of a tall youth pressing through the darkness. More and more of him faded in as he warped the electromagnetic fields, drawing energy from them and stopping the clocks within the household. Percy finally materialized and a soft sad grin as pinned onto his face as he fingered his round glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose.
"Eirdirsceol," Percy said, his voice muted as if he were speaking through cotton, "Hello. What is it?" He turned towards Rivener as the scoprion raevan opened the door. "Something you need?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 1:44 pm
Rivener couldn't have guessed the constant groaning of the house was, in fact, Fletcher's wails. The Scorpion wasn't knowledgeable enough in the ways of the spirits to make such a connection. Hell, the Scorpion was barely knowledgeable enough to make sense of Eiry's Shakespearean speech! The ghostly Raevan communicated that they should seek out Percy, that much Riv understood, and so the elder Sigel followed his sibling through the dimly lit house. The sun was only just rising, a few hours yet before the two resident humans would wake. They'd have to work fast if they wanted to avoid worrying Aphi and Isi.
Riv knew where Eiry was heading, but it was still nice of his brother to WAIT for him instead of cutting straight through the house. It meant Rivener emerged onto the back porch not long after Percy appeared. The vision of the ghostly man brought the same initial reaction it always did from Riv: the urge to reach for his camera. Thankfully, this time, Rivener hadn't thought to pocket the thing.
"Percy!" Riv breathed, his voice betraying their urgency. "We need your help. Fletcher, he's been crying for a long time. We want to help him move on, and we're thinking we might be able to accomplish that if we had his skull... Do you know where it is?" Riv wasn't sure he was asking the right questions, wasn't sure his hunch was correct about finding the skull and giving Fletcher peace at last. To be fair, Riv's hunches had been right quite a bit lately, although he couldn't think of any bit of starspeak that would be relevant to this situation. Still, he would trust his instincts.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 10:10 pm
"Fletcher?" Percy echoed, his brows rising behind the rims of his round glasses. His face took on a grave expression then, his mouth settling into a frown. The ghost shifted his clothing, pulling it straight, a habit that conveyed his nervousness, and took a few moments more to speak. It was when he had time to run his hand through his hair that he finally opened his mouth to speak.
"I remember Gillian saying that "there is still more to come" after I assisted her in the exorcism of James Wells," Percy stated. He nodded his head to himself and dropped his hand back down to his side, "The exorcism took place only a month after the young master's arrival. She wanted to avenge her husband and clean the house of any evil spirits in light of the young master's coming. Gillian lost her mind during the exorcism, which prevented the release of poor Fletcher's wandering soul. I couldn't manage to direct her in what she had to do with Fletcher's skull, she was already so mad, but it was strange, because she would talk of the future....Pardon me, I drift off sometimes. Don't have very many people to talk to, you know, and I can see you're in a hurry."
Percy straightened his small tie and continued on in a conclusion, "His skull is in the attic, where Gillian stowed it away in a box of costumes."
Eiry nodded, his mind stretching like webs in search of bonding all the connections being made thanks to Percy's input. It was strange and wonderful, Eiry thought, to hear the story coming together!
"The spirit of James is with us no longer! No danger now to hinder us in our quest!" Eiry said with a slight jump in the air. The minty raevan turned back to Percy, "Percival, join us. Long ago you helped send away James into the nothingness, now aid us again, the freedom of Fletcher!"
"Don't think that things are going to be easy just because James is gone," Percy said sternly, his gaze turning sad, "Never before has Fletcher wept so much."
"So profusely," Eiry offered up.
Percy gave a soft smirk, but it quickly faded away "Thing is...Something's out of place, and I don't know what. Fletcher knows, but..." he gave a shrug to his shoulders.
"No matter," Eiry said, reaching to Percy and pulling him towards the door, "Come, quickhurry we must, before the day breaks!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 8:05 pm
Rivener listened with eyebrows curved up high. He was glad Eiry had chosen to speak to Percy first: the man knew EVERYTHING. So Gillian, (Rivener remembered this to be old Maasi's first time) had already finished her husband's bidding, exorcising James from the home...
And after a bit of a run-on story about going mad, and talking of the future, Percy finally admitted that Fletcher's skill was stored in the attic, in an old box of costumes. Eiry used to play with old clothes and boxes, didn't he? He should be able to find that box quick!
"Yea, let's hurry. Cut through, guys, I'll meet you up there as soon as I can." And without waiting for another word, Rivener dashed back inside and zoomed through the house as fast as he could. He wasn't making as straight a line as the other two would towards the attic, but Rivener was strong enough to propel himself rather quickly through the house; by the time he pushed open the attic door and came to a stop, Eiry and Percy would have just gotten there.
"Eiry, any idea which box Percy might have meant?" the Scorpion asked, glancing around with a growing feeling of anxiety. It felt tense.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 12:55 pm
Eiry, followed his brother's directions, headed up through the house, disregarding every wall and every obstruction as if they were curtains, simply pushing through them, until he found himself and Percy entering the attic. Upon entering, they paused their rush, for a dreadful noise graced their entrance, and they pulled themselves into the room slowly.
It was Fletcher. The ghostling boy was sitting in the darkest corner of the attic upon the floor, weeping uncontrollably and rubbing uselessly at the tears in his eyes. His mouth was open in a dreadful scream, a keening shriek that made Eiry momentarily wobble to the floor as he sought to control the loud noise piercing his delicate ears.
Percy also showed signs of disliking the noise. He scrunched his nose in a frown and faulted in his step as he tried to make his way over to Fletcher. He knelt by the boy and tried to talk with him, speak or distract him from screaming, but it was no use. Fletcher was purely vexed by something, screaming as if in horror, like he was stuck in a waking night terror.
Eiry, as soon as he managed to accustom himself to the incessant noise, scrambled up from the floor and with the flap of his wings, rushed through the cardboard boxes. Rivener's thoughts of suspicion were right: Eiry did often play with those boxes and costumes! It was he who rearranged them in the attic and disemboweled their contents in curiosity. Red eyes searching and flinching every time Fletcher's scream reached a peak, the sigel dug through the boxes, moving amoung their square shapes without care.
He had to find the cardboard box labeled "Hallow's", that's where it was stored! Eiry knew that skull and he felt like an idiot not knowing what it was before! In all honesty, he thought it was a decoration, a plaything set out on furniture places for Halloween. To Eiry, it was a prop for Shakespearean reenactments.
He even called it, 'Yoric', an easy reference to Hamlet.
Pushing a messy lock of hair out of his eyes, Eiry finally focused in on the box that held the words "Hallow's" written on the side. He lunged for it and ripped it open, searching madly through the old moth eaten costumes in search for the skull. Sure enough, it was there, wrapped up neatly where he had left it last.
"Here!" Eiry shouted, lifting it high and surfing above the cardboard boxes. He came out just in time to see a whirlwind of attic trinkets throw Percy into and through the wall.
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