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 Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 6:52 pm
Malo turned to look at him and for a flash of a second, it was not Malo. It was a monster, essence foaming at his mouth, eyes burning with a brilliant fire and reflecting all the light into a feral shine. His whole body was in shadows, save for that little burst of flame in his chest, which was glowing brighter. "Its not really food." He said, almost becoming normal again as he wiped his lips, leaving the man twitching and gasping and grabbing for the wall or any form of support.
"Its fuel for the fire." He spat a small wad of the purple and white and black stuff into the air as a display. "Many ghosts need it or we vanish." At this, he vanished, giggling as he slipped out of the dungeon, his voice echoing and the only sign of him that horrific chest fire.
"May you have a good life down here, Atticus. It is a life fitting the guilty." On his way out, the invisible body grabbed the guest book and left it at the top of the stairs...just to be a pest.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 7:00 pm
"I see."
Not really... Maybe a little bit. It'd be wonderful if Malo couldn't get in and feed. Then he'd have to go away and Atticus could have some peace and quiet for once, bar the cries of the newer prisoners who's spirits hadn't been completely shattered yet. The boy grumbled quietly to himself once he was sure Malo was gone. He didn't feel like going up the stairs to retrieve the book, but if someone slipped and fell down the stairs, he'd really be in for it.
With a sigh, he trekked up the stairs and retrieved it.
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