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 Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 6:41 pm
"He's Unseelie. They do that," Michael said. "We're lucky he's not trying to murder employees. I hear they have his bridle. That's good."
He nodded then, leaning on his hand or at least appearing to. To himself he was always solid. To others? Not so much. As it was he was semi-transparent if you squinted hard enough. "Is there anything I can do to help? I'd offer you tea, but we'd have to go to the lounge." The employee break room.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 7:18 pm
"I think he's lousy at killing things," Maia said. "He couldn't even kill me." She shook her head. "He seems to be passionate about letting Pac man die though."
"You are helping," she assured him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 7:33 pm
"He has no magic," Michael said. "If they hadn't found him so soon, who knows?" He nodded then and took Maia's hand in his other. He was room-temperature, but solid. Definitely there. Radiating friendliness. Ghosts had the odd habit of emanating certain feelings depending upon their mood or desires. Maia was lucky to only see this side.
"I would offer to bring you out in your boyfriend's stead but I'm sure you can see the problems there."
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 8:13 pm
Maia paused, studied Michael a moment, and then said, "I'm off work, I could take you out." Willful possession seemed to ensure Michael's strength and safety. "What would you like to do?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 8:18 pm
Michael's eyes narrowed.
"You don't have to do that." She was hurting. She wanted a companion. She was desperate. There was no other reason to offer to take a ghost out on the town. "It's best I don't leave the headquarters." Which was Michael-ese for 'I would have to come home with you and that's strange.'
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 8:27 pm
Maia blinked. "Have you ever been to the movie theater?" she asked. Or the park. Or the lake. "You could come over." There was nothing wrong with having a friend over; they'd had Lori and Luca the entire time, for winter vacation!
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 8:30 pm
"Yes," Michael said, but it had only been in a modern fashion. Toby took him out from time to time when he was feeling stir-crazy, as opposed to the crazy he couldn't help. "You don't have to do that. If I were to stay, it would only be fair to bring an object. Something here so I'm not stuck in you, and you're not stuck bringing something of yours back here." Maia did fae. She didn't do ghosts.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 8:37 pm
"Which is your object?" Maia asked. Toby had mentioned sometimes taking Michael along on missions that way, before she'd gotten to know the ghost.
"What would you like to do?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 8:41 pm
"Well, why don't we do a little trial first?" Michael asked. Maia might be uncomfortable when it actually came down to it. He didn't want that happening. "I'll show you what it's like to lose control. If you want to talk, it'll take that. Just brief little pops with it. Your boyfriend is amused by it. Others, not so much." He was smirking as he stood from his chair. It wasn't an entirely friendly smile, but when talking about his object...
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 8:45 pm
A trial? Maybe mentioning his object had been insensitive. "Alright," she agreed. Toby was amused by--a number of things, loss of control included, apparently.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 8:50 pm
"All you have to do is inhale. All of it, most of it... all you need is enough. Trust me. I won't do anything untoward."
Michael began to dissipate, becoming a thick white mist not so thick as the water vapor out of a factory stack, but not so ethereal as seaside fog either. it began at his fingertips and ran up his body, and all of him was gone in about 7 seconds, or at least he was transformed. The mist came close to Maia and waited there, just as it had for Toby.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 8:58 pm
As the mist moved towards her, Maia took a deep breath. She did trust Michael, she'd seen scary things and heard of monstrous things, and Michael really wasn't either of those. He was just a person.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 9:02 pm
The mist would be engulfed in three or four deep breaths, but the amount Maia took would be up to her own discretion. There would be a moment of nothing. She would feel in control, and yet her hand lifted and wiggled its fingers toward her, entirely on its own.
"This is a loss of control," she said. it was her own voice, not some strange flanged devilish tone like the movies said. Maia would be unable to move her own limbs. She was merely a guest in her own body, still seeing and feeling. She took a step forward, and a step back, and then all of a sudden her control would return or, more so, be shared.
"If you wish to speak, this is the only way to do so. I can remove myself entirely, and be in the state you just were. Seeing, feeling. It really is quite different." Her hand flexed, again against her will, but she could just as easily move it herself.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 9:35 pm
It was definitely an unnerving feeling, but she wasn't frightened. Not being in control of her body felt a bit like sleep paralysis, except she was wide awake.
She wiggled her fingers experimentally when she felt the control shift.
"So we share?" she asked. "What's your object? I'll take you home."
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 9:39 pm
Michael shook his head without really thinking about it, and Maia thus shook her head as well.
"I'm sorry. It's up in the attic, but any object should work fine. Of course I can't speak as easily from there, but I'll be happy to recreationally haunt your house until tomorrow morning. Now, how would you prefer we play the power dynamic, hm? Because right now you're standing in my room talking to yourself." And now he had breasts. Also rather singular.
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