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 Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 9:52 pm
"You take the reigns," Maia offered. "Pick an object? I don't know what'd work best--" any object? So... A teddy bear? A doll..? No, that was creepy. Too many scary movies about dolls.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 10:03 pm
Michael asserted himself again. In a body, he was stronger physically, but far less powerful in the ghostly sense. He pulled down the ladder into the attic (which was a false attic built above his room, of course) and smartly avoided the original object. He'd had the agents help him hide it when they'd first come. Instead he opened a chest and pulled out an old skeleton key.
"How about this? It's nice and innocuous, no? And... you don't have any pockets. Hm." He dug further. "How about this?" It was just a silly tchotchke, an antique ring Toby had picked up from one of those curiosity shops for him. "How about this? You can wear it, and take it off at home." He held it so he and Maia could see. Clearly Michael had spent some time polishing the relic.
"I apologize for how garishly we chose to dress back when I was alive."
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 10:19 pm
Maia admired the ring for a moment and put it on. "I always thought clothes from the victorian era were charming, if uncomfortable looking." She couldn't imagine anyone wearing outfits like she'd seen on Google in Arizona weather.
"Is there anything you've never done that you'd like to?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 10:25 pm
"Yes. Uncomfortable by standards now, but back then it was the norm. You could be more or less comfortable as a woman depending upon the undergarments, not that I spent much time perusing them," Michael said. He slipped the ring onto an innocent finger on Maia's right hand so as to not accidentally symbolize anything, and then turned Maia's hands over, just to look at them.
"I've done much. It's spring, is it not? Are there any gardens around here? I'd love to see the flowers."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 1:52 am
Maia snickered and shook her head. Whether Michael perused them or not was of no consequence.
"Toby has a garden in our yard, and there's the garden square park. It's pretty. Full of daffodils and tulips and--you'll see when we get there."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 12:03 pm
"Good," Michael said, "That sounds exciting." When you'd died and haunted a manor fora couple hundred years, it was the little things that were exciting. He had seen generations come and go, but not a garden in twice as long.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 12:13 pm
Maia smiled. She headed towards the exit. "We'll hail a cab and be on our way to the park. The cherry blossom trees are in bloom," She added, happily.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 12:16 pm
"Of course. Lead the way."
Michael receded, becoming a warm, friendly sort of feeling running through Maia's body. He was here to keep her company while her boyfriend was away, not use her as a vehicle to do whatever he'd like in the flesh.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 12:36 pm
Once out of the HQ and beyond the agriculture building they used as a disguise. She called a cab and waited. This would be fun! Michael was looking forward to seeing the flowers.
"Do you have a favorite flower?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 12:38 pm
Michael emerged just a little further. "No." Then he was gone again. When the cab arrived he refused to speak, as well Maia should, and when the cab stopped Michael resisted the urge to take control of Maia's head to look around. He was only a guest in this body after all.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 12:44 pm
Maia stepped out of the cab. "Go ahead," she muttered. He could take the reigns, he'd wanted to see the flowers; she was looking forward to seeing him enjoy them.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 12:53 pm
Michael chose to not take full control. People tended to grow uneasy if they lacked control for too long, and so he shared. He could explore, and so could Maia. He wandered through the garden with a smile on his face, pausing here or there to smell or touch a particular bud. Sensation was different inside of a body. It was almost addictive. Luckily he'd been retrained into a little of self-control and respect. Besides, the werewolf had learned to force him out.
He began to hum, and that was perhaps the oddest sensation; for your mouth to be doing things you had definitely not said. He couldn't help himself, though. The day was warm and the flowers were pert and happy for it.
When they came upon the cherry blossoms he grinned and reached up to gently stroke a flower with Maia's fingers. My, they were beautiful.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 1:10 pm
Maia was smiling. Michael was truly enjoying himself. "You know, we could plant some flowers for you to take back home." Maybe he might like to take care of something. "I know this flower shop and they sell bulbs and plants of all sorts."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 1:16 pm
Michael turned to look at Maia, which only made Maia look over her own shoulder. Was she sure she wanted to be talking?
"It might die," he said offhandedly. None of these plants seemed to be dying in his hands, though. Maybe it was the fleshy padding. "That might be nice, though. ...the room doesn't get any sunlight."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 1:23 pm
"I can help you look after it," Maia offered. She took the backseat, inviting Michael to take charge.
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