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 Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 6:54 pm
The spirit stared at Michael for a long time, before a slow, soft smile spread across her sickly features. He was so polite. And handsome.
"What about?" She asked. "Did you really come all this way to talk to me?" She looked up at him, inquisitive, but too polite to make demands. At least, of Michael.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 7:01 pm
"We did, yes," Michael replied with a little inclination of his head. "We'd heard of you as far away as America, and we wanted to come and make sure that you were alright." It wasn't a lie. The concern of the FBPI was for the offending entities as much as it was for their victims. A spirit trying to kill people was clearly not well.
"Your house is very beautiful, by the way. I haven't seen very much, but it reminds me of home. My name is Michael, by the way. Michael Decker." He bowed again. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss."
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 7:11 pm
All the way to America? But that trip was weeks by ship! No one would make that kind of trip just to speak with her. She paused, brushing her hair behind her ear with a hand.
"I think you're being dishonest, Michael Decker," she said. "I won't press you. Thank you for that; I take good care of my things. My name is Elise Winsett," She glanced towards Maia, and then returned her gaze to Michael.
"I died in here," she said, as if in thought. "This house. That bed."
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 7:18 pm
A ghost she was! That would be helpful in the long run. It was unusual to find one so accepting of their own death, though he supposed that he had accepted his right off. People coped in different ways.
"I'm very sorry for that," Michael replied. Clearly she didn't know precisely who they were, but that was fine. The fact that she knew she was dead would make things scores easier. "I died myself in eighteen-twenty, back in England. My companions had heard of me from America as well, and they came to help me. After that, I joined them to help people like me. If I'm not being too presumptuous, to help people like us."
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 7:24 pm
Lissie's hand dropped from her hair. She stared at him for a long, long while, eyes wide and sad. "I don't need their help," she said. "Or yours. I was perfectly fine until they started barging in on my home! They started destroying it! Tearing things up, throwing things away. I couldn't bare it! They had no respect for people's property. They're gone now."
She sounded almost smug. She looked towards Maia again, and back to Michael. "Come sit with me," she invited.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 8:04 pm
"That is true, they are gone now, but they plan to return," Michael said. He wasn't going to add that she needed to leave because it was someone else's house now, the same as her family had bought hers. If there had been a ghost haunting her faimly's house, wouldn't they have hired an exorcist to be rid of it?
With a bow of the head, Michael came up beside Elise and followed her into the room. He would not enter or sit without her urging.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2017 9:14 am
"They won't come back," Lissie insisted, crossing her arms. She looked up at him, challengingly. "They won't come back, I won't let them. I won't."
She sat on her bed, conjuring a teacup. "And you won't be helping them come back, will you, Michael Decker? They destroy my property, you know."
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2017 9:17 am
"I will not," Michael agreed with a little nod, "but I have no control over their wanderings. I wish we could all be left alone, but the living aren't often so kind. They forget about us, even if we haven't crossed on." Why the dead ceased to matter beyond memory and worship was beyond him any more, but he did know that it was the way of the living. He had no idea what his family had done after his death, but he imagined that it was quite the same.
"We are here for you, not for them. They purchased the house, and they imagine it theirs, and they think that their work is returning it to its natural state."
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2017 10:36 am
Lissie hesitated. She took a sip of her tea to cover her surprise. "You really want to help me?" She asked. No one had ever cared so much, not about her. Her own family had failed to fetch a doctor when she became so ill she couldn't leave her room.
"I don't like them being here."
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2017 10:44 am
Michael tilted his head slightly. "Do you mean my companions, or the people who purchased the house?" He shook his head then, curls bouncing slightly.
"Either way, the men downstairs are our best men, and Maia our best woman. The people who bought this house are merely people. They are wealthy people, no doubt, but simply people."
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2017 10:54 am
"Both," Lissie said, frowning. "What are all those strange objects they have? Some kind of sorcery? I don't like them. I'll talk to you and her," she gestured to Maia.
"I don't like the pointy eared demon. Please remove him from my property."
Maia coughed in the background, covering a smile. Poor Lori.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2017 11:00 am
"Oh, those?" Michael asked, gesturing to the walkie. "They're a modern communication device, though not the most recent, I must admit. They transmit voices within a very short distance. They're personal radios, more commonly called 'walkie-talkies,' which I do think is a silly name. It's very on-the-nose, don't you think?" Making personal connections and calling for agreement could be important in making friends with a ghost who was not quite rational, but not entirely gone either.
He grinned then at this new name for Lori. "A demon he is not, I assure you!" he said gaily, "He is an elf, of a faerie variety. To be honest, the reason we brought so large a crew is because we weren't sure at first of what you were, exactly; human, or faerie. Frankly, miss, I am not so convinced now that you are not some faerie being, as charming as you are to the eye." Flattery also was not likely to go amiss, though an apology would be easy to strike if it was needed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2017 11:12 am
Michael's explaination was met with curiousity. Lissie took the walkie talkie in her hand, and studied it. A personal radio? Oh! So you could walk and talk! It was like being in person, then? But you couldn't see them. "It's very strange," she said.
A faerie? "I used to pretend there were fairies in my garden," she mused. "They weren't quite so big." She paused at the compliment, color coming into her cheeks.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2017 11:19 am
"A lot of the world today is very, very strange," Michael agreed with a little laugh. Elise had either been dormant or ignorant during her period of inactivity. Either way, he couldn't blame her.
He wasn't immune to the blush in her cheeks, but the only indication he gave was to continue smiling a bit lopsidedly. It was not quite a smirk, but near there. "There are many types of fairy! There are the small, shimmery sort as well, but there are also the old-fashioned sort, like him. He's an f-a-e-r-i-e, not an f-a-i-r-y. We work in a business that deals with the supernatural-- 'entities,' we call them. Everyone has their specialty, though. Would you be pleased if I was able to convince some of our team to go home? Knowing that you're human means we don't need so large a team, and our surveillance can be further limited."
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2017 11:33 am
"Will you tell me about the world?" Lissie asked. Michael seemed to know a lot about it, he must have been out and among the living more. "What are those metal birds in the sky that make those horrible noises? I see them through my window. And what are those little boxes that everyone stares at while they walk? It's very strange behavior."
She looked back at Maia. "You can go," she said, gesturing towards the door.
"You can tell them to go home through this," she held up the walkie talkie. "You have to answer all my questions."
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