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 Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 6:45 pm
 OOC: Naw its ok, i was just run down earlier. I just ate :3
"You may, although im not sure what chain you mean." She smiled softly.
Mai would have taken a deep breath if she could. "Let's." She spoke softly, almost a whisper.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 11:23 am
 
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𝕬nton 𝖁ladimir 𝕱riedrich von und zu 𝕶leist
1346 - 1356
𝖂itz, 𝕮insicht, 𝖂issenschaft, 𝕲eschmack, 𝕭escheidenheit,
𝖚nd 𝕸enschenlieb 𝖚nd 𝕿apferkeit,
𝖚nd 𝖆lle 𝕿ugenden 𝖛ereint 𝖒it 𝖆llen 𝕲aben 𝖇esass 𝖉er, 𝖉en 𝖒an 𝖍ier 𝖇egraben.
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𝕿he boy's green eyes watched as the girl smiled at him
"Huh... Well, we can talk about that later. Let's not waste any more time, shall we?"
In fact, they had all the time in the world to waste, since they both were already dead. The little boy closed his eyes and touched the broken bond of Mai's soul, which was gently flowing in the air. Just a quick touch would have been enough, but he didn't hurry. Mai was able cut the technique in this point by suddenly moving away before Vlad would open his mouth.
♪♫♬
...Dead and forgotten
She lies in her bed,
With her eyes wide open
Sing, sing, oh, what can I sing,
Mary Ann Cotton is tied up with string
Where, where? Up in the air~
♪♫♬
The childish, yet very eerie melody echoed around the room. It was a nursery rhyme which was born from the story of a serial killer at the 19th century. The children who witnessed the murderer's death started to sing this to tell the story forwards. So, the lyrics didn't matter - it was the intention of "telling about the death" that really matters.
♪♫♬
Mary Ann Cotton
She’s dead and forgotten,
She lies in a grave with her bones all-rotten;
Sing, sing, oh, what can we sing,
Mary Ann Cotton is tied up with string.
♪♫♬
The flashback should have already started in the beginning of the song, if the technique was a success.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 4:03 pm
The room dissolved around her at the touch of her chain. Things around her began to solidify. A bridge first, then a stream under it. Then the rocks lining the small stream, until finally she stood fifty feet away from the bridge under an old oak tree, lingering under the moon's bright glow. Mai looked down, she was solid. Mortal. But she could not control her body, it was as if she was watching television but up close to the screen. Funny thing though, she could feel. The chill of the night, the soft gust's of wind blowing her hair.
A twig snapped.
A boy about 6'0 walked down the rugged path. Mai's body turned, and her voice shocked her. "You came!" Her voice said. "I brought the gold, we can start a new life." Her voice said.
"That's wonderful, how much did you bring?" The boy said. Mai had hugged the boy at this point, but pulled away and reached down and opened a small sack. It was brimming with gold and a few jewels. "We can buy a house and start a new life away from my father's rules. We'll never have anyone tell us our love isn't ok again." But the boy was not listening. The boy's eyes changed a bit, from a loving gaze to pure greed.
"Wonderful."The boy said, he waited until Mai had turned to close the sack. He grabbed Mai's ribbon from her hair and pushed her to the ground. "What are you doing!!?" Her voice yelled. The boy was stone faced as he forced the ribbon around her neck, he squeezed harder and harder. She could feel everything. Her own screams would have turned her blood to ice, if she still had blood. But then all was silent, everything turned to black. The last thing she experienced was the feeling of being cold, and alone.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 5:39 pm
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𝕬nton 𝖁ladimir 𝕱riedrich von und zu 𝕶leist
1346 - 1356
𝖂itz, 𝕮insicht, 𝖂issenschaft, 𝕲eschmack, 𝕭escheidenheit,
𝖚nd 𝕸enschenlieb 𝖚nd 𝕿apferkeit,
𝖚nd 𝖆lle 𝕿ugenden 𝖛ereint 𝖒it 𝖆llen 𝕲aben 𝖇esass 𝖉er, 𝖉en 𝖒an 𝖍ier 𝖇egraben.
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𝖁lad couldn't do anything but watch as the girl was experiencing the flash back. Or at least he thought so, since Mai didn't seem to be very aware of her surroundings any more.
"Miss Mai?"
He had to simply wait for the experience to end. He had thought about using this move to aid escapes if he gets in trouble, since it really did take a while for the victim to get back normal again. He also had never tried to stop the technique, so he didn't even know if it's possible.
Then the girl's neck started to show signs of being strangled. That was part of the ability - the "victim" will literally experience it again. The damage would disappear as soon as the flashback was over, but for now... Vlad could clearly see it.
I wonder.... What happened to her?
"...Miss?"
Vlad touched gently Mai's shoulder, as if he'd try to wake her up. He was very curious of knowing what would the girl have just witnessed. His other arm was wrapped tightly around Rosalinda, once again.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 5:43 pm
The blackness faded away, she was sitting back in her dorm. She looked around and saw Vlad once again. "I was murdered, by someone i thought loved me." Was all she said.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 2:21 pm
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𝕬nton 𝖁ladimir 𝕱riedrich von und zu 𝕶leist
1346 - 1356
𝖂itz, 𝕮insicht, 𝖂issenschaft, 𝕲eschmack, 𝕭escheidenheit,
𝖚nd 𝕸enschenlieb 𝖚nd 𝕿apferkeit,
𝖚nd 𝖆lle 𝕿ugenden 𝖛ereint 𝖒it 𝖆llen 𝕲aben 𝖇esass 𝖉er, 𝖉en 𝖒an 𝖍ier 𝖇egraben.
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𝖁lad noticed that the girl woke up. She still seemed to be a bit distant, but at least she was she was aware of her surroundings now. She only spoke a few words, and those words were telling that she was killed by her lover.
"Ah... I'm sorry."
Vlad thought that the girl looked like she would rather not like to talk much about it. But as a curious kid Vlad still had to ask about it. Children haven't developed their social skills yet, so that is the very reason why they have the courage to do and say things that adults usually would avoid doing, because they are afraid of what others might think.
"...You... were strangled by him, right?"
The boy looked away from Mai. He knew that personal topics like this were awkward, even though he was still a child. But even a kid can see when others are not feeling so well.
In fact, he had seen a lot of suffering during his life as a ghost. That was kind of inevitable, because he was studying necromancer arts after all. However, he had never liked the pain and suffering. He can ignore and not think about it, but that does not mean that he would accept it. That is exactly why he became a benevolent necromancer instead of your every day villains that they are often seen as.
The little boy simply wanted to help others.
[OOC: Maybe Scorpio should move in with Mai and Aelita? He can live in a basement or something, so he can sleep during the daytime if he's too tired. I dunno. ]
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 3:14 pm
Mai regained her composure and smiled a bit. "I could feel the love i had for him, it was unlike anything i have ever felt before." She spoke softly. "He may have killed me, but i can't bring myself to hate him. In fact i hope the treasure he killed me over brought him happiness." She smiled.
OOC: Sure c:
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 1:24 pm
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𝕬nton 𝖁ladimir 𝕱riedrich von und zu 𝕶leist
1346 - 1356
𝖂itz, 𝕮insicht, 𝖂issenschaft, 𝕲eschmack, 𝕭escheidenheit,
𝖚nd 𝕸enschenlieb 𝖚nd 𝕿apferkeit,
𝖚nd 𝖆lle 𝕿ugenden 𝖛ereint 𝖒it 𝖆llen 𝕲aben 𝖇esass 𝖉er, 𝖉en 𝖒an 𝖍ier 𝖇egraben.
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𝕿he boy saw that the girl had cheered up a bit. She told that she felt no hatred towards the man who betrayed her. That sounded quite unbelievable, in Vlad's opinion.
So many ghosts have snapped and gone mad because of that kind of events. Those malevolent ones are of course rare, but they have made the normal humans think that ghosts are something that one should be afraid of. That is why Vlad never liked them much.
"...You sound like a kind woman."
The girl really had acted very kindly from the start. She could be a good kindergarten teacher, actually. Vlad couldn't think of many kindergartens that would hire ghosts, but he thought that it might be possible somewhere. After all, they have schools for supernatural beings too, so maybe there's also a kindergarten somewhere.
"I don't really know what happened to myself, so I can't relate to your feelings yet, miss."
He had not researched this school much just yet. He is very knowledgeable when it comes to human world's history and mysteries, but he still hasn't been working at the school for long enough to reach the same level of knowledge about it. After all, he had spent centuries to learn about the human world. And besides, right now he had other mysteries that he wanted to solve first.
[OOC: Danke schön~ And sorry for the late reply again.]
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