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 Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 12:23 pm
"Coailiann Grace..." Ianna's warning tone echoed through the shop as she spotted her sidhe daughter climbing up a ladder in an attempt to get one of the artifacts at the top of one of the shelves. It wouldn't have normally been a problem but that ladder had a wobble.
The sidhe shot her mother a dirty look before climbing down, artifact in hand. Apparently, her mother had decided that she was getting into too much trouble. She didn't know why...All she had done was accidently lock herself in Matilda's pocket realm for a good hour.
"Home."
Another dirty look was given and the sidhe slid through the portal, leaving Ianna to sit alone doing inventory. Perhaps she'd get lucky and one of the last remaining wands would find a home.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 12:45 pm
Alana hissed through her teeth, storming down the sidewalk. Stupid, stupid children! Stupid, stupid teenagers! The elf tossed back her long black hair, hauling her shopping bags behind her. How DARE her little girl jump out the third floor window? "I just wanna make a crack like Croooout" Alana snarled, mockingly.
The little preteen certainly HAD made a crack. And then gotten up off the ground and glared at the offending bench that had broken under the impact.
And that had been Alana's cue to go shopping. When all else failed, buy clothes. She sighed, eyes drifting over the shops, when one caught her eye. What was this shop? She turned, intending to walk away, but found that her feet weren't really listening to her. Damn.
Opening the door, hauling the bags behind her, she peeked into the shop. "Hello?" her husky voice was hesitant, floating into the shop. She blinked her tri-colored eyes, making sure the glamour was still there. What was this place? "Is anyone here?" How often was any shop left abandoned? Really. Pfff.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 12:52 pm
Ianna raised a brow at the voice and coughed, "Of course I'm here," she said, somewhat irritably. Coailiann had been getting on her nerves as of late, and she didn't appriciate her...distantness. Or resentment. Ah well, it was part of childhood she supposed.
"Welcome to Ghosts of the Past, may I he---"
A soft ping in the back of her head and Ianna started. Matilda had returned from wherever she was? Lovely. More wand missions soon, she guessed.
"lp you?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 1:00 pm
Alana smiled airily at the shop person. Lovely, someone to talk to! "Ghosts of the Past?" she asked curiously, looking about. "Is this supposed to be an antiques store?" She liked antiques. But there didn't SEEM to be any antiques. Or ghosts for that matter.
She approached the woman, hands drifting over the boxes on the wall. They felt old to her, many older than herself. So old at times they felt alive to her. Ew. She wiped her hands on her black pants, wiping off the cobwebby feeling she always got whenever she let her shields down too far. "My name is Alana."
She felt rather absurd. What was she doing here anyways. There wasn't anything particularly pretty here for her to purchase. Nothing flashy, or glittery. And she so loved her flashies. "What do you sell?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 12:00 pm
"Mmm? Sell? This and that and the other...Matilda," she quietly murmured, "I'm not stupid. I've been doing this for a while. Lemm...N....Bu....Grah! Fine!"
She hissed softly and looked rather annoyed, seemingly talking to no one at all. Perhaps she was crazy? No. The silver haired woman looked perfectly sane save the wild and crazy hair that refused to be brushed and stuck out at all odd places.
"It seems my daughter wishes to skip formalities. Touch the book, it should explain some things. You're a mother, in any case, of a ghostling. Go ahead, touch the book."
Alana couldn't claim the child without first the book recognizing her, unfortunately. Of course if she told people that they'd never touch the book...
was a miracle considering her accident prone self.
The minute Alana touched the book the cover flew open, an invisible wind winding through the pages and blowing them rapidly open until it landed, quite suddenly, on a well-worn page. On the page was a very life-like sketch of the wand on her desk. Under the picture read:
"Turkey. Wand ID 00030. A Soul has been trapped within the confines of the wand. Congratulations, you have become the next guardian to take on the task of raising it from infancy to greatness. We, Ianna and I, have the upmost faith in you to complete your task dutifully. Best of luck,
Matilda."
"Mmm, by the looks of it I'd say it was some Harem girl or something. Veil, the country...The jewels. However, I'm not quite sure and neither is Matilda."
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 1:09 pm
Alana had reached out, touched the book. Glancing down at the page, the purple-eyed female raised a dark eyebrow.
"Turkey. Wand ID 00030. A Soul has been trapped within the confines of the wand. Congratulations, you have become the next guardian to take on the task of raising it from infancy to greatness. We, Ianna and I, have the upmost faith in you to complete your task dutifully. Best of luck,
Matilda."
Alana pursed her lips, eyeing the image of the wand. "I see." she muttered. Great. Another one. Grrrrrr. But more importantly... "So, ummm... What the hell is going on here? I touch a book. Whoo, wind, and now I am being told I am the guardian of a soul? A harem girl?"
Harem girls were, well, girly, weren't they? She didn't know how to raise a girl. Hell, the girliest child she had was a male! Her girls were more manly than one or two of her ex boyfriends!
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 1:13 pm
"The book is infused with my daughter's soul. My daughter's soul is given to spring these children back into life. They've lived before, died horribly, and are now given a second chance. They're magical children and they cannot come back into existance without someone to care for them. This soul chose you. Of course, the reason behind it is unknown. All I know is the soul chooses the guardian."
The woman shrugged her shoulders, "Touch the wand, go ahead."
If she did, there would be a small flash of light and a warm pulsating feeling for a split moment, like that of a beating heart, before it faded away once more and the wand was back to normal.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 1:53 pm
Alana was a sucker for a sob story. Trapped souls definitely counted as a sob story. The elven woman reached out with one slender hand, and wrapped her long fingers around the cool wood. As she touched it, she would have sworn the felt the wand pulse, felt something, but it faded almost as soon as it started. Maybe she was crazy.
Okay, chances were she was crazy.
"Okay... So... what do I do now? Shouldnt, you know... a baby or teen or something come out?" Alana's glamoured eyes glanced over at Ianna. "That was kind of anticlimactic."
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 1:57 pm
Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, Ianna shook her head, "No, the wand was just acknowledging you. There will be two more stages after the wand before the child emerges completely. A wisp and a baby ghost. These are the most fragile times for the child so make sure you don't let them get sucked up by something..."
She paused a moment, "It's time to show you the headquarters. Follow me."
The woman stood from her seat and moved to the door to the right of the desk. When opened, it looked completely dark as if it lead to nowhere. She stepped through, obviously expecting the woman to follow.
As they entered the main lobby Via the portal connecting the shoppe and the headquarters, the first thing noticable was the vast...largeness...of it. The high ceilings, edged with gold, the large chandeliers dripping with crystals, the smooth white tile-floors, colorful rugs, and beautiful paintings.
To the left was a large recreational area complete with a large flat-screen television, several rows of various games, movies, video game systems and books. There was a basket of toys in the corner, full of plushies, dolls, cards and various other objects which would appeal to most ages. Included in the area were several comfy looking couches and plush chairs just made for sitting, lounging or bouncing in. It seemed to be heaven on a fluffy carpet. It even had a foos-ball table and an air-hockey table....and for the slightly more food-minded GoTP, a mini fridge always full.
To the right was a large elaborate counter, which seemed to have a force-field of some sort around it, keeping anyone who was not Ianna or Matilda from going behind it. On the counter lay a roster with the names of all the Ghostly children and their guardians, and an appointment book.
From there, it branched off into halls with rows and rows of rooms. Some were storage, some were guest rooms, some were bathrooms, and one very large and ornate door to the end of the hall led to the gardens.
"Well. It's not too much, but it's home. You're welcome here any time. The children need to interact, after all."
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 3:12 pm
Alana wrinkled her nose. This would be trouble. She wasn't exactly motherly. "Is it machine washable?" she asked curiously. She didn't exactly have the best track record with keeping completely dependent things alive, and nonliving things unbroken.
She eyed the headquarters, admiring it. It was really quite elegant. Well then, okay... I take care of a stick, and it grows into a baby, and then it'll grow up if I am a good mommy and live. I think I can manage that. The elf smoothed her skirt and looked the area over, trying to become familiar with it. After all, if she was a "guardian", then she would be spending quite a bit of time here.
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