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Celestriakle

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PostPosted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 12:23 am


Who: Snoof (Sloane) and Celestriakle (Aysel)


Aysel was a happy girl. Or was it woman? Citizen? She didn't know; she didn't care. After having fallen stale for so long, her research was advancing. She could finally get some outside opinions. Her dress was unusually simple and plain, in various shades of beige and cream: long-sleeved, collared, but warm. A cloth band tied around her waist, and from it hung a clear bottle, about the size of a shot glass, half full of writhing black sludge. It had been corked and stabbed through with a screw eye so she could hang it from her belt or wherever else she pleased. Already, some of the townfolk had noticed, often either asking her what it was or avoiding her completely. Whenever she answered, 'I don't know,' nearly always they just moved on, but one person had referred her to someone they thought could help identify it. A poor, low level mage who wanted a toll for his services. Naturally, since she had no money with her, she had left unanswered. But her hopes were undampened; the day was just beginning.

Noon was preparing to peak; the actual time could be called 11 AM. Once more, it was a market day; whenever she needed something specific and specialized, she always came on a market day. Most often she could find the services she needed then. Briefly, she reflected on her last trip on such a day; that had certainly been an interesting experience. Such an odd little creature that woman had. The weather was nice then; today was a bit more oppressive: Gray clouds coated the sky and a wind grazed the population, but humidity, in its own strange way, had brought the temperature back up. For a while, she weaved among the crowds and stalls, but then she had to take a break. People were so taxing. She broke away from the masses and leaned against a bare stone wall, inhaling a deep breath.
PostPosted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 8:03 am


A tall, cloaked figure stepped solemnly through the rocky path leading to a nearby town. Having traveled a few nights by carriage, Sloane felt this to be close enough where he would hoof it the rest of the way. Never had he imagined Helios and Shyregoed to be so far from one another and it had been the first time he had left for such an extended period.

The first time he visited Helios it had been with his Lady on a quick political meeting, but it all seemed to have gone so much faster when she was there to converse with (or rather, when she was there to listen to him talk) but it didn't matter now. Home was in sight, this town lying on the outskirts of the snowy region, and he breathed in the frosty air with a delighted sigh.

Well, as delighted as he could be while returning home a failure.

When he entered, it seemed lively and bustling, and the Plague had to smile despite himself. This area seemed so much more helpful and without distress than Helios. Of course, Shyregoed was renowned for its strong inhabitants, able to survive the harsh conditions with ease and never think of living any other way. He was nearly there, he was nearly home...

Some supplies were bought with most of his remaining schillings; dried and salted meat, some bread and two flasks of water, all of which were either tied to his belt or kept in a pouch around his waist. That would be enough for the rest of the journey, it wasn't as though Plagues needed to eat and hydrate like humans did, and certainly not nearly as much. It was more of a creature comfort than anything and it made Sloane feel more at ease when he had food and drink available.

People were passing him left and right, not giving him a second thought. Occasionally there was a child, covered in dirty from playing and chasing their friends, rushing past patrons and citizens to continue their games. One, however, passed by at a normal pace, seeming to be going about her own business as though she had some sort of mission. Around her waist was tied something most peculiar, and entirely too familiar. It wriggled impatiently, as though it was expecting something to be done for it, like being taken out of the bottle.

The acrid scent of decay surrounded it, intensified by his own sensitivity to it. As a Plague, being able to sniff out a Plague was the easiest thing one could do, it just came naturally and made finding more Plagues all the more enjoyable when you could detect them like so.

Instincts took over.

Sloane diverted from his path and kept his eyes locked on the glass of plague, weaving in and out of the crowd and between people so they didn't bump shoulders. Where was this child going with such an item? Was she a Grimm? Was that wriggling mass of plague to transform? No, this was different... but she must have gotten it from somewhere, and he was determined to at least find that out.

Snoofington
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Celestriakle

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PostPosted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 11:05 pm


She rested against that wall, eyes closed, diffusing, for several moments, then slowly opened her eyes and scanned the flow of people. Or, at least, that was what she had intended to do. Instead, almost instantly, she honed in on Sloane, looking at he who looked at her. It almost surprised her that he wasn't attracting more attention than he did; to her, he seemed so out of place. But, and she recognized this possibility, perhaps it was just the fact that he was staring at her that made him such an enormous beacon. Actually, it wasn't just her, it was her bottle... Her eyes narrowed slightly, an eyebrow raised, and her hand closed around the bottle. She took a small sidestep, just to make sure he wasn't admiring the architecture, and studied him a little more closely. The bright red hair, the shining armor, and those eyes... What was with those eyes? Vaguely, she was reminded of Noel, his swirl of a face. Perhaps this man was some sort Plague creature too? But he was so much bigger, so human, and alone...

At last, she decided to speak. Since he was so interested, perhaps he knew what the bottled substance was. Or maybe he was just curious, like the others. She retained a normal tone, another last check, and to draw him closer. Some people had a personal bubble; she had a doughnut. Too close or too far, there was a limit for the distance at which she would be comfortable communicating in.
"H...hello."
PostPosted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 5:32 am


It did not take long for the girl to take notice of him and he felt a sudden pang of guilt; how far would he have followed her without calling out to get her attention or her getting suspicious? He might have looked like some sort of predator if she had not noticed so early on.

When she did, he stopped walking but kept eye contact, not meaning to make the situation any worse than it might have appeared. It seemed she was taking a moment or two to think, her eyes scanning his features. Instinctively, Sloane tugged his hood a bit closer, trying to at least hide his eyes which were so jarring and frightful to most, but it might have been too late for the girl. Surprisingly, she gestured for him to approach and he did so after a moment's hesitation.

Taking care not to get too close and possibly scare her off, he waited until she greeted him with her small and uncertain voice before doing the same, "Hello," and offering a small, tooth-less smile before crouching down so that they were at eye level. Resting his arms casually on his thighs, he could laugh at himself for having done this so impulsively, but he had to know.

"I apologize for staring, but I am curious -- about the vial?" he pointed an index finger briefly to the writhing black goop within its glass prison she kept tied to her waist. It smelled strongly to him and all too familiar, but it was still strange somehow. Typically, a Plague smells of two things; the decayed rot of their taint and whatever it is that was tainted, but this was highly unusual: It just smelled like concentrated taint, nothing more, so it could not have been a Plague unto itself.

Leaning forward just slightly to sniff the air around it, trying to make it seem as though he were merely adjusting himself and taking a deep breath, he presented the girl with another question. "Might I ask where you found that?" Perhaps she did not know what it was, but taint in such a plain and concentrated form surely would be hazardous to humans if touched. He could only hope she or whomever had managed to get it into the glass container had used the utmost care, as he feared that coming into contact with such a thing would no doubt bring harm, infection or death to fragile creatures such as humans.

Snoofington
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Celestriakle

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PostPosted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 10:38 pm


She wrestled with comfort and guard; she couldn't entirely tell which to feel in his presence. On one hand, there was the age-old family wisdom of 'Don't talk to strangers' and that he was not like her. She wasn't entirely sure what he was, but had come to the conclusion that he was not human. The eyes were evidence enough for her. On the other hand, he wasn't being threatening, almost friendly. His hesitance to approach seemed to support this view, though his following politeness could go either way. But most importantly, he could possibly give her the answers she so desired. In the end, she just shifted her weight from foot to foot, conflict edging her expression, until she could get a clearer reading on what she ought to feel.

She twirled the bottle in her fingertips, rolling it back and forth, but keeping a decent hold on it. She wasn't entirely ready to let it go; she had worked for that bottle. Surely she could use it for more than this. And she didn't know enough about him to relax with it. Not being the type who felt compelled to answer a question or comment directed her immediately after delivery, it took her a few moments, but she answered, her voice gaining a bit more confidence as she spoke, "I... found it dripping from a rabbit's corpse in the forest," Even to her own ears, that was a slightly disturbing answer to give, but it was the truth. "Do you know what it is?" She paused for a couple of moments, then tacked on another question, "What are you?"
PostPosted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 8:28 am


His eyes followed the girl's hands as she reached for the bottle and played with it idly. She seemed uneasy, which was understandable, and Sloane wondered if he should back up just a bit more for her to become more comfortable. Just as he was about to, she began speaking again, and his brows raised with interest.

A rabbit?

"Really," he said rhetorically, though his tone with filled with rapt interest. Hayat as a falcon was his first encounter with a truly animate Plague; the bird was alive but brimming with the infection, not showing signs of sickness or near death but almost a living personification such as he was. It was interesting, but personal bias had him more interested in the lifeless, inanimate items--he was one, after all, and that was what a corpse was, inanimate. "I believe I do, yes," he answered her second question with a sight nod, something of a smile perking across his lips though he was careful not to show any teeth.

The next question caused him to hang his head and laugh. So she had noticed after all. Oh well, she was not screaming to the heavens that he was inhuman and though she appeared quite uncomfortable she did not seem to be showing signs of true fear. Perhaps she would when he explained... "I... am like what you hold in that bottle. What you have collected there is taint, it is found on carriers of the plague. Particularly, it is found on things such as that rabbit corpse of yours..." tapping his lower lip gently with his index finger, Sloane looked down at his feet before answering more fully. "You see, the plague is not just a disease, it is a living, breathing entity... I am one of those creatures. I am a Plague," glancing up again, he attempted a sympathetic look. He really did not want to scare this girl but he felt it was surely inevitable.

Snoofington
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Celestriakle

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PostPosted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 1:01 am


Her interest peaked with confirmation, and her fingers stilled around the bottle, but it slipped into slight guard and confusion with the echo of his laughter. She wasn't wrong... Was she? A twinge of doubt sprouted in her breast, but it was quickly squashed by a reminder of what she saw and his spoken answer. Holding the bottle and tilting it in to clear view, she gazed upon it as he spoke, watching the black gunk slide around. So... Things that died from the plague excreted this? But she never saw it on her relatives... Then again, especially when it became more widespread, those bodies never stuck around for more than a couple of days. It was when he mentioned 'I' again that reminded her that the description applied not only to what she had, but also to himself.

Plague. He was a Plague.

And she had an instant knee-jerk reaction; such was her surprise. Quite opposite to what he thought was inevitable, she was not afraid. Rather, she was just very, very confused. The bottle fell from her fingers as her hands promptly went up for clarification, being held apart at a distance approximately equal to the size of Noel.
"But I thought Plagues were only this big! And they didn't really look like people!"
PostPosted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 1:46 pm


At the girl's reaction, Sloane had to double take.

There was no fear in her words, just an intense curiosity. He was not the first Plague she had encountered, perhaps? That seemed likely to the sword and he nodded at her questions, mimicking the placement of the girl's hands in relation to one another. "I was that small once, some years ago," he had to think for a moment on how to properly explain the transition for Plagues, as there were stages of growth that he did not entirely understand himself, but knew that they were inevitable and a part of a Plague's life just as a human's.

"When a baby has yet to be born, it is not unlike what you got that bit of taint from. An unborn Plague can be as lifeless as a dead rabbit, as inanimate as a sword or as full of life as a bird," he cited examples as best he could, one of them being himself. "I used to be a sword, you see... And then I became small, that size. That is when we are most like children; we are born, we can think, we can feel, we can move and speak. When one grows past childhood, they become an adult. When a Plague grows past the small size, they become very, very much like a human." Sloane lifted a hand and placed it against his chest, giving the girl a nod of confirmation. With his other, he pointed to the bottle of wriggling taint and offered up his sincere concern.

"Please, miss, you must take care of that rabbit, dead or not. Do be careful of the taint, but I feel it will grow sooner than you think... It will need as much help as you can give it." This girl -- no, this Grimm -- was knowledgeable but she lived in Shyregoed. It would be a long trek but the satisfaction of seeing a well tended to Plague would be worth the travel distance should he get the opportunity to check in on her and her rabbit. The curiosity was simply too much for Sloane to bear having no word from her and being unable to see the resulting Excito.

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Celestriakle

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PostPosted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 12:02 am


She had that funny feeling again, now that she was relatively sure that he wouldn't hurt her if he wasn't exactly harmless. She couldn't quite describe it, the twisty feeling in her gut, but she knew for certain it was from talking to something inhuman. Was it bad? Was it good? She couldn't tell. She hated such indecisiveness, but put it all aside to listen.

She hung on every word he spoke; she wanted--no, it had clearly surpassed want--she demanded to know what exactly had stumbled into her care. An entirely new world had been introduced to her. Lately, slowly, she was realizing how cut off from the world she had been, and it angered her. Anger spurred on by grief found its outlet in another emotion, her morbid curiosity. Within the space of of a few spoken sentences, her interest in the corpse developed into an obsession. She needed no request from him.

She nodded. "I will as best I can, though... I don't know exactly how I would take care of it." She smiled briefly. She was edging towards the end of the building, not out of fear, but of anxiety: She desperately wanted to go home, get her book, and check on the rabbit while she wrote down what she's learned today, but she also wanted to talk more with this Plague. "No animals or... anything, really, have ever bothered it in the months I've been monitoring it." Taking the bottle back in her fingertips, she glanced down at it and asked dubiously, "Should I give this back to the bunny, then...?" Dropping it, she felt back behind her and started just in the slightest when her hand met air. She glanced back, then asked with full courtesy, "Mr. Plague, would like to come see my bunny?" He had seemed so eager the entire time they had been speaking... and it would be able to reconcile her two conflicting desires.
PostPosted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 6:01 pm


It seemed the information he had presented, however much and haphazardly as he had explained it, was understood and Sloane nodded with her, giving a quick grin. But it seemed there were still more questions and more concerns, and Sloane was all too eager to help as best he could with this girl's queries.

After all, it was for the better interest of the still unborn Plague.

"That is a good sign, though I do not believe other animals would bother it. It is other humans I worry for, their interests in taints such as yours is constantly growing. I knew a young boy who was kidnapped and nearly had his Plague stolen from him before it was born, all so they could gain status in the Fellowship," he had to recall that this was how he and the best young man he had met yet, Chauhn Clemmings, had been introduced to one another and he had rescued the boy and his ashen 'brother' from their grasps.

The next question surprised Sloane, and he paused, unable to think of an answer at first. This girl seemed slightly intimidated by him, but much less than was expected. At the same time, she was curious at heart and unabashedly questioning of everything, so eager to learn more. "I would very much like to see your bunny." he grinned quite vividly and came to a stand, no longer matching her height by kneeling.

"By the way, my name is Sloane. What of you?" "Mr. Plague" was a cute name for sure but it wasn't one he wanted to be called more than once, it was like calling the girl before him "Miss Human" and it would probably get annoying and offensive if done repeatedly.

Snoofington
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Celestriakle

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PostPosted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 2:12 am


The moment he agreed to her offer, she turned and began walking towards the edge of town; despite her relatively small stature, at least in comparison to him, she kept a speedy pace. She knew the nickname could come off as insulting, but, at the time, she has no idea what else to address him as. Luckily for him, it wasn't something she had intended to use often.

"My name is Aysel, Aysel Vartanian."

After that introduction, she fell silent. Her brow furrowed; her expression concentrated, she was trying to determine her new potential worries and what actions to take accordingly. She didn't think she really had much to worry about when it came to people touching her corpse--no!--her Plague; they were too isolated. Too far. The only people who had a decent chance of coming across the corpse were hunters and relatives. Hunters would never bother with something already dead, and her relatives rarely ventured as far as she did, and she knew they wouldn't touch it either. She herself still hadn't. Besides, she already made sure she wasn't followed when she went out.

And then there was the issue of if--when--it grew. What would it be like? Will it be male or female? Will it remember its life as a rabbit? What makes it grow? It was this final query she voiced, among some others, when they reached the approximate halfway point to her home.

"What makes a Plague grow? How do inanimate items even get the plague? And... What's the Fellowship?"

In such isolation, she knew nothing of the politics of the competing parties.
PostPosted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 6:11 am


Her speedy response to his agreement surprised Sloane and he gave a quiet chuckle before pursuing the girl, catching up with her quickly with his long strides and soon he was stepping just barely behind her. A smile weaved its way onto his features as she introduced herself and he gave a firm nod, "Aysel is a lovely name,".

Silence followed, then, but Sloane did not mind. It didn't feel as an awkward silence, but a determined one. Aysel was concentrating, thinking, and it pleased Sloane that she seemed so serious about caring for her Plague even if it currently lay as the rotting corpse of a poor woodland creature. He had to say, he had never seen a Plague that arose from something dead, so this would be a bit of an adventure for him as well.

It was long before the silence was broken, but to Sloane's relief it was with more important questions that he could answer, and he was all too eager to assist. "It is a bit difficult to explain," he started off before attempting to put what he simply felt about it all, as opposed to knew for fact, into words, "A Plague cannot grow without the nurturing from a Grimm, so they are vital, but the exact process hasn't precisely been figured out. When I grew... I could feel my Grimm needed help, and so I changed from a sword to a Servos." It was likely the term 'Servos' would go over her head but he would explain if she asked.

"They can get the plague same as you," he responded innocently, though was aware of how awful that sounded. "It infects everything, living, dead, or void of life. It finds its way in and it stays until such a time as it can grow." A poor answer, perhaps, but it was all he could really say on the matter as he was by no means omniscient.

Finally was the question he deemed the best and most suited for a highly informative response; this would be easy. "The Fellowship of Mages, dear Aysel, is a group that is stationed here in Shyregoed but may be found all across Panymium. They perform many great feats of magic and power and are attempting to find a cure to the plague so that no more innocents die." He could not presume to beckon her with him to the Fellowship, but he did recall when he turned young Chauhn towards the Council of Sciences instead and his Lady was none too pleased with that. He could try with Aysel, but there would be no promises.

All he could hope for was that she stayed safe from the gluttonous claws of Obscuvos, she and her rotting bunny.

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Celestriakle

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PostPosted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 11:07 pm


She listened to all of his answers quietly, without interruption, ingesting the information and creating evermore questions to ask.

She frowned slightly at how little even a fully grown plague itself knew of how it grew. Although she wasn't entirely sure what the term Grimm meant, his circumstances gave a nice hint as to what might spur growth, but that still wasn't the sort of information she was looking for. And she wasn't sure how well that applied to her and her Plague either. She knew her life, at least, wasn't exactly one of thrilling, life-threatening danger.

To hear of the plague's ability to infect even lifeless things, she clutched her arms and shivered, wondering if it had gotten into anything else her family might own. For a brief moment, the fleeting image of burning everything they had brought from their old home in Imisus seemed very, very appealing, but she knew to do such a thing would be foolish and paranoid. Her mind drifted to her mother, and the thought stung; her mind recoiled and returned back to Sloane's words.

The thought of the Fellowship as a peaceful organization that sought to cure the plague contrasted some with the darker vision of it she had had thanks to the earlier anecdote about the kidnapped boy and his Plague, and it took her a moment to reconcile the images. By the way Sloane talked, it sounded as if those people were extremists, but, nevertheless... If she ever found one of its members, she decided, she would have to be wary, at the least. Even if most members were more moderate, the boy's kidnappers surely aren't the only existing extremists.

When she had put together all she felt she could from what he said, she started slowly, formulating her questions carefully. "Grimms... What are they, exactly? And Servoses; are they the small child-like Plagues? Do dead or lifeless things that have caught the plague always bleed the same sort of goop as I have in my bottle, or only ones that grow? How do you know if something that's caught the plague will grow into something like you?" She paused, biting back a sentence she thought better of. He need not know exactly how many times she's seen the disease at work. Her expression softened, and her next question came a bit more quietly, somberly. "Is it only people that the plague kills..? ... I'm sorry for all of my questions. I hope you don't mind. I just want to understand, that's all."
PostPosted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:51 am


It seemed the girl's curiosity was as ever expansive as the sky and she continued to produce question after question. For the duration of the trek he would have to answer as much as possible but the Infitialis hoped they weren't terribly far off.

"A Grimm," he began, smiling at the word as it brought a great many feelings to him, in particular of which was pride, "Is a lovely thing for a Plague. A human that cares for a Plague is a Grimm. They're called many things, but I find Grimm to be the most universal." Most individuals he had met with also used the term Grimm and he had picked it up some years ago from his Lady as she had begun using it. Plaguemongers, the Haunted, every other name for a Plague owner sounded so derogatory or misplaced, though he supposed the difference in names also bore a difference in definition for the Plague and their Keeper.

The next question came at him with little time to prepare, followed by another. They were being spouted off quickly and Sloane mumbled a moment to try and order his thoughts so as to properly answer her, waiting for a break in her breath to interject. "A Servos is a type of small Plague. There are three types of the small ones, which are referred to as Excitos," though it was all relatively regurgitated knowledge of Plagueology he had to admit being able to teach it to someone else made him feel competent and at least slightly more intelligent. "A Servos has bright white skin and dark features, while a Caedos has tainted black flesh and gleaming eyes." He only hoped the pictures he painted for the poor girl weren't too vivid, skewed or unsettling. "Then there are the Phasmas, which are an odd lot. They lack eyes, only having mouths, and come in some of the strangest shapes," at least, so he had been told. In all his life there really weren't very many Phasmas for him to interact with, rare birds akin to the Servos when compared to the extremely common Caedos.

Aysel's next two questions were a bit harder to answer and Sloane uttered a quiet 'hmm' as they continued walking, arms folded against his chest in thought. His swirled eyes watched their feet, carefully navigating over and around felled logs, sharp rocks and potential pit falls. They were getting deeper into a forested area, though patches of snow were still present in the permafrosted Northern Sanct. "They do to a certain degree. I've only been in contact with so many items in my time, and while they all have an obvious taint -- that goop -- it seems to present itself differently for each Plague... As for only ones that grow, I cannot say for sure. It is nearly impossible to measure whether a plagued item will grow or not, it all depends on the individual circumstances." The girl's questions were becoming more complicated and Sloane was starting to feel a bit deflated that he could not answer them better. Surely Lady Estratus would have more intelligent responses than he, but it seemed his answers to her queries were acceptable enough as she fell silent for a few short minutes.

"Oh, no," he chuckled, slicking back his bangs with a palm, "It's no trouble and an honor to assist a young Grimm so that she may better care for her tainted rabbit." The last question, however, did seem a bit odd. Was she perhaps wondering if the rabbit in question had died of the Plague? He supposed it could have, but would have to see if it had any wounds on it that could have caused its demise instead. "Animals are just as easily killed by it as humans," he mused simply, though amusement filled his voice again after, "And, of course, a Plague cannot die by the disease which it comprises."

The very idea of a Plague dying by the plague caused Sloane to laugh as he adjusted his cloak. He didn't mind the questions so much but he was dreadfully impatient and eager to reach the rabbit as soon as they could despite him having agreed to the journey without really asking how far of a trip it would be. His own fault, he supposed, but once they got there he was sure it would be worth the time and effort.

"I don't imagine it's much farther, is it, Miss Aysel?" Soon, very soon.

Snoofington
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Celestriakle

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  • Nudist Colony 200
PostPosted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 12:08 am


Grimm Aysel. Despite sounding a bit, no pun intended, grim, Aysel found that she liked the title, despite herself. It brought a feeling of self-importance to this whole dark affair.

Descriptions he gave of Servos and Caedos conjured for her images of small people: the face of a servos being shining white with every feature cast in black shadow; the caedos with skin of charcoal black and the wicked eyes of devils. She couldn't help a slight shudder; Caedos especially brought to mind every ghost story she once knew in her swamp, brought to life fears once dismissed. But description of the Phasmas brought to mind a memory much more recent; she smiled. Noel! He must have been one of those. She hoped her bunny became Phasmas too.

She was unable to resist an obvious sigh of relief to hear plagued items always carried taint. The already absurd idea of replacing everything she owned instantly became even more laughable. Glancing back at him, she smiled. "Still, thank you. I appreciate it." She added in a mumble, "My family used to get annoyed by it sometimes..." Facing back forward, she quirked a smile as he laughed at his own little joke, but it disappeared the moment he inquired about their arrival time. "No, not much further at all. I'm sorry; I guess I should have warned you it was a ways away. I'm so used to making the trip, I guess I just forgot that other people might have places to be... Here; it's over here." Stepping over a bush, she walked out into a small space cleared of foliage and debris and knelt down by its edge. There, in about a foot or two of space between another bush and the base of a tree, lay the rotting corpse of a plagued rabbit.
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