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 Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 7:56 pm
'Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the town,
People were stirring, giving the strange man a frown.
As lost as he may be, time was running out fast,
So he found some friends...
The spirit of Christmas Future, Present and Past.
Together with their help, surely they will find
The boy named Sigmund, or Cassiel will lose his mind.
bad poem is bad... so bad
"Listen close, my friends," Cassiel spoke, his voice full of despair and worry. "I need to find this boy name Sigmund, and ... I'm lost. You three are always in town this time of year, surely you can help me. I'm running out of time, and it would really mean a lot to me. I signed up for this Secret Santa thing without really knowing what to do. Now I have to find a boy I never met, to give him this gift... And I want to find him before tomorrow." The exorcisma explained to the three ghosts of Christmas. What started out as an early morning trip was turning into an all night ordeal. At first Cassiel thought, 'How bad could it be? Walk into town, ask around, find the boy and shove the gift into his hands. Say good bye, go home.' He made it to the town before his whole plan started to crumble...
With it being Christmas Eve, no one wanted to stop and talk to a stranger. Everyone was rushing from store to store for last minute purchases. And those he did manage to stop had no idea who Sigmund was. It didn't really help that Cassiel only had a name and a gender, not even a description of what the teenager looked like. If the living couldn't help him, perhaps these three ghosts could.
The three twins watched the Exorcisma with varying glances. One was, of course, was eager to help. The other annoyed, but agreed nonetheless. The third had her arm pulled, and off the three went... Three ghosts were now in search of one boy in the city of Makai. Oh, what fun he was going to have.
"To each of you, I give one of these..." Amethyst crystals were dropped into their outreached hands; the precious stones glowing with Cassiel's own spiritual power. "When you find him, use my energy to be known. Bring him to me at the town square. I'll stay around here and keep searching myself, but I need to stay in one place." And with the sun beginning to set, Cassiel waved his hand. He sent forth his minions to find the boy who's name was carefully written on a small festively wrapped package.
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Christmas Present, the male of the trio, decided to search the city streets. How easy it was to walk along, unnoticed, touching the minds of those rushing by. With hands stretched out, he searched for traces of the name Sigmund. Carefully he floated up and down the streets, his white robes flowing behind him evaporating into an eerie mist. Feet? Nonsense. Walking wasn't his style. He was silent in his approach and his departure, save for the tiny bell jingle each time his hand passed through a living soul. Will he be the one to find Sigmund? Almost bored with the searching, the boy began to sing: Sigmund, Sigmund, where can you be?
Christmas Future, unhappy as she may be, stomped her way though the school grounds. Really, if you wanted to find a student, wouldn't that be the fist place to look? Her siblings certainly didn't get any smarter with age... Although she wasn't as quite as her siblings, she surely made her presence known as her combat boots slammed against the flooring. Stomp, stomp, stomp.... Will Sigmund hear her approach? Perhaps he'd see the emo girl well before she saw him. Either way, she was a freight to see with long black hair obscuring most of her face. Pissed that it was taking so long, the girl roared out: SIGMUND!
And lastly we have Christmas Past. She was eager to help, and to zip through the town. Like a bird she soared through the sky, phasing through buildings, cars, even people. Fly meant she could travel faster, and search more ground. She even went out so far as to search the woods and near by cemeteries. Chains rattled as they dragged upon the ground or bounce off items. She loved that sound! The girl smoothed out her tunic and adjusted her chains as she scanned the area. She was in a quiet part of town, floating sevearl feet from the ground. Would she find Sigmund? Hmm.. he must be cute if Cassiel was making quite a fuss to find him! She couldn't wait to see him, calling out his name: Siiiiiiigmuuund......!
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Who will you choose in this CYOA!!!
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 11:14 am
PATH CHOSEN- Ghost of Christmas Present (why did Past go here I wrote present it says present in my copy of this I had saved = n =)!
ADVENTURE STATUS- Part one is GO!!
City streets, crowded with people and choked with the chill. Everything seemed brittle and fragile in the cold, like the slightest touch would hurt and applied force would shatter. It edged into the corners of Sigmund’s mind, turning his thoughts dark and sharp at the edges, the only part of him that couldn’t be saved by a warm jacket, a scarf, and fur-lined gloves. Not a fan of winter-time.
But it couldn’t be avoided; he needed to go to town today. Too much to worry about. Christmas Eve already. He’d gone and ******** up this time, oh dear.
He’d only had two holiday seasons with his proper family: His sister, Niamh. And the prior two had been total flubs. He’d been so determined this year, so set on making this one to remember. If as much to prove to her that he was capable of something as to make her happy; he wanted both. Little Sigmund actually able to act on his own, able to take on a task and stand the burden without making a mistake.
And then he’d gone and lost the gift. Whether it’d been stolen, or dropped, or eaten by one of the armchairs in his home, he couldn’t be sure, but he knew that he wouldn’t find it in time for Christmas. And to look his sister in the face and tell her he had no gift…
So to town he went. Pressed through the final rush of people, probably all on the same mission as him, to replace or obtain last-minute gifts for people they’d forgotten. All wandering. And Sigmund no different, for he had no clue what to buy, no idea how he could replace what had been lost. Totally lost in a town he knew, with anxiety building in his chest.
When he thought things couldn't get any worse, when he was on the verge of a panic attack on his OWN terms, he felt... something. Coupled with a noise. Jingling bells. His world went silent as he locked with fear. Spirits. He knew their stink, their stain they left upon the coporeal world, cursed beings of his deepest fear come to haunt him. Not today, not today, not when he had a million other obstacles to hurtle. He didn't need Death breathing down his neck, too.
So he pressed himself against the nearest wall, made a warding gesture with his fingers, and prepared himself for defense. Spirits always mean trouble, don't they? Best to brace oneself.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 7:36 am
( although you had Past written, I think you meant Present. XD he's the one with the jingly bells and in town. =X )
His voice continued to sing, Sigmund! Where are yooou?! This voice was almost childish as it rose and fell on certain vowels. He really wasn't having any fun, and these people were idiots. All they had were thoughts of themselves on a holiday for giving. It was really starting to piss him of. He was the Spirit of Christmas Present for crying out loud. But soon, his floating around town was finally paying off! Yes, thoughts of 'what a strange kid.' and 'what the hell is he doing?' started to trickle in from the living souls he passed. Finally, something interesting! Maybe he could check it out, the continue looking for this Sigmund guy.
Turning in the direction where these thoughts were coming from, the Spirit for Christmas Present smiled. As he progressed up the street, the thoughts were becoming strong and more colorful. Yes, this was the way.
It wasn't long until he came to a stop, several feet from a boy pressed against the building. Even he had the thought of 'what in the world is he doing?' Nonetheless, he smiled at the boy and cocked his head in questions. Are you Sigmund? he asked, lifting his hand which contained the gemstone. Soon it vanished into his body, giving him a bit of life so Sigmund could see the details of his spirit.
The Spirit of Christmas Present was dressed in the beautiful white robes of saintly figure. His hair was short, blonde, and upon his head was a crown of white poinsettias with ivy. Surely he looked as if he just walked off a nativity scene somewhere. And although Sigmund could see him as clear as day, no one else seemed to be aware of this ghostly figure.
But was he a ghost? Was he an angel? He certainly didn't seem to have any ill intentions, and didn't look fresh from the grave. He was also lacking a halo and wings... So just what was he? To ease the boys' troubled heart, he offered his hand in greeting, the bells around his wrists jiggling with the movement. I am the Spirit of Christmas Present. I've been looking for you, Sigmund. He explained. You must come with me. There is someone who wishes to meet you. A friend of mine.
His hand remained extended for Sigmund to take. But, what will Sigmund do?
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1. Does he take the hand of what he fears most? Can he really trust this so called Spirit of Christmas? Surely all ghosts were liars. The sooner you take my hand, the sooner you can return to your evening.
2. Does he outright refuse this humble greeting? A ghost can only be patient for so long before action is taken. The longer he waits, the more impatient The Spirit of Christmas Present seems to get. Come, come now... we don't have all day.
3. Or does he turn tail and run? However, there are more ghosts out there looking for Sigmund, not just this pleasant looking fellow. His sisters will surely be much more forceful than he. But, The chase is always fun too...
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 9:34 pm
OPTION CHOSEN – Two! Now, wait just a minute!
Sigmund relaxed, slightly, when the ghost took on a more tangible form. Partially because he didn't radiate the same malice as the spirits who'd been dragged into the living world against their will, for he could identify it quite easily. His sister dabbled in the arts of necromancy, sorcery, and spirit-binding, and had called up several denizens of the afterlife who hadn't been happy with their disturbance. Such an anger, such a hate, was absent from this boy; quite the opposite, in fact: he gave off an air of joviality and good humor. He was also quite fetching, which disarmed Sigmund far more than his own shaky perceptions of ghosts. Blondes, though... he had such a sheen to his hair, and a rosiness in his cheeks that Sigmund found darling, though he hid this thought as best he could.
He dropped his hands, letting them fall to his sides as he pried himself from the wall of the building behind him, not caring about the few strange looks he got from the otherwise still-coursing river of people. They had an odd way of parting around the ghost without even seeing to notice it, looking straight ahead even as their bodies shifted to avoid touching him, or moving between the spirit and Sigmund, sometimes re-adjusting their courses with something like urgency. A perfect pocket had formed and enveloped this ghost as the pale boy, and it sent up a fresh wave of nerves and wariness in Sigmund. Very, very strange... almost surreal. Did all ghosts have this effect in the coporeal world? He didn't know. He'd have to look this up, later, or possibly ask Niamh herself. Maybe it was like a sixth sense.
The Spirit of Christmas Present...? He had a brief, almost hysterical thought of a ghostly christmas present, a brightly wrapped box with a red ribbon perched on top, and he had to suppress a broken little laugh. So scared, regardless.
“... Looking for me. Wonderful.” Sigmund finally spoke after a long pause, his voice low and halting, nearly grim. Hopefully the spirit didn't expect him to be excited over this whole situation.
“Forgive me for not, ah... trusting you. Ghosts... I don't like ghosts. Sorry.” Sigmund withheld his hands, choosing instead to cross his arms. Standing still was starting to let the cold seep in, even with all his layers and his warm gloves.
He relented, though, after a few moments, his curiosity outmanouvering his fear.
“... Who is your friend? Is it your master? Oh dear...” An irrational fear sprang up in him, a product of wild confabulation brought on by fear. “Is it... my sister? She doesn't know I'm here, does she...? Does she know I... I lost it?”
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2011 8:12 am
The boy stood there, watching Sigmund with rising curiosity. He was a funny one. ‘I think I like this one.’ He thought to himself, that smile plastered on his face increasing. It radiated with so much joy and goodwill that it would make a mass murderer weep and beg for mommy. And while Sigmund spoke allowed, his eye brows rose with excitement.
“No, it’s not your sister… not unless she stands six feet tall and turned into a man.” He stated, giggling with joy. Again he reached out for Sigmund, but this time he grabbed the other’s hand. “Enough of this… We don’t have all night.” Oddly enough, his hand was warm to the touch, although a bit clammy. “We need to hurry if we’re going to….”
1. “We need to hurry if we’re going to Cassiel. He’s waiting for you in the town square.” the Spirit of Christmas Present stated, his grip on Sigmund’s hand strong for such a delicate looking boy. “I made a promise to get you to him. What kind of ghost of Christmas would I be if I broke that promise.” Looking over his shoulder at Sigmund, he smiled again. “It won’t take long.”
2. “We need to hurry if we’re going to find my sister before meeting up with Cassiel.” he stated, dragging Sigmund away from the town square. “She’s the Spirit of Christmas Past. She can help us find your missing item first. Though…” He paused, looking back at Sigmund with a weary smile. “Are you in good health? She won’t look into the past for free, ya know? She’ll expect some sort of payment. Though she’s even too unpredictable for me to know what she might want.”
3. “We need to hurry if we’re going to find my sister before meeting up with Cassiel.” he stated, dragging Sigmund away from the town square and towards the school. “She’s the Spirit of Christmas Future. She’s not too nice, but we can ask her about your future.” He explained, but paused and turned to Sigmund. Grabbing his other hand, he held both as if consoling him. “Are you in good health? If you’re afraid of your sister as much as I am… you’ll need to be.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 5:22 pm
Option Chosen – Three! The... future?
A six-foot-tall man...? Sigmund didn't know a single person that size, male OR female. Branek was as big as he'd ever seen, in fact. Hamar had been a hunchback, his sister was a fraternal twin, and every other student had been his size. Which meant... somebody he didn't know was looking for him. Perfect, ******** perfect. Had someone gotten wind of his research? Men with far more sinister intentions than Sigmund searched for immortality, and most weren't very kind about it. Would this be an interrogation over details? Sigmund was young, but he was an expert in the field, and with very little threshold for pressure if his life became threatened. Oh dear, this couldn't be good-
Sigmund started, nearly screeched, at the sensation of the ghost's hand clamping down around his own. He hadn't expected a touch. Shock turned to shame when his fingers curled around the Ghost's hand reflexively, for nobody ever held his hand other than Niamh. He didn't blush, lacked the complexion for it, but his mind reeled with embarassment.
This embarassment, in turn, gave way to curiosity as his ghostly now-companion stated whom they'd look for first. Ask her about... his future?
“... Very well. No point in trying to run. If your master is commanding ghosts, there's nowhere I can run without invoking my sister's name...” Sigmund smiled grimly at the beaming, rosy-cheeked boy. “And that's a fate I'd hate to see befall you.” Niamh would do awful, awful, scary things... If Sigmund didn't love her so much, he'd be terrified of her.
“Tell me of your sister.” Now that his initial fear had ebbed, just the slightest, Sigmund could again show just how blunt he could make his words. How demanding, without even realizing it. “She is a... soothsayer? A prophet? At what price does her knowledge come? I won't have her dooming me, not when I already have to defy fate WITHOUT it conspiring against me.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 4:22 pm
Commanding ghosts? The boy cocked his head to the side in thought. Cassiel wasn't really commanding him to do anything; this was more a favor than an order. It was all in the Christmas Spirit to help a person in need! Oh well, whatever reason Sigmund had to give himself to follow would be good enough. He simply looked back over his shoulder and smiled.
"My sister..." He had to think a moment. "She's the Spirit of Christmas Future. I suppose you can say she's a soothsayer, if you need to put a title to it. She has the strong ability to look into one's future and find out what is to come. As for the price, I really can't say what she'll ask for. We're dead, it's not like we ask for money or anything. So... it's really open to what she's in the mood for." He muttered, trying to recall past experiences. "She once possessed a man for a short about of time, but I doubt she'll do that with you. Possession takes a lot out of us."
Shrugging as if it was really no big deal, because it wasn't to him, he continued to lead Sigmund to the school... It wasn't long until they found the girl, and boy howdy did she look pissed.
The girl stomped over towards them, her combat boots slamming with each step. "I hate this place. This school is full of idiots and weirdos! One of them even tried to capture me. Tch... as if I'd become some experiment." She hissed, crossing her arms over her chest. Only while she stood there could one take in her whole image: Long raven black hair that seemed to be in slight tangles, long sleeves which should be tied tight behind her back, for everyone's protection, a pair of grey leggings which was sliced in several places, and those thigh high boots she loved to stomp around in. Between the two, they were almost complete opposites. How could they be siblings?!
"I see you found the boy." She muttered, looking Sigmund over with a bit of distaste. "Why the hell you bring him here? Cassiel is the other way, moron." Was it really wise to ask something of her?
The smaller boy just smiled a bit at his sister, then cast a glance at Sigmund... "Well.. um..."
1. The little spirit obviously didn't want to provoke his sister anymore than she already was. "Seems I lead him in the wrong direction." Doing a rather quick spin, he began to walk steadily away. "Come on Sigmund, no need to keep Cassiel waiting any longer."
2. The little spirit obviously didn't want to provoke his sister anymore than she already was, but he hesitantly muttered, "S-sigmund and I, um...we were wondering i-if you'd look into his future quickly first." He said, shoving Sigmund forward to hide behind in fear.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 11:07 pm
Option Chosen – Two! Wait, don't you hide behind me!
Sigmund laughed, a nervous, strained sound, bordering on hysteria. He really didn't need this boy today, as lovely as he was.
“Nothing so tangible. My life. Some spirits deal in blood.” And he didn't trust these two to be any different. Not for a second. He still wasn't entirely sure he'd make it out of this ordeal alive. He hadn't quite decided yet whether he'd thrown his life away on a gamble, a hope that this Master meant peace. Because he saw ghosts as essentially malicious things by their very nature. Why would a spirit, a remnant of something once living, linger on this plane, unless held by some turmoil? That would make them mean. The could wear nice faces, but Sigmund knew from Niamh that most ghosts are not happy to be hanging around.
“I don't want my fortune if it's painful and short. My plan is the opposite, in fact.” He was already starting to have second thoughts about his decision, about the potential for this to be a trick to kill him, but he followed on. He had resigned to wherever this path would lead him.
As they walked past his home on the way to the Academy, Sigmund entertained a thought of bolting, of tracking his sister down and hiding behind her, but then explanations would be required and he couldn't handle the dual-shame of his failure to keep track of things AND his failure to hold his own. So he pulled his collar up against the cold and hoped Niamh wasn't watching the street.
“Wonderful. An angry sister.” A smile pulled at the corner of his lips in spite of himself. They'd finally arrived at school, and the stony-faced girl had wasted no time in making him feel inadequate. And then tiny, for he had to face the full brunt of her distaste due to the brother cringing behind him. So the pale boy stiffened, held fast to that white-hot fire at his center that signified his heart still beating, that drew the difference between him and the ghosts. It would be HIS shield.
“... I understand that you are a soothsayer, a prophet, what have you. I wonder what price you exact in exchange for your abilities?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 1:22 pm
She stared at the two boys and frowned, eyes narrowing slightly. Really? They wanted to waste more of her time? Eye twitching, she forced a rather fake smile on her face as she leaned in to speak to Sigmund. 'You want to know?' She asked. 'Do you really want to know?'
Smirking, she put an arm around the boy and pulled him close. 'I'll tell you just... what... it... is....' She cooed into his ear. But when her voice ended, her calm nature seemed to snap.
Suddenly, and without much warning, her fist flew into Sigmund's gut. It was a good thing she had that gem incased in her fist for such a moment. 'Stop wasting my time!' She hissed, and quite painfully began to drag the boy back to Cassiel. She didn't care if he was awake or unconscious. In fact, she preferred the later option.
It wasn't long until she deposited the boy in front of a rather tall strange looking man. 'Here he is. I'm out.' And she vanished.
Cassiel was pale as he stood there, not sure what had happened during the boy's travels. "Oh my.... I'm so sorry. I never thought they would do anything horrible to you but you look like hell. Really, All I wanted to do was give you this. But now this silly little gift doesn't seem like it's worth it. Again, I'm sorry..." Cassiel muttered as he placed the small package into Sigmund's hands and backed away slowly, worried the teen might flip out. Better to leave before anything else happened.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 3:33 pm
Sigmund immediately regretted his decision to inquire about his fate from this spirit. Every fiber in his being pulled away from her, even as she leaned close. He didn't like her, not one bit, much closer to what he expected of ghosts, malicious things.
And then... A brilliant core of pain erupted in his gut, made his eyes open wide and his world go from bright to dark. He didn't register what happened in those moments until much, much later. He'd never been sucker-punched before, never even been struck by a man at all before, let alone a spirit. He doubled over, grasping at his abdomen, gasping for breath that wouldn't come. No experience quite compared to this. Surely, she'd murdered him, this was the sensation of death, of life flowing from him, of an end to things.
Except... he didn't die. The sister-ghost had a rough grip upon his shirt, and was now dragging his (still very alive) stumbling form through the streets. Sigmund could only imagine how he must look to the passerby on the street, a pale boy made even more pale, pulling himself by the shoulder along a path he wasn't even paying attention to. He must look a fool, he thought.
Underneath his fear, and through the delirium of pain, something else awoke. Something primal, another new feeling he didn't yet know. Like fire and pressure, building, building, waiting to erupt. Anger. Vicious, powerful anger. Waste HER time? This dead thing had the gall to lay hands on him, and then accuse him of wasting HER time? She HAD no more time! Time belonged to Sigmund, now! His face drew tight as revulsion and hatred built for this ghost, this apparition, she who had no right to exist, let alone strike him! He wouldn't stand for it; the passive boy had been thrown into activity.
Sigmund stopped short in his tracks, magic mixing with rage, seeping from him without guidance, pressing against this ghost of Christmas Future. He didn't have much in the way of raw strength, but Sigmund knew many charms and wards against such things. He merely needed to give it form and guidance... His fingers locked into twists, and he made a strange gesture with his hand; wards against the Evil Eye.
"Loslassen, geist," the gray boy snarled in a command, what magic he could manage seeping into the archaic old words, draining him even as he recited the incantation he had spared the much more agreeable Ghost of Christmas Present from. He slapped her hand away, and, ignoring another strange glance he received from a woman passing on his right, added, "You won't lay another finger upon me. We go to your master, but you dare not lay another finger upon me, so help me all that is white and alive."
He panted, then, and followed on, not speaking another word, losing that anger, left feeling empty and spent after such a stressful instant. He didn't look up again until he stood before a tall man he assumed to be this cretinous collection of spirits' master. A tall man in purple, with the strangest designs behind his eyes and the most elaborate dress Sigmund had seen to date. He didn't care, though, didn't care if the man was a necromancer or a member of the royalty or an envoy from the stars. Though the anger had gone, so too had his reticent nervousness in the face of the spirits.
He took the gift in hand, a tiny, wrapped package that seemed to.. squirm. For the time being, he forgot about it, turning back to the tall man he STILL did not know.
"...Save your apologies," Sigmund bit out, after a long moment of composing himself in the face of this man who seemed just filled with them. "Next time, you send for me. I am a von Rohr, our name is known throughout the city, we have an estate, and we still hold a presence. Don't send your little ghosts after me."
That wasn't enough, though. Sigmund didn't feel satisfied. He took another step forward and pressed a slender finger into the tall man's chest. "Your minion struck me. Don't apologize. Mourn her loss , for she's seen her last. My sister will find her and she will do horrid things and then she will end that thing. Make no mistake."
Finally, with one more whooping, furious breath, the anger left Sigmund for good. He looked down at the package he held, the 'little gift' that warranted this whole excursion. He opened it with stiff, slow fingers that the cold had seeped into, and was almost unsurprised when he saw what lay within. The secret Santa gift. Of course. He'd signed up for that. He hadn't even seen it coming.
"Oh, for the love of..." Sigmund threw his hands up in exasperation and stared at this man.
"All this nonsense for the alchemia...? I... I don't even know what to say."
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