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Post by The Sidhe on Jan 3, 2013 0:07:11 GMT -5
The old mansion on the hill had been uninhabited for years. The old building showed its age with shingles slipping off the roof on a regular basis and its wooden exterior looking worn and weather beaten. The front door hung loose and slightly sideways on the hinges and several of the windows were broken, the remaining glass appearing cloudy and smudged with dust. The legend that went with the house, though, was a fairly new one. Alan remembered his babysitter having told it to him one night when he and his brother had been misbehaving. It certainly had gotten them to quiet down. The story went that the old woman who used to live in the house had been tasked with looking after their grandchildren after their parents had been killed in a car crash. The kids were holy terrors, never listening to a thing she said and always getting into trouble. Fed up with their shenanigans, she fed them both foxglove for diner one day and then buried them under the floorboards in the basement once they’d stopped breathing. She’d then supposedly disappeared, leaving her grandchildren to rot away alone. Alan had been more fascinated by how the old mansion looked on the inside than ghost hunting, but the latter was the premise he’d used to convince his friends to come along. The five of them had tiptoed past the sideways door and left footprints in the thick layers of dust coating the rotting wood of the floor. Cobwebs had overtaken every available corner and most of the stairs leading to the second floor were broken which was the only reason they hadn’t gone that way. Flashlights in hand, the five friends had wandered about for a bit in near darkness, tripping over holes in the floor where the wood had completely rotted away and jumping at the softest of sounds. If memory served, it was Tia that had been the first to chicken out. She claimed she had seen the face of a little girl staring at her from a doorway. The others had told her to stop joking around, but then Emery had bumped into one of the old counters and knocked something over. The clattering sound had spooked them all and the kids had gone running around like chickens with their heads cut off, screaming all the way. The other four had made it to the door. Alan with his great sense of direction had for some reason hid rather than run and was now too scared to move a muscle. He was going to die, the eight year old was certain of that much. One of the ghosts was going to track him down, find his hiding spot, and then tear his heart out and eat it, or whatever it was that ghosts did. Still shaking, the little boy stared out into the darkness through the small crack in the cupboard door. He was just barely small enough to fit inside, and there was no way in hell that he was moving. Those ghosts would have to pry his cold, dead body from the recesses of the old cupboard if they wanted to drink his blood and gnaw on his bones or whatever ghosts did. The floorboards creaked and Alan took a sharp intake of breath, trying to be as still and silent as possible. The sound receded and the sound of wind coming in from somewhere outside reached him. It didn’t matter; the thought that it was a ghost looking for him was already firmly planted in his young mind. That settled it, he was staying put.
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Post by Rhett Minsky on Jan 3, 2013 19:36:05 GMT -5
Time to try another mission. At least this one they knew was going to actually involve humans. Getting some kid out of a supposedly haunted house didn’t seem like such a bad mission. Not as excited after the last mission Rhett had opted out of the more formal school uniform into some casual clothes. Simple black sneakers and dark jeans leading up to a white Madoka Magica t-shirt. Taking his time he eventually made it up to the old house on the hill where their mission would be taking place. Once he had made it, it was only a matter of waiting for his partner before they could get started.
Standing outside he glanced over the mansion without actually going inside. It certainly did have the haunted mansion look to it but overall didn’t seem that terrifying. Perhaps it lost some of the effect when viewed in the day. No matter, the mission wasn’t about the ghost stories that surrounded the place. All they had to do was get some kid out of the place. Now that he thought about it maybe this wasn’t the best mission to take, social interaction wasn’t exactly his strong point. Plus he didn’t think the kid would respond well to random Russian curses so his gaming experience helped him in no way.
Waiting outside the door Rhett spent his time trying to figure out how sturdy the building was. His dad did work in construction so he had remembered a few things about it. Figuring out how sturdy the building was from the outside was harder than he thought though. If it would hold then there wasn’t a problem but if there was any danger the kid may have gotten into a bit more trouble. Shaking the idea away he sighed, who was he kidding? If there was any real danger of the house collapsing this would have been a one star mission not a NOT one.
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Post by Lior Menke on Jan 3, 2013 21:33:40 GMT -5
Another mission! Lior was somewhat excited about this one at least. The albino had approached their first mission a bit nervous, and the ending had left her a bit ashamed of how completely oblivious to the obvious she had been, but this time would be different! Dressed in her usual colorful attire with a parasol positioned carefully above her head, Lior meandered through the streets of the residential area of Death City at a rather brisk pace. She didn’t want to keep Rhett waiting and she was also eager to get started, determined to be more observant and perform better on this mission than she had on her last. Lior couldn’t say she knew much about the supposedly haunted house. She wasn’t one to discount ghost stories or anything being as superstitious as she was, although most of her worries about spirits and such were based in her faith. Curse her Jewish conscience; she swore someday it would drive her mad. Still, it wasn’t like they were looking for the kid after he’d run away with anything bad like a dybbuk box or anything. He was just lost and scared in an old creepy house, and Lior was sure she was more than capable of handling that. Having looked after her own little brother so much, she knew how kids’ minds worked and knew fairly well would calm the poor thing down enough to coax him out of hiding. Spying her Weapon waiting outside, Lior waved to him and trotted the rest of the way over, slowing only just before the house to gaze up at it with a somewhat critical gaze. The roof wasn’t about to cave in, was it? Oh that would be terrible and most counterproductive. Trying to keep the hopeful smile on her face, Lior turned her eyes on Rhett, “Shalom, Rhett. Are you ready to get started?”In Lior’s mind it was fairly simple. The hardest part would be finding the lost boy. It couldn’t be too difficult as there couldn’t be too many places in an abandoned house that a child would be willing to hide. To her knowledge anything that could house creepy crawlies or was too dark would probably only scare him more, so he would hopefully be somewhere obvious. The albino was just speculating though. In the back of her mind, she was hoping the place was only half as creepy on the inside as it was outside. The exterior was certainly a bit foreboding so it certainly suited the haunted rumor that it had circulating about it, or at least Lior hoped it was just a rumor.
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Post by The Sidhe on Jan 4, 2013 14:00:36 GMT -5
Alan heard a voice and footsteps coming from…somewhere. With his luck, probably not far away. The boy didn’t even consider that someone had been sent to come and collect his sorry ass, no, instead he immediately jumped to the worst conclusion possible. It was a ghost, a goblin, a walking corpse coming to devour his brains. No wait, shambling corpses would have made more noise. Weren’t they supposed to groan? Alan didn’t care, as far as he was concerned there was probably, somehow a Kishin Egg out there as well coming to eat his sorry soul. Maybe if he was lucky his big brother would show up and beat it to a pulp, he was a student at Shibusen after all. No wait, he was off on a mission since yesterday. Damn, thought Alan, I’m totally screwed!
The youth was all but convinced that he was going to die in the old house. A ghost was going to find him and tear his heart out. The dead bodies of the murdered children would then rise and devour the rest of his corpse. They would find his bones years later but his tortured spirit would linger in the cupboard after having been killed so horribly. From what Alan could hear, the voice was soft, feminine. Great, the ghost of the murdered little girl was gonna torment him first. Great. As if being stuck in a cramped cupboard wasn’t enough. This couldn’t possibly get any worse.
Wait, scratch that, yes it could. Just as soon as that thought went through his head, Alan could feel the distinct feeling of crawling legs upon his hand. Not being able to see in the dark of the cupboard, the boy froze up completely. The spider who had taken up playing king f the hill on his hand stopped in its tracks, almost like it was trying to make Alan’s day more difficult than it already was. Alan resisted the urge to freak out entirely due to the fact that, well, he was in a cramped space. He’d hit his head, the sudden movement would make the spider probably want to bite him, and the noise would most certainly attract the specter of the old woman who had killed her grandchildren I the old mansion. Thankfully the spider apparently grew tired of the shaky breaths the boy was letting out and crept along until the feeling of its legs left his skin. Alan let out a sigh of relief but then froze once again, staring intently at the crack in the cupboard door. Crap, the ghosts probably heard that.
Alan was deluding himself in thinking that he'd been obvious about his hiding spot only just then. To be quite honest, the boy wasn't that great of a hider. He was so scared his breath sounded more like wheezing. He was shaking and tapping his foot against the cupboard door at random intervals which made a soft but very distinct sound. It wouldn't be too hard for the students to find him. The difficult part would be coaxing him him out without any further incident.
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Post by Rhett Minsky on Jan 4, 2013 22:24:54 GMT -5
Rhett was still examining the building when he noticed the sound of footsteps behind him. It really could have been anyone but based on the circumstances he could guess who it was. Sure enough the approaching individual greeted him and the voice belonged to his meister Lior. He heard her as if he was ready to get started but the question seemed rather redundant, if he wasn’t ready he would be standing outside the building now would he? He waited before she got to where he was before turning to face her with a smile.
”Yep! Hopefully this mission will have a more favorable outcome than last time.”
Technically they did complete their last mission so the outcome wasn’t bad but it could have been much better. If he was honest that mission should have taken half the time it did. If only they, himself in particular, hadn’t been so sure of what the cause had been. Looking at the clues more closely he should have been able to tell that it wasn’t people and was the work of raccoons. Though it didn’t help dwelling on the former mistake, this time the mission was clearer and they would be able to figure out a better solution.
”Now then, all we have to do is get some kid out of there. The whole haunted aspect shouldn’t be a problem though.”
Walking up to the house he continued to look around to get an idea about what they were dealing with. It was supposedly haunted but ghost weren’t even a threat at the moment. If he was going to become a real Shibusen student and fight kishin monsters as a defender of justice a few ghost were nothing! Opening the door to the mansion he took a tentative step inside to look around. His eyes needing a moment to adjust he called out to fill that period of momentary blindness.
”Hello?”
Hopefully the kid would answer ad make this easy. Also hopefully they didn’t end up getting tricked by a family of ghastly, that would be most counterproductive.
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Post by Lior Menke on Jan 4, 2013 22:59:14 GMT -5
Nodding to her partner, Lior lowered her parasol and folded it back up. It would be silly to still have it over her head once they were actually inside after all since it wouldn’t serve much purpose save for maybe killing a spider or two. The premise seemed simple enough: get the kid and then get back out. Tilting her head, Lior tried to peer around the front door but alas the interior looked pitch black from the outside,
“The poor thing is probably so frightened. If we’re lucky maybe he’ll hear us and come out on his own to see who we are.”
That seemed a bit too easy, but one could hope. Lior certainly did. While she and Rhett had finished their last mission, they hadn’t really done so spectacularly. In fact they’d actually managed to be duped by a bunch of raccoons. While the furry little bandits were cute, Lior’s pride had been wounded by the whole experience. She could only imagine how Rhett felt, but given his previous words he could guess it was about the same. Still, at least this mission was far more straight forward and had an objective that was easy to follow…one they found it, at least.
Lior let Rhett wander in first before timidly following after him. The albino didn’t mean to hunch her shoulders, but she did so anyway as soon as she was inside. It was creepy and she couldn’t exactly see, so she stopped perhaps a foot from the door and blinked, hoping that would help her eyes get used to the dark. Why would children come in here in the first place? The albino didn’t quite understand the appeal of running around in an old, abandoned house said to be haunted. She supposed if they actually liked being scared then maybe it would be fun, but for the most part it just seemed silly.
She said nothing for the moment, figuring that if the little boy heard Rhett he would of course answer. There wasn’t any need for her to add any commentary, at least not yet. If he didn’t answer they would obviously go looking for him, although she couldn’t imagine it would be easy in near complete darkness. Lior couldn’t say that she’d ever been afraid of the dark, but she certainly didn’t care for it either. She could deal with it without losing her mind and becoming frightened, but thinking back maybe she should have had the foresight to bring a flashlight. Alas it was too late now, but hopefully she and Rhett wouldn’t need one.
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Post by The Sidhe on Jan 6, 2013 0:23:55 GMT -5
The dark greeted the two NOT students as soon as they entered the old house, the only light being very dim indeed. The sideways hang of the door left some light filtering in from outside. The windows, while clouded with dust and age, did allow a dim grey glow to be cast on the floor space just beneath them. There were a few holes in the ceiling, casting random shafts of stark brightness to break through the darkness. It was difficult to see, but it was not impossible. A staircase stood to their left, the middle steps rotted away by what appeared to be some rather aggressive water damage. It was still climbable to them, but to an eight year old boy? Alan was most certainly not upstairs.
Every corner held cobwebs, and the two doorways available to them were at least partially overtaken by old spider webs. The dead arachnids hung dry and crumpled amongst their old homes. The doorway to their right led off to a small living room. An overturned chair lay in the middle of the room with both back legs broken off; a thick layer of dust coated it. The wallpaper was faded with the pattern barely distinguishable, the old curtains eaten full of moth holes and the colors dulled. The doorway to their right led to the kitchen and also to Alan’s not so clever hiding place. The kitchen still held a dining room table, albeit a decrepit one. The legs looked barely able to stand, dinged and scuffed in places that made on wonder how it hadn’t collapsed yet. Any appliances that remained were in a terrible state of disrepair. The fridge no longer had a door and the oven was left open, appearing to have some sort of moss or mold growing inside of it.
Alan heard Rhett’s greeting. Tiling his head, the boy thought for a moment. His babysitter had said that the children killed had been twin girls. That hello had sounded like a young man around his big brother’s age. His mom must have sent someone to get him. Trying and failing to make his hurried breathing quieter, he leaned forward some to better peer out of the crack in the cupboard door. The wood that made the little vessels was old and creaked at the boy’s movements. The cupboard directly to the left of the oven shifted, hitting lightly against the broken tile floor. Alan paused for a moment, trying to see through the darkness. He could only see the doorway, though. In his young mind, it was still worth a shot,
“H-hello? I-is someone there?”
Wait a second…what if the ghosts could mimic voices? Fiddlesticks! They were trying to trick him! Alan shut his eyes and leaned back, curling into more of a ball than he already was and trying to tell his heart to stop beating so loudly. Ghost could hear heartbeats, he’d read it in a book somewhere. Needless to say the boy was now thinking he was totally and utterly screwed at this point. The ghosts had tricked him and were coming to take him away, probably somewhere terrible where they would dismember him and then eat his internal organs.
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Post by Rhett Minsky on Jan 6, 2013 21:43:16 GMT -5
It didn’t take very long for Rhett’s eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the building. He was used to being in low light conditions so his eyes were familiar with adjusting. Though to be fair an abandoned building’s lighting was vastly different from the light of his computer monitor. Once his eyes had adjusted he moved in further and looked around. It was clearly abandoned by the level of accumulated dust and overall look of the building. Now where was the kid in all of this? Rhett checked off upstairs instantly so at least they only had one floor to check.
Trying not to step into any spider webs or other unpleasant surprises Rhett carefully made his way deeper into the building. He moved slowly and didn’t go too far in. Looking he didn’t see any sign of the kid so this would be more difficult. If Lior had soul perception this would be a little easier but without it they just had to try harder, this was a mission after all. Trying to look under any decaying furniture for signs of life proved ineffective. He would have tried to find footprints in the dust but with the low light that would probably be harder than it was worth.
Hearing the voice of the kid Rhett stopped and looked in the direction it had come from. Well he must be somewhat close if he heard him and responded. Staying where he was Rhett tried again to get the kid to come out.
”Yes, we’re NOT students from Shibusen. We came here to take you back.”
He hoped the kid would listen and come out soon. Spending time in a dust filled building was not exactly his idea of fun, nor was it his asthma’s. Luckily he did have his inhaler in his pocket like always just in case.
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Post by Lior Menke on Jan 7, 2013 21:52:02 GMT -5
It was creepier than Lior had anticipated, the inside of the old house. Her eyes barely able to see five feet in front of her, the more she could see the less she wanted to. She hadn’t exactly expected it to be warm and welcoming, it was abandoned after all, but now she felt like some hopeless extra in a horror movie set to be killed by the crazed slasher character. Hunching her shoulders and gulping audibly, Lior hesitantly began peering around where she could. With the staircase in such a decrepit state, she doubted the little one had run upstairs unless he had brought a ladder of some sort. She didn’t see one lying around so he must be hiding on the ground level.
Watching her step, Lior slowly made her way to the doorway nearest her. A broken chair and some very sad looking wall paper and not much else. Well, the boy certainly wasn’t hiding in there. Sighing, Lior turned and looked about the room where she and Rhett had entered the house. She didn’t like this place. The albino got chills just looking at all the dust and old spider webs. Shaking her head in an attempt to rid herself of any unhelpful thoughts, she went to follow after her partner only to pause at the small voice that they heard. Lior strained her ears, trying to discern where the boy’s voice had come from. He had to be nearby in order for them to hear him, but he did sound muffled. Where on earth was he hiding?
Lior wandered to the foot of the broken stairs, peering up along the wounded steps and grimacing. NO, he couldn’t be up there. Not a chance. The albino had felt like double checking regardless. She would hate to skip over anything. Turning, she wandered slowly over to stand beside Rhett as he answered the boy. The poor thing had to be terrified to be lost in such a place. Moving past her partner, Lior regarded the cobwebs over the next doorway with a look of restrained disgust. She lifted her parasol and used the end of it to gently coax the tricky things down and out of the way. She’d rather not get caught up in a bunch of dead spiders and their silk, thank you very much.
The poor kitchen had seen better days. Sighing, Lior barely stepped inside before coming to a halt entirely, standing to the side of the doorway so Rhett could follow if he so desired. What in the name of all that was holy was growing out of that oven? Averting her eyes and trying not to feel quite so queasy, Lior glanced around the room. In the dim light, she couldn’t see where the boy might be hiding. As she bent to peer under the table, she was careful not to touch anything. Not only did the place give her the creeps but it was filthy. Really why did kids insist on playing in places like this? Lior couldn’t understand it.
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Post by The Sidhe on Jan 8, 2013 16:07:16 GMT -5
Alan was still highly suspicious of the voice he’d been so quick to answer. Sure it sounded like another boy, but who was to say the ghosts weren’t trying to trick him? Could ghosts mimic voices? Alan decided they could, and so he remained where he was for a moment, still as a statue and silent as a graveyard as he tried to think. If he answered and it was a ghost then he’d be eaten or torn to pieces of something equally painful and horrific. If it really was a couple of NOT students, then he could get the hell out of this stupid old house and run for the hills and never even spare a glance at the place ever again.
The pros seemed to outweigh the cons, but Alan still tried to be discreet. He took a few deep breaths before forcing himself to call out to the boy he’d heard, his voice sounding a bit more shrill than he’d have liked,
“How do I know you’re not just some ghost trying to trick me?”
Tilting his head as he posed the question, Alan tried to blink through the darkness to see past the small crack in the cupboard door. He hadn’t been able to shut it completely, but that was okay. Not he had a perfect vantage point to see whether or not it was really something helpful or something that wanted to eat him that had come calling.
He could hear footsteps; hear the old wood creak beneath whomever or whatever was moving around. It croaked and groaned and threatened to break apart but still held in spite of its complaining. It was darker in the cupboard than out in the actual kitchen. It smelled like mildew and he was pretty sure that spider was now perched quite happily on his shoulder, but Alan couldn’t bring himself to care. His only current concern was whether or not his imminent doom was closing in on him or if he would live a long and happy life without ghosts.
Squinting, he didn’t see much other than old wood and that withered looking table. White suddenly came into the mix to contrast sharply against the dark and Alan’s eyes went wide. He blinked a few times, not really sure if he really was seeing it, but that was definitely a ghost if he ever saw one. Her skin was white, her hair was whiter, and her eyes were red like the blood of the children she’d probably eaten! Alan inhaled sharply and threw himself further back into the cupboard, his head bumping against the cracked paint. The force with which he’d tried to further conceal himself actually gave away his hiding spot quite readily. The little cupboard tipped backwards a bit before falling still, just enough movement to create a dull thud and a small metallic sound of the rusted legs scraping against the floor slightly. Alan had both hands over his face, wishing he’d never come into this cursed house. His breathing was very audible and very plainly that of a terrified child.
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Post by Rhett Minsky on Jan 9, 2013 16:15:01 GMT -5
Rhett waited for some kind of shuffling noise that would indicate that the kid was coming out but none came. Was the kid too scared to move? That would make this all the more difficult if that was the case. There was absolutely no way that he would be able to carry a kid regardless so that would be up to Lior if needed. Of course first they had to find the kid in the first place. Rhett tried to stand still and restrict himself to shallow breaths. Luckily he wasn’t allergic to dust or anything but he would rather not have an asthma attack on his second NOT level mission.
Hearing the kid say something Rhett listened and resisted the desire to face palm. This was his problem? He thought they were ghost trying to trick him. If only this wasn’t a mission. Alas they had to figure out some way to make this work if they were to ever get to take actual missions. Thinking of an answer Rhett did have an idea of what to say back.
”If I was a ghost would I really be trying to trick you? I would just take you from wherever you are. Intangibility is kind of a thing that ghost can do.”
Hopefully a bit of logic would help the kid act reasonably. It was just a kid but Rhett still hoped that Alan could at least be reasonable and work with them. It was then that Rhett picked up on the breathing. It had to belong to Alan but it was still hard to pinpoint the location, plus Rhett didn’t want to move into the building any more than he needed to. Hopefully he could convince Alan to just walk out to them.
”My meister and I are right by the door. Come on out and we can get you out of here.”
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Post by Lior Menke on Jan 9, 2013 22:16:02 GMT -5
Lior resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She knew Alan was just scared, but ghosts playing tricks? Really? If they were ghosts, they would have found his hiding place by now. They would just phase through all the walls looking for him. If only things were that simple. The albino sighed and glanced around the kitchen once more, tapping one of her feet again the floor. He had to be somewhere, but where? He’d sounded very nearby. At least she knew he wasn’t in the oven. That would be quite impossible considering what seemed to be growing in it.
She started to wander forward but abruptly stopped upon hearing a slight thud. Lior turned her head just in time to see the little cupboard beside the oven move. So that’s where he was hiding. Lior stepped back a bit, just enough to poke her head out the doorway and nod to Rhett. She kept her voice low, hoping that Alan wouldn’t hear,
“I believe I just found our missing boy hiding in the cupboard.”
The only thing Lior couldn’t decide was whether or not to try and approach him. If he was as scared as the heavy breathing she could hear would indicate, then it may be better to give him some space and try to calm him down first. He did seem awfully stubborn, though. She could understand him being scared considering he’d been alone in a dark, abandoned old house for ho knows how long, but getting so hung up on the whole ghost thing didn’t make any sense to her. The place didn’t seem haunted, creepy though it may have been.
Deciding it was worth the effort to at least try and coax him out further, Lior wandered perhaps within a few feet of the cupboard. The albino knelt down and tilted her head, putting on the best smile she could manage although she still looked a bit timid,
“There’s nothing to fear. My partner and I are just here to make sure you get home safe and sound. If you come out, we’ll be able to keep you safe from those nasty ghosts.”
Lior had some experience in dealing with children from looking after her younger brother. However this was a bit different since Alan didn’t know Lior and would probably trust her slightly less than if they were family members, but that was just common sense. Still, the albino hoped her words comforted him enough to coax him out of hiding so they could leave the creepy old house behind them.
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Post by The Sidhe on Jan 10, 2013 21:16:27 GMT -5
Alan didn’t move a muscle. He kept still and silent, save for the rather ragged breathing he could seem to control. His eyes were fixed on the pure white skin he could see just beyond the cupboard door. Due his current height he really couldn’t see much more than her feet and legs below the knee, but nobody was that white! She had to be a ghost! Alan heard the male voice trying to coax him out of his hiding spot. The boy scowled. Did they really think he was that stupid? What even was intangibility, some kinda weird ghost word? Alan didn’t know and didn’t care. He wasn’t about to let a couple of ghosts fool him,
“Y-you’re lying! There’s a ghost in here, I-I can see her!”
Wait, not there wasn’t, at least not anymore. Alan hadn’t seen her move, so where had she gone? Disappearing at random intervals. She was definitely a ghost. The boy gulped and stared out through the crack in the door, eyes moving constantly, straining to see more of the decrepit old kitchen but not being able to due to his current position. Maybe if he made a run for it she wouldn’t catch him. He could find a better hiding spot or, better yet, make it out the front door and out into the street where she couldn’t follow him! Ghosts couldn’t follow people home, right? Alan certainly hoped not.
He could hear whispering, barely audible but still accentuated by the overall silence of the place. Then he heard footsteps again. White reappeared in his plain of vision and Alan pressed himself as far back into the cupboard as the small space would allow. She was back! The ghost was back! He heard the floorboards creak and protest as she drew closer. He also heard the male voice again. There had to be another ghost with her trying to lure him out. Maybe they were working together, one luring and the other killing? That made sense to Alan.
Alan let out a rather pathetic whimpering noise when he saw the ghost kneel down. However her face wasn’t what he expected. Alan had thought her skin would be torn or that she’d be bleeding or something. She looked normal, even kind of shy. The boy was confused but then a thought struck him and it all made sense. She was trying to trick him by luring him into a false sense of security! IT was all a lie to get him to come out so they could tear him apart and eat him! Well, not today! Alan summoned all of his courage. He’d have to be quick about this, or it wouldn’t work. Taking heaving deep breaths and sounding twice as mortified as he really was, Alan kicked open the cupboard doors and bolted past the ghost,
“Liar! Stay away from me you evil ghost!”
Alan misjudged where he was, though. There was no way he’d make it to the door in time to escape her catching him. Making a quick change in direction as he stumbled over one of the creakier floorboards, the boy ran out the opposite end of the kitchen and rounded a corner, practically throwing himself down the steps and into the basement. Comforted by the dark rather than fearful of it, he found a corner behind the antique sink once used for laundry and huddled beneath it, staring at the dim light coming from upstairs.
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Post by Rhett Minsky on Jan 13, 2013 15:16:21 GMT -5
Lior seemed to know what she was doing so Rhett stayed back and let her try to coax out the boy. He wasn’t the best at dealing with other people and least of all children. His brain worked logically and he just sort of expected others to work under the same level of reason. If that was the case this mission would be over or never would have started. Being scared of ghost so deciding to stay inside the haunted house? There was no logical basis for that. Hopefully the kid wasn’t terribly stupid and could work with them to get this mission finished.
Of course it wasn’t that easy. The kid said he could see a ghost but upon looking around Rhett didn’t see anything. If there were any ghost in the building they weren’t here and they weren’t trying very hard to get to the kid. Alan didn’t see this of course and continued being irrational about the whole situation. At least Lior had found him so this might work out alright soon. They just needed to get him out of the cupboard and outside the mansion. It seemed easy enough as long as everything went well.
It didn’t. Alan saw Lior and ran out of the cupboard and deeper into the mansion, kicking up clouds of dust in the process. Rhett pulled up his shirt to cover his mouth with one hand and promptly smacked his other palm against his forehead. Alan thought Lior was the ghost. That did make sense to a degree by he hadn’t even considered that possibility. Now the kid was even deeper in the building so they would have to venture further into the dusty mess. Resisting the urge to sigh he walked deeper into the house as carefully as he could.
”Alan is expecting the worse and isn’t looking at things logically. C’mon lets go try to get him out before he gets himself hurt or trapped.”
Still covering his mouth with his shirt he placed a hand on Lior’s shoulder before following where Alan had run off to. Hopefully there weren’t any real ghost to take him in the meantime.
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Lior Menke
Meister
Screw Technician
You can't control the wind, but you can adjust your sails.
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Post by Lior Menke on Jan 13, 2013 16:15:37 GMT -5
It hadn’t taken Lior more than a second to know just who Alan was talking about when he mentioned a ghost. Oh great. Here it all went again, the name calling. Lior had grimaced and held her ground, though, hoping that seeing her not acting at all threatening would help. Unfortunately it had the opposite effect and really, she wondered why she’d expected anything different. This was a scared child who wasn’t thinking clearly, getting close to him had probably been one of her worst ideas ever, especially considering her coloration, or lack thereof to be precise. She’d been startled as the cupboard doors burst open, tipping back and landing squarely on her behind, coughing a bit from the kicked up dust that Alan had left behind him in running away.
Great, just great. Could she do anything right? Apparently not. Maybe she was just doomed to somehow perform below average on all missions and she should just accept that. First she’d been oblivious about a band of furry thieves, and now she’d gone and terrified the already scared little boy she and Rhett were supposed to quietly coax out of hiding. As the dust settled, Lior tried to tell herself the tears stinging her eyes were from the dust getting into them. She felt like the stupidest human being on the planet and the worst Meister to ever attend Shibusen. He was a scared little kid, his words shouldn’t have meant anything to her, but Lior had heard them too many times before and that was why they still stung.
Staying right where she was, Lior rested her forehead against her knees, closing her eyes and clenching her fists. There were a million thoughts running through her mind, but the most prominent was currently don’t cry. Don’t cry, he was just a scared little boy, he didn’t mean anything by it, she was just being silly. That was all true, but Lior still could feel a tear roll slowly down her cheek and hear the pathetic hiccup that escaped her. Well wasn’t this turning out just great? Hunching her shoulders, Lior heard Rhett but didn’t look at him. Her Weapon was right though, they needed to find Alan. He could seriously hurt himself on something if he wasn’t careful and, truth be told, no child really was. She needed to suck it up, and yet Lior still remained right where she was even with that thought in mind. The hand on her shoulder was somewhat comforting, but as Rhett moved away Lior turned her head slightly, trying to keep him from seeing how much of a child she herself was being,
“Rhett…maybe you should go after him without me. I tried and I failed, if I follow along with you I may only succeed in scaring him further.”
Lior’s voice shook more than she would have liked it too, but she supposed there was no helping it. The idea she’d voiced was the only one she’d had, though, and it did make a bit of sense to her. If she scared Alan then she should just stay put, maybe even go and hide herself. If it helped get their mission done she didn’t care, she just wanted to figure out how to be useful and stop tearing up like toddler throwing a tantrum. The albino couldn’t have felt more stupid.
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