Liandra was certainly a strange sight today, as she was in the middle of a street, her arms flailing wildly as she yelled at a portly, corporeal figure, "You can't just destroy people's stuff just because you're a ghost!" Her hands were speaking as fast as she was, sometimes the gestures threatening, other times acting like they belonged to a crazy person. She stomped up to the human ghost and stared up into his fat face, "Stop acting like a little baby for petch's sake. You may have died, but you aren't dead! You can still move, you can still feel, see?" She attempted to make a fist and punch him in his pudgy belly, but her novice attempt was seen by the man, and she passed bodily through him, a chill filling her core. "See what I mean, if you couldn't feel, you wouldn't be trying to avoid that! You still have emotions, you can still talk to people, and you still must abide by the city's laws! If you don't they will force you out, or force me to get rid of you, and I don't want to do that! That's not how we should treat ghosts! So stop acting up you fool!"
"Well I never... Who do you think you are young lady? You have no command over me, you have nothing to sway me, you are just another person with the one thing I want. Life. You think this is life? I don't have a heartbeat, my wife wants nothing to do with me, and I'm angry all the petching time! So I will do as I damn well please miss, it's not like you can give me my body back."
"No, but I can let you borrow mine for a little while, if you promise to stop wrecking the place. And I can take you back to my shop, and give you something that will make you feel a lot better."
"I can just take your body woman!"
The man dove at her, and she didn't flinch, letting him pass right into her body. She knew that he was a newer ghost, and that she should be able to keep him from taking control of her body. Her body grew rigid and she began trying to steel her mind. She used a trick that Nessela had taught her for keeping control. Focus on a single, happy thought or moment, and keep repeating it, the happier the better. She went with the first day she'd met Kylayia. He was only the size of her hand, just a tiny little sea foal. She was a little girl when her parents brought him home. He had such big eyes, and was so nervous. He liked to hide behind that weird piece of green coral in her room. She kept on focusing this while she felt him trying to wrest control from her. But she kept him from moving her, kept her body completely still. "I'll let you have control, but you will not take it from me."
She felt the ghost try and slip out, and she continued the bombardment of her happy thoughts. "No, you will not be allowed out until you calm down. Settle down and enjoy the ride, I promise, we will find a way to help you." She felt the ghost relax, relenting. She relinquished control, "Take it slow, and remember, I can take back control at any time." It was an odd feeling as the ghost slipped into her, filling her body. She watched as held up a hand before her eyes, flexing her webbed fingers, testing the movement. "You know, your kind are such strange creatures. You don't even breathe." She chuckled within herself, as he began walking around, and she noticed all the different joyous feelings radiating from him, the feeling of the ground beneath her feet, the breeze brushing gently over her skin, the thumping of her heart. She let him have his pleasures uninterrupted, when they saw a young woman that looked lost atop a horse. She felt him tighten the muscles around her loins in lust, She sure is a pretty one, maybe she needs some help, a damsel in distress perhaps?" He led the Charoda's body toward the side of the horse, "Hello my dear, do you need some help?"
by Scarlett Windsearcher on July 18th, 2012, 4:27 pm 
