Closed Getting to ghoul you (Fallon)

[Elaine Spade]

She felt awkward as Fallon lectured her. It was true, she didn't make any sense at all."I.. er.." She didn't continue. It would be worthless to say anything now. She rather listenned to Bitzer. She was pondering also about the stationary creature. Her thoughts became loud. "Well... I'm still stationary if we see it another way..." She said as she was thinking about that she was sticking with Clyde.

The woman knew Zeltiva as much as she did. She smiled at the pictures she described to the ghost. Wonderful memories and a warm feeling was going through her. Home. Then that stopped as she caught something. Djed storm. Elaine looked confused. What storm? Djed? She knew what Djed was now because of Clyde but a storm of djed? She was shocked. She wanted to interrupther but she waited till she finishes.

Her eyes fixed on her, she didn't bother to ask about the cities yet. "Djed storm? What's that? And when? The only strange occurrence I noticed in the city was in... spring. if I remember right." She was pondering which year. Because there was a season where something went wrong there and with everyone. But around that time she didn't bother that much. "512? Not sure. I remember Zeltiva was messed up. For several days my soulmist didn't even work. Like I had no hands. But I can assure you, Zeltiva is still blooming as ever. I was there at the summer."

[Fallon]

Fallon looked at her and blinked, "Stationary yet moving. Bound and yet free. What a state to exist within. Quite an conundrum if I say so myself." No more was left upon the subject, only the cocking of the brow and a suggesting point. The kettle gave a rattle, followed by a high pitched whistle. With a gloved hand she grabbed the handle and removed it from the heat, settling it down upon the stone floor. From there she summoned a small cup from the depths of her bag. For a moment there was a low hum, the gentle trickling of the hot liquid into the iron, the waft of steam rising up from the dark surface. A satisfied sigh, she lowered the kettle down, and took up the cup.

"The Djed Storm..." Fallon begun, the tones turning and rolling as she blew over the rim of her cup, "Occurred in Spring Five hundred and Twelve. I was in Syliras at the time. The sky cracked and shuddered, whilst Djed, magic uncontrollable took to the air and twisted its way through it. A violent storm that. No, more than violent. Unnatural. Several days before it hit they ushered us into the belly of that stone coffin, the knights they were animated, constantly doing and moving. There was no time for rest and we lived in those cramped caves." She took a testing sip of her tea, lips smacking as she remembered those days.

Her finger extended to a point, "If there was a window in the citadel before, well, it didn't exist anymore after that event. For days they kept us in the dark, all among the screaming riots. Blood. That was what the people cried for, as their friends and family lay dead among each other. By blade, sickness or foul play. Gods, it stunk. The mages of the city, well, they were spent. Left broken whilst the rest of their knight brethern stood strong." She shook her head, "From what I saw when I went outside... well, everything was poisoned. The land was decayed... dying yet..." she shook her head, "It was strange. Nothing more or less." Another blow upon the top, followed by another slurp, "It is good to know Zeltiva is thriving. T'is a nice place after all."

She took a moment to savour the bitter taste, a narrowing of eyes as she dipped into a state of musing, "Forgive manners that I have nothing to offer in hospitality." She gave only a nod, but her gaze remained fixed upon the dark liquid, "Is there no way for a ghost suck as yourself to taste tea? After all, it is said tea reflects the soul of the maker... least that was what I was told once."

[Elaine Spade]

Elaine didn't say it now but she thought that her existence was a conundrum. From the beginning. Just thinking back at her past self made her feel very embarassed and sad. It was worse state to live, than now. If she could call it a life.

Djed Storm... She was listening carefully to her and she was shocked by the fact. She didn't notice anything? Was she that careless? All she knew that that season was weirder than any other. It was indeed unnatural and she couldn't imagine how much people died or suffered because of it. She felt sorry for her. But she looked at her and she looked totally fine. She didn't find anything odd her which could be caused by that storm. "Dira was busy..." The only words came to her mind.

She was looking at her while she was making her warm tea. Bitzer could easily trail off her thoughts from the Djed storm. A little,awkward smile appeared on Elaine's face. "That's okay. The only thing I can eat and drink now is soulmist. This fog-like mist you can see around me. Is there a tea flavour like that? " She joked again and sighed.

She was sitting close to the door and was thinking what to ask from her. She looked around the small room. Not much of help... there was nearly nothing in there. Then she realized. "Oh yeah... your turn! "

[Fallon]

Fallon took a slow slurp from her cup. Her eyes barely looked over the rim as the ghost seemed to squirm, she was presently too entranced with bitter flavour and the rolling dark tones that made its way down her throat. There was a pull back, the hot breath caressing the cool air in white plumes and the eyes half closed. Even the shoulders relaxed a little as savoured it. Green-blue eyes gave a blink, a brief softening of the gaze as she focused. A mumbling under the breath, barely audible.

Had she not seen? Perhaps that was a blessing in itself. It was a dark few days to say the least - then again there was the chance that Zeltiva did not recieve as much fo the brunt of the storm as Syliras. She gave a purse of lips, her brow meeting in the middle briefly. So awkward over simple suggestions and gestures. How peculiar. Perhaps it was the lacking of social etiquette and knowledge, or that she simply had no wish for such a conversation. It did feel awfuly onesided, she mused before once more she sipped from the dark depths of her cup. It was none of her business really, and it was only politeness that she kept to such a conversation going. Had it been a different scene - Sunberth for example - she most probably would not have given the ghost the time of day.

Lowering the cup to the floor she gave a stretch, followed by a flex of muscles and limbs. The announcement of the ghost that it was her turn was heard, and it took a few long chimes to summon the questions out of the dark haze of tea. Clicking she brought her hands together, "So on the principle that ghosts cannot consume or taste anything other than soulmist, does the same occur when they are subjecting another to possessition? I mean, surely by returning to the flesh such things become capable... correct?"

And then an idea struck her. Perhaps a foolish one, but it was one never the less. It would provide an educational experience for the both of them if accepted of course, "Would you consider... some experimentation with myself? Possession to see if tasting is possible? I do understand if you wish not to however, but your expression is one of much... unhappiness? I am not sure, emotion reading is not my strong point."

[Elaine Spade]

She tried to bring back the memories of tastes in her mind. They hardly came. She forgot them. Elaine was keep trying to remember, just for a moment but the woman in front of her start to ask her now. It was quite an interesting question and she didn't know the answer herself. She was thinking about it. She never tried it, she never had thought about doing that. Well... she wasn't good at possession that much anyway.

After some pondering, she finally answered."I don't think it works like that... I mean. To be honest I don't know." She had big doubts about it, so unless she would do it, she couldn't know. Maybe another experiment with Clyde, she could try. If they had any normal food for people who were alive in Sahova.

Although she probably didn't have to wait that long. Bitzer's offering suprised her. She looked at her with big eyes. She had a little smile. "Well. Sure. Perhaps I can prove myself that I'm not dangerous. But before we do this, it's my turn in our game anyway: Have you ever been possessed? Becuase I might to need you things first." She couldn't do that otherwise. She wasn't even sure if she could do it with her that easily. If nothing else, she could give her a little practise to handle ghosts who are possessing her.

[Fallon]

Fallon paused, and then exhaled. There was a long moment of consideration, the ghost searching herself for an answer. The mercenary herself would not know if they could or could not - she was her and did not share the same experiences. Nor was she a specialist in ghosts - a spiritist was it? She rubbed her tired brow and promptly yawned. It was a tiring notion to think about and whilst one she would consider delving into, she had no idea in where to start from. Still there was a nod of understanding to the simple not knowing - pleased in some way for it allowed experimentation of a simplest form. Of course she was to be the experimented on once more, and that left an uneasy feeling in her stomach.

Ensuring the cup was firmly in place, and meeting those large eyes with a serious expression she spoke in cooler tones, the rolling lilt more noticeable in her voice, "What can I say? Learning always has its proving and clambering over that of danger. It's part of the fun for the hunt of knowledge." Lips curled into a wolfish smile, and the green-blue orbs staring out from beneath her brow. Knowledge, information, a way in which to better oneself; they were all vital in order to gain the upper hand. And whilst she doubted she would have to deal with the ethereal whilst in Sunberth, it was better to be safe than sorry.

"I was... once," she admitted with her brow creased, the flickers of the rolling thunder crashing in her mind, "It was rather... forceful. And sudden, I had little time to learn anything other than it being rather... unpleasant. Let us just say I am inexperienced in such things and would not even know where to begin." She chewed at her lip, and then eased the frown off - reigning back that excitement and trying to maintain some composure. Crossing her legs she gave a nod to the ghost. Fingers laced together, a deep inhale as she stilled the internal energy, "I am... ready when you are? I do not know. Did you need me in a relaxed state? Or something specific? I will be at your whims for this. So, instruct me." Well, that was one way in order to place a heavy weight upon Elaine. Though she did wonder the extent of what would happen should such a thing occur - what would she learn in response?

noteI give you permission to move Fallon about/get her where you want her to be.

[Elaine Spade]

She was smiling at her, maybe Bitzer started to trust in her a bit. But also learning something new was exciting. Even for Elaine... that's one of the things which remained for her, the joy of learning something new. Mostly she learnt new stuffs from Clyde. Magic. A mystical thing which she still didn't understand completely, but she doubt she ever will.

She was going closer to Fallon, her soulmist was around her, she was prepared to enter. But she was listening to Fallon's story. A first unpleasent possessing, this didn't help Elaine. A bad experience, that prevent Elaine to do it right away, she rather tried to tell Fallon what to expect and do. "Then I should prepare you. I'm sorry to say that but it won't be a pleasent experience this time either."

She was pondering for a moment what to say to not scare her completely. She tried to remember her possession experience from Clyde and Anna, what they were doing. "But! The more you train the better you get. I can't possess you for so too long, I'm still weak at that. So that's why I will need your help. Your body will want to push me out the moment I enter, you have to resist that urge, you have to stop your natural defense." She looked pretty serious now. She was wondering if they could succesfully done that experiment. If nothing else, Fallon could learn something new... even if Elaine not much."I will also try to fight against that but without your help I'll fail. Also you have to get used to that I will control your body."

All of her soulmist was in a small circle around Fallon, she was ready. "I will talk to you inside your mind, I'll try to help. Tell me when you are ready. We'll be slow, so you'll probably have time to learn."

[Fallon]

Fallon shivered. It was hard not to with the way the ghost suddenly closed in on her, eager almost with the idea of possessing someone. Even she felt herself lean away out of reflex, her chin lifting to regard the spirit before she felt her shoulders brush against the wall. Shuffling herself round she allowed herself to properly lean against the cool stone and looked intently upon Elaine. There was a blink as she listened, her eyes narrowing and the stomach hardening to the prospect of another unpleasant experience. Something inside of her twitched nervously at that.

She tried to find something she could compare it to, something physical that she could relate it to. She paused, pursing her lips for a moment, "So I would try to push you out naturally, like... the skin would a splinter? I think I understand. And of course, practice makes perfect. Like any practice or skill you take up." Fallon nodded, solidifying the idea in her mind before she inhaled deeply. She thought on meditation, on how to relax the mind and clear it from worries. An exhale, the steady rise and fall of breathing as she focused. A level state of calm was needed, when that was reached she would be able to assist better.

Somewhere within her pulse picked up, excited almost at the prospect of new knowledge to be within her grasp. Of course, it was underneath the guise of experimentation now - but that was what had brought both of them together. Learning and understanding, how she revelled in that notion. Eyes gave a look to the surrounding mist, a brief flicker of wariness flaring up and the replay of the rolling thunder within her mind. A crack of knuckles, her brow creased for a moment and then relaxed. If the ghost truly was as weak as she claimed to be then surely she could expel her quickly regardless.

"I am... ready," she finally spoke, tightly for a moment before she focused her mind. She thought of emptiness, of embracing and pushing back the ego, and letting whatever she was about to let in rest easily - a premade hollow in which to fall into. She resisted a shiver, "Yes, I am ready."

[Elaine Spade]

Elaine just nodded at Bitzer's example to relate the possession experience. She didn't really know what was it feel like, just know how others acted when she did it. She was always the possessor not the host. But in all honesty she prefered that way, she didn't want to experience what was it like to be possessed by a ghost. One of the advantages of being a ghost, nothing will possess you because you had no body. Ways to cheer her up for this miserable existence.

She was also getting ready her soulmist, which was around woman and was about to enter her anytime. She looked nervous, Elaine could noticed and she didn't blame her, having an unpleasent experience with a ghost could be ... bad, real bad. She was wondering who was it. Maybe Kouri but she didn't want to assume but that little girl was a bit... vicious for her.

"Then I'm going in, knock-knock!" She said and with her soulmist entered Bitzer's body. And she was in. She was there and was looking around the room. She could stay in, the woman allowed her. Made it easy, though it was tough for her to move her body. It was long time ago since she possessed a non-spiritist person.

"Good, since I don't have to fight over control, it's easier for me. Now, try to help a bit and let me move your body." And as she said, she was trying to move her leg. It was clumsy, the control was uncoordinated. Then her other leg. She was looking for the tea Bitzer was offering to her. "You alright?"

[Fallon]

It was reflexive to screw her eyes up and to attempt to not think about it. The deep inhale, the clenching and unclenching of fists, the slither of white pulling out into a grimace as she reined back the urge to react. She felt the hollow press, her throat constrict tightly as trembled slightly - partly with anticipation and the other part with fear. She heard the crack of rolling thunder in her mind, the felt the memory of icy rain upon her flesh and the way the soul flittered in dark. There was an exhale, the releasing of the memory out into the air. It was in the past, and that was where it would belong. A nervous chuckle escaped at the mention of 'knock-knock' and it took all her power to resist releasing a 'who's there?' in response.

It was more than simply an odd feeling; intrusive, shuddering and chilling to the core. Teeth gave a clench, a wrestle with instinctive willpower to push back and out. Lips parted, the subtle hiss as the masking feeling took over. It pushed, and exploited, it took her form under control as if it was a second skin - though admittedly a very poor and clumsy one. Limbs gave a tremble, juddering no longer under her willpower completely before she heard the echoing voice from within.

Fallon flinched, her head swimming and swirling with colours as she did. For a moment there was an element of faintness, followed by a distinctive feeling of nausea rising up from her core. The hand slammed down on to the floor at that point, eyes rapidly blinking as the leg took a mind of its own and moved - or was it the ghost moving it? She was not quite sure any more. Lips were wetted, her hand trembling as she took to focus on it and the tea before her.

"Yes. Yes... help. I just..." there was another flurry of blinks, the internal wrestling. The tongue turned numb for a moment, her fingers hesitantly wriggling around the cup. She had yet to actually lift it with the cup. The pulse had elevated despite the chill that existed within, the arm fixed to trembling without thought, "I yes... I... just. Slow. Take it slow and steady. Tea. Tea..."