PM to join Even Syna Smiles Upon the Dead (Shalita)

[Harkon]

Timestamp: Fall 8th, 514 AV Location: Dry Island Plaza Time of Day: 13th Bell, afternoon Harkon was not assigned any work today, and found himself wandering the streets in search of something to do. He didn't particularly feel like training, his body was still sore from the previous day's work. A large flock of fowlers had occupied the southern fields, and all of the mercenaries and guards had been tasked with running them off. It was tiring and frustrating, chasing the petching animals all over the property. Today would be a day for rest and relaxation. Harkon stopped by a small stand, grabbing a large fried haunch that belonged to some bird or another. He took a large bite from the white meat, enjoying the moist, savory taste. Syna was high and hot today, just the way the Benshiran preferred it. He bee-lined for an open seat in the shade. The square was fairly busy, and Harkon's eyes were scanning the bustling crowds. He didn't recognize anyone right away, so he slumped back, getting comfortable. He needed a hobby or something. Something he could do when he wasn't working. There weren't many things he enjoyed, women, booze and fighting for the most part. He had no intention of opening a trashy tavern like most cities had nor did he have the mind for business. He wished there was somewhere he could strengthen his body and his combat skills, with others wishing the same. Perhaps he could make a gym one day, a place to train and spar. But he enjoyed his job too much, and wouldn't have the time to run a whole other business. Perhaps make it open to only those he trusted and personally invited, at no charge. It was an interesting thought, but he'd never purchased land or built a property before, he'd have to find someone to discuss this with. Perhaps he could discuss it with Edmund, he knew his employer had some experience with that sort of thing. But for now, he'd ponder his boredom with his food, enjoying Syna's warmth, watching people flit about without purpose.

[Shalita Farlay]

Shalita tilted her head a little further towards the sky, even though she knew that she would not feel the heat of the sun. For she was a translucent figure that simply floated by a building that was empty and devoid of any life. Cold, just like her. It was a building that was just off to the side of the Dry Island Plaza Square and it was across from the business called Spectral Solutions. She didn’t dare go anywhere Spectral Solutions, especially since her friend Goneszh had warned her that spiritist were likely to make a ghost pass on, something she wasn’t ready for yet. She was situated here, so then she didn’t disrupt most of the activities of the square, for people avoided her like the plague. It did make her lonely in this new life, with no one to talk to except for Goneszh who was doing whatever Spiritists do. She wasn’t exactly sure where her childhood friend went either; he was probably doing what living people did. A spark of sadness made her deep blue gaze open to glance down at her lifted hands, her palms facing towards the sun as if she could feel the warmth there.

She appeared as she once did when she had been alive, black hair falling down her back, deep blue eyes that matched her blue sundress. The hem of that dress ended just below her knees and her bare feet could be seen. The only difference was that she was no longer tanned like she used to be, she was pale… Like a ghost. She sighed softly as she dropped her hands back to her sides, being reminded of that was a constant slap in the face. She lifted her gaze to view the people that walked by, circling around her, to make sure that they did not come within reach. The living always seemed to stay away from the dead like herself and she briefly wondered why. She may be a ghost but at least she was a ghost of who she used to be. Slowly, her form of which had appeared to be standing upon the cobble-stone under their feet, drifted upwards so then she hovered just above it. She preferred to do that, seeing as it reminded her that she wasn’t human, seeing as she sometimes liked to pretend that she was. Although that was a hard task to do especially when people were giving her a wide berth.

The ghost closed her eyes once more as she tilted her head back to the sun, pretending that she could feel the warmth upon her face. It was mostly a futile effort, seeing as she couldn’t fully remember the feel of the sun, just that she remembered that it was warm. Before she had died, she had spent months locked inside of a windowless room and so she now spent as many hours of the day as she could, to simply stand in the sunlight. Some people just never realized that the simplest things that they took for granted, could get taken away very easily. Then, once it had been taken away, they realized just how much they missed it, how much they took it for granted. Shalita missed the warmth of sunlight, but now she knew that eventually, if she possessed Goneszh enough times, that she would eventually be able to feel the warmth once again. She looked forward to that very day, for it would be the most happiest day of her ghostly life. She would say that having seen Nickolai again was the happiest day of her ghostly life, if she hadn’t of caused him so much grief.
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[Harkon]

Harkon noticed on the far side of the square from him, people were skirting around something, their faces showing emotions ranging from disgust to annoyance. He watched as more and more did this before the curiosity got the best of him. Perhaps it was another poorly dressed, drunken foreigner, that happened on occasion, their non-fashionable attire covered in puke, the former being a worse violation of social protocol in this city than the latter. Still munching on the bird haunch, he rose and began walking over, looking through the mass of people, still unable to see what was causing the disturbance. Harkon ripped the last of the meat from the bone, and tossed it to one of the slaves working the square for the convenience of the patrons. Harkon was actually surprised at how deftly the slave caught it and disposed of it, especially being such a slight of a woman. Pushing through the crowd, he could finally see the disturbance. It was the ghost of a beautiful woman, a pale, silvery reminder of what she once was. She had her eyes closed as she looked skyward. He moved through the stream of people breaking around her like a river around a rock, and leaned up against the wall next to her, at first seeming like he hadn't even noticed her. "You know staring at Syna for so long can be bad for your eyes right?" He'd decided to joke, because he knew that a lot of ghosts were not thrilled about being ghosts. Back in Yahebah, they had very few ghosts, but they were treated respectfully if they weren't causing trouble. Many were often deemed as elders in their families, though no longer the patriarch. They could give advice, pass along stories, and such. But in Kenash, the people didn't like to come face to face with their inevitable mortality. Glancing over at her, he took in her features a bit more closely now. Hair as black as night, striking blue eyes, and a sundress that suited her pale pallor, which would look a lot more lively on a more... alive woman. He felt a slight chill this close to her, despite it being quite a warm and sunny day, and he knew that metallic smell anywhere. Though this was disturbing, he assumed it as part of being near her. "What brings a beauty like you to this corner of the plaza?"

[Shalita Farlay]

Shalita or otherwise known as Javeya had not been aware that someone had even approached her, mostly because no one ever approached her. She was a ghost, one of the dead that refused to move on to be reborn into a new life. Her closed gaze continued to be turned up towards the sunlight as she continued to pretend that she could feel the sunlight upon her skin. Perhaps, she should possess someone, try it again, although she could remember just how tired it had made her after some time had passed. She could remember the experience of suddenly becoming tired and no longer being able to stay within her friend’s body. She had thought that she had almost killed him and it had been an experience that she didn’t want to experience again. However, if she did possess someone again, she would avoid going swimming. Mostly because she didn’t know if the person that she had possessed, even knew how to swim, it was just luck that Goneszh could swim. If it had been someone that couldn’t swim, that person would have drowned and she would have felt incredibly bad and the guilt of that death would weigh in upon her heavily.

Suddenly, she realised that someone was talking to her and she turned her deep blue gaze to the man that had propped his form up against the wall right next to her. Her gaze took in the man’s dark hair as well as his eyes. His tanned skin reminded her of her own tanned skin when she had been alive. It was from the times that she spent on the docks, helping the sailors and dock workers, as well as her time spent on the streets chasing after her childhood friend Nick. The sun was bad for her eyes? She was dead… Didn’t he realize that? She shifted upon the spot and her form edged away from the man by a couple of feet. The crowd would of course, also adjusted themselves so then they kept their perfect little circle around her. It didn’t surprise her really, half the time that she went anywhere. there was always some kind of circle. Unless it was some place that was mostly bare of people, then they would just accidentally walk through her. So, for this man to have even approached her, confused her to some degree, for he looked human enough, but she knew that there could also be shape-shifters in human disguise.

The ghost lifted her arms to fold over her chest for a moment as she tried to work out his motives for even approaching her, was he a spiritist too? The man spoke again and both of her eyebrows shot up in surprise, mostly because he had called her a beauty. It was not something that people called her, no one had called her as such ever since she had died and became a ghost. Often, she could replay back to the memory of when she stared at her own dead body, she had been something that wasn’t of beauty. Blood, blood had been everywhere and she had a gaping hole right where her stomach should have been. So to have been called a beauty was slightly amusing to her, she was dead, never would she ever be able to fall in love again. No one could love someone who was dead; Nickolai was a testimony to that. He was distant, he had been ever since he had found out that she had died and she couldn’t blame him, nor did she hold it against him. ”It’s Javeya to you and beauty I am not. I am here… Because… I really don’t know why. Just to simply pass time I guess.” She waved a hand out to the circling people, ”It’s not like I have a line of people waiting to be friends with me, I'm a ghost. Dead.”
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