Open Rest for the Recently Departed.

[Ivan Crone]

40th Summer 513 A.V Ivan blinked about the outskirts of the walls of Syliras's stronghold. Amazed by the wondrous sight of the city. It was far more shocking then the stories made it out to be. Looking to the direction of the bronze watchtower. Another grueling hot summer day in Syrilas, one which would no doubt be gruesome for those who had been strolling about on their daily routine. Briefly sighing from the thought of never feeling the sweat drop from his brow caused a great disturbance for him. What am I doing here? Seriously. I remember my death and the heat from that 'fi--' He paused unable to finish the word. His misty presence blinked nearly in place as he shuttered from the though of his death. His foot steps would glide over the ground hardly noticeable that he was floating a fingernails width over the ground. His body shuttered with a glistening lucidness. "I hate this I can't do anything that I want anymore" he cursed entering into the city once again. I got to find someone that can help me, explain why I didn't just disappear after the ... catastrophe. His expression changed to one of distraught as he realized that his thought on fires would forever be one of fear.I can remember the flesh burning, he shook his head to stop himself from thinking about it and continued on his stroll. He blinked about the streets a while longer before feeling a bit groggy from over exertion. Letting out an unpleasant grunt, "I don't understand what has happened to me." Sitting down in the alleyway Ivan sat there with a pensive and bewildered expression. He wasn't all that old and from the looks of everything he still was getting use to his abilities as a ghost. I remember seeing ghosts in my past life, it seemed so easy. How could this be so frustrating. Ivan sat in the dank alley way for a few minutes as the heat of the sun took on its full strength upon the city. "I should probably find somewhere to stay, I would rather not get caught lying about in the dank alleyway even if I am dead."

[Ivan Crone]

40th Summer 513 A.V Ivan pick himself up from the slump he had piled up in on that streets dirty and musty old ground. Slowly pulling himself back to his feet Ivan walked began to replicate his walking through the hall once again. He knew the pleasantries of a ghost now floating as appose the meanly laborious act of trudging forward one foot after the other, but it wasn't right. Was that really the end of me. Sprinting through the fire for unknown reason. Why was I doing such a foolish thing. "What ever. can't go on moping about the past. Especially since that life is long behind me." he chuckled a bit jokingly. Ivan then looked gloomily out to the city roads of Syliras, "All them spending time while the rest of us just sit around watching from the outside in." His eye then caught a glimpse of a small column of smoke raising above the various assortment of buildings. The proverbial shiver shot through his ghostly presence as if he was once again that young teenager. "Don't think about it, most likely just a fire which the knights have started or someone else, you know fires are common things." Walking through the Syliras Bazaar once again trying to blend in he still caught the occasional glimpse of the random citizen. Don't let it get to you Ivan, can't do anything stupid. Wouldn't want those knights to get any ideas. Perhaps I should leave this city, it is just isn't right anymore.

[Yuri Forsin]

Congested, crowded, and oppressively hot: your typical summer day in the Bazaar... Yuri floated lazily through the crowd, going against the flow of direction the living were taking. Like the ghost cared much for it, he simply passed through everyone, freaking out several unfortunate people who he went through. Add to that his eyes were closed as Yuri tuned out the outside world to revel in the mind's music. It was times like this that Yuri almost appreciated his ethereal state; almost, that is. No need to worry about the sweltering heat or bumping into people, free to enjoy some composing. Today, Yuri was feeling surprisingly cheerful, which was a pleasant change of mood for the pianist ghost. Whistling one moment, humming the next, and following that with a little haunting singing from the ghost, Yuri pleasantly made his bright small song amid the increasing stares and attentions at him from the living. But, like he cared... the bright melody in his head was all that mattered at the moment being. Eyes still shut to the world, Yuri did not notice a certain individual that stuck out in great contrast from the crowd , nor did he realize that he was floating straight at that person who was of the same ethereal substance as he was. It was only a matter of time before a collision took place between these two phantoms. Right before this happened, Yuri sensed the presence of... was that soulmist? Alerted to this from his composing, the ghost opened his eyes to see... another ghost only a few meters from him. This ghost appeared to be young man who looked to be about Yuri's own age, at least when he was alive, and seemed to be in a rather gloomy state of mind. And... were those burns on his neck? Yuri bumped right into the ghost before he could swerve out of the way; only the ethereal can touch the ethereal if they are not materialized. "Oh sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going, nor did I expect to meet another ghost here." Yuri apologized to the other phantom with a nervous smile. This was a completely unexpected meeting for Yuri, meeting a fellow ghost at this time and place.

[Ivan Crone]

40th Summer 513 A.V Ivan felt awkward as one of the few phantoms roaming about the streets. His course while attempting to avoid collision with the living. A few passed through him which would have caused his stomach to churn had he any. He continued his stroll amongst the others along the Bazaar. I am never going to get use to this, this whole walking through others and not feeling awkward about all of it. Ivan kept a quick and steady pace through the crowd looking down to his feet. He stopped walking briefly to try and float a bit higher. Between the distraction of trying to figure out what all he could do and the rambling of the other people to here the humming from the ghost who had been slowly approaching him. A sudden bump would cause Ivan into jerk back in shock. "Gah!" he let out looking to the phantom who was before him. Still a bit surprised that someone actually had touched him kept him in high alarm, "I am sorry, I didn't realize that I should have kept on moving." Hearing the remark that the man before him was also a ghost made him smile. "I am still getting use to all of this. I didn't know that it would be so ... easy to find another ghost."

[Yuri Forsin]

After bumping into the ghost and apologizing, Yuri found himself at a loss of words. Judging from his words, it seemed this man had only just... recently died. It was odd thinking about it in this way for Yuri, but it was the only way to think about itf. The state of this ghost's mind must be in turmoil and confusion, as is the case with most ghosts. Yuri shuddered in remembrance of the first days of his own undeath. He was driven to a mad state, sadness and insane rage at the same time, an initial madness instead of confusion. I won't let that happen to this man... Yuri felt a determination to help this new ghost, though he felt extremely unsure of what to do or say. It was here that his introversion was beginning to kick in. But... what do I even say to him? Shaking his head of the thought, Yuri smiled at the ghost, "You... umm... are relatively new, aren't you?" Yuri looked up at the phantom shyly. "Er... follow me. Little point just staying here in the middle of a crowd." While saying this, a woman passed straight through Yuri, the poor woman appeared to be mortified by what she just experienced. Watching her frantically run away in fright, the musician ghost chuckled softly. "Ah, don't worry about people passing through, you'll get used to it." Yuri glided off through the crowd, beckoning the other ghost to follow. It was a hot windless day, but the tails of the pianist ghost's tailcoat flapped as if there was breeze blowing. Yuri continued passing through the crowd, humming softly as he did. It seemed like he almost forgot that he had another ghost following him. Stopping in front of an inn, Yuri took a glance at it. "Now, who was it that lived here?" The musician ghost couldn't exactly remembered and shrugged to himself, when he looked back to see the other ghost. "Ah! I didn't quite catch your name. Sorry for the lack of introducing. I'm Yuri Forsin, but simply Yuri would do."

[Ivan Crone]

40th Summer 513 A.V Ivan looked to his new acquaintance as they stood their both a seemingly speechless from the sheer happenstance encounter they had just shared. New to the whole undead life Crone was hoping for any type of guidance; was it a higher being setting him up with another he could question and relate to or was it just luck. At the moment he couldn't really believe anything except luck. After all what cruel being would kill a man in such a manner and allow him to remember such a death. Deaths were suppose to be painless in his mind, you know live out your life working in whatever job you were left in till you died peacefully in your sleep. Alternatively it was fighting in a heroic battle dying for a great and noble cause but know I didn't get either of those luxuries I died trying to retrieve something. Heck was it even worth my life, and why am I still even thinking of this. Ivan appeared a bit frustrated and disgruntled by the position he was left in. At first the silent exchange of glances and expressions they shared was a bit nerve racking to the point where he was about to speak up when the other ghost interjected his own thoughts. Ivan was comforted by the question at least he knew that Ivan seemed inexperience with all of this. "Yeah I died recently," he returned standing their once again a bit uncomfortable with the fact he really was dead and that others seemed to be in this state. The next remark made Ivan raise a brow in and inquisitive manner. Follow him? I don't even know who he is what he is thinking. Then again I need all the help I can get. The woman then trudged through him in a brisk pace. Her mortified expressions caused Ivan to wince with regret. He knew that being a ghost caused many others discomfort especially when passing through one. He then was drawn forward through the crowd by the phantom in an ominous manner. With no one else and nothing else to turn to Ivan decided to follow. As the man hummed Ivan mind was put at ease slightly from the calming music. Ivan followed in silence till another question was shot his way. "I am," he paused with dismay, "Was, Ivan Crone. I don't know what I am anymore. Yuri?" he pondered out loud, "Is it normal to remember ... ones death? And not other things." He frowned hoping this amnesia that fragmented his past was not just because of horror.

[Yuri Forsin]

"Hmm? Amnesia?" Yuri looked at Ivan curiously. Personally, Yuri did not experience any loss of memories from his past life, so Ivan's state was a little new to him. It must be terrible for Ivan, remembering only his death. And it must have been a painful death, seeing from the burned clothes and burns on Ivan's neck. Then again, all the ghosts I met have a similar trauma to myself... Putting aside his curiosity, Yuri simply nodded to Ivan, "Well, I suppose it is different from person to person Ivan, depending on... er... how they died, but I'm sure given some time the better memories will start returning." The older ghost, albeit by probably a year or two, smiled reassuringly, but in the back of his mind Yuri was worried; what if Ivan's memories did not return, and he had to spend the rest of his ethereal life with only the memory of his death? Insanity... would soon follow, something Yuri didn't want happening to Ivan. Yuri drifted out of the crowd next to the entrance of the... Traveler's Row, that was the name! Still humming, the musician ghost looked up at Ivan. "Now... all I can say right now is that as time passes, you will get used to all of this. All ghosts, myself included, go through what you are experiencing right now. Confusion, frustration, in the worst cases hysteria and rage..." Yuri smiled cheerfully at Ivan, "Thankfully, it seems you only have the former two." But it was the latter two for me... Ivan... was lucky in Yuri's eyes. To have find someone who could help and guide him through this, something Yuri did not have in the same situation. It almost made him feel proud, he was going to be a mentor! Oh dear, that just sounds silly... For the next little while, it seemed that Yuri was absentmindedly watching people pass by while humming his tune, when in actuality he was simply thinking of what to do. That's when he got an idea. "Ivan, I'm sure your aware that our state as ghosts give us... unique abilities to put it bluntly. Maybe I can teach you a little about them?" Yuri almost smirked to himself; here he was, about to teach another ghost about how to be a ghost. Who would have thought that would ever happen?

[Ivan Crone]

40th Summer 513 A.V A frown passed over his ghostly features as the man drew out his unsure thought on his previous remark. His cloths were charred about the edges and Ivan didn't seem to find anything awkward about it and yet he couldn't help but fixate on his fellow phantoms outfit. He sure does look elegant considering ... well ... being dead. "Well I guess things could be worse with my memories. I could realize what all I have left and feel worse about it." He didn't honestly believe that but it was useful to say it out loud . Yuri's smile caused a slight glimmer of happiness in his essence. Anything else probably would have caused him to spiral into the depression of his death. Continuing his pace behind the bloke, Ivan delve back into his mind for a bit, in hopes to pull back anything. Name to a face or reconstructing his past in a logical order. Sadly nothing came back to him; suddenly they arrived at the destination which Yuri had brought him too. "Traveler's Row," he read from the sign over the building. Listening for Yuri to finish his thoughts Ivan's smile turned a bit lopsided. Confusion and frustration being able to lead to the most severe of options. "Hysteria and Rage?" he sighed a bit worried about that those to issues were a possible option. "Right because frustration and confusion over why I am still here is so much better!" he shouted ruffling his hand through his hair a bit upset. "What am I suppose to do? I can't think of anything good in this situation. I am dead, and I have no clue what my life was like and why the heck I died!" The man was humming once again and it was clear he was reasonably talented when it came to music. But he was just offered a teacher in a manner of words which was useful. Ivan did feel helpless when it came to his abilities as a ghost. "Any help would be appreciated," he stated as calm as he possibly could.

[Yuri Forsin]

Yuri flinched slightly at Ivan's sudden shouting. Yet his expression remained surprisingly calm; this was nothing compared to the insane outbursts of an ethereal friend of Yuri's, sweet yet unstable Miss Kouri. The pianist ghost's gaze was now softer as he patted the inexperienced ghost's right shoulder and smiled encouragingly. "You may not know why you became like this, but this is the reality you and I have to face. We can only continue on, and seeing that you are still here, there is a reason why you became a ghost. Soon enough, you'll find out..." I need to find some way to assure him that his death is not the only horrific death out there. Yuri pointed at his white ruffle shirt under his tailcoat, though it was more red with blood than white. "Its... the same for most ghosts. Something happened in our lives that made us feel the need to finish or do something. And our deaths, often times we can't understand why it happened." Saying this, Yuri felt a small memory pop up: It was in the Bronze Woods at night, that Spiritist, cloaked in black, leering down sadistically at him as Yuri writhed in pain from the icy touch of a ghost- Argh, not now! The ghost hastily shook his head to focus on the present. Hearing Ivan accept his offer, Yuri grinned cheerily at the ghost. "Alright then, I hope you know some of the basics. Like, floating, blinking and that sort. But there are a few skills that are especially useful." Taking a moment to concentrate his soulmist over his body, Yuri materialized from his translucent, flickering appearance into a more solid looking form, though it still stood out from his surroundings. "Now this is Materialization. It lets us ghosts to take on a more solid form. Not only do we look solid, we can also feel solid and touch things." Noticing a young man coming out of the inn, Yuri calmly lifted his left hand up, letting his fingers graze past the man's neck as he walked. The ghost hardly bothered to look after the man, but the human gripped his neck quickly and appeared to shiver for a moment. "We can touch, but to the living it feels rather cold and uncomfortable. Some stronger ghosts can even cause painful harm by merely touching a person. However..." Yuri raised his right pointer in the air as if to make a point, "We cannot move objects with only Materialization. Come on, I think the Bazaar might be a better place to show this..." Yuri moved back into the crowd as he head to the market place to demonstrate the next ghostly ability to the newly deceased.

[Ivan Crone]

40th Summer 513 A.V Ivan looked at Yuri briefly trying to think of a way to calm down. "I can't even take deep soothing breaths anymore to calm down." Yuri's pat encouragingly on the shoulder was a bit comforting but he still was stuck with the reality. "Is there anyway out of this? I mean being ... a ghost? And what if I don't want to remember my past; what if it was so horrible my mind blotted it out for a reason." He closed his eyes and looked down at the floor hoping that Yuri would have more words of wisdom for him. Lorn looked down as Yuri pointed down to the red stained shirt. That was the type of scene that would have made him sick to his stomach; not having a stomach though kept that sensation at bay. "I know why my death happened though? There was a fire and I was in the house ... I don't know why I didn't leave." Then he saw Yuri suddenly started to shake his head as if pained by something. "Um are you ok Yuri?" His eyes widened when Yuri explained that there was more to being a ghost. His soulmist then formed around his body surprising Ivan. He didn't know about this and it was a bit of a shocker. Without even waiting for and instructions the new ghost began to mimic what he had just seen. His own soulmist now began to envelop his body bringing out similar pigment of his original body. Ivan watched as the human felt Yuri's touch. Ivan grinned a bit from the though of being able to interact once again. "What is the downside of this." Grinning with a bit questionable expression. Yuri then walked back out from the inn to the Bazaar no doubt for yet another lesson. Ivan wanted to stay in this semi corporeal stated but eased back as it was easier to maneuver through the crowd while intangible. "What are we doing out in this group? I though we went back to the inn for privacy's sake?"