Spring 20th 519 AV
"Speech"
"Speech"
Sunlight struggled to break through the dull grey clouds that lay thick and heavy over Infinity manor. Just as well, as the constant grey hid the horrific aftermath of the households battle with Uldr's priest. The Manor's sentience had been laying dormant since that day, caught up in a deep sleep as it recovered. Leaving its precious flower gardens to rot in the bitter cold. The deep jagged moat that surrounded the property filled with mud and rainwater, covering the deadly spikes that waited beneath the hastily construsted plywood bridge. Stress cracks and splinters crossed over the Manors walls where Infinity had been too exhausted to repair itself before its hibernation.
The constant rainfall that kicked off the spring season had washed away the blood and visceral of the battle. And the bodies of the Shinya that had died on the grounds had long since been recovered. But the households inhabitants, both living and dead, had taken longer to heal. Choosing to stay indoors and lick their wounds, cut off from the rest of the world.
Not that they had much time to rest.
"What in the name of Ionu's ambiguous ass is wrong with you now!"
Jomi loomed over two small wooden cots in Madeira's room at the top of Infinity's tower. Where a baby girl, much too big for being twenty days old, wailed and thrashed insesently. Her brother, who was swaddled in the bed beside her, gave a wet sounding hiccup as his eyes brimmed threatingly with tears. Upset at having been startled from his nap by his sisters cries and the angry looming ghost peering over his crib.
Madeira was in the first floor kitchen preparing food for herself and against better judgment had put the ghost in charge of the newborns in her absence. And it took all of five chimes before the situation started to spin out of control.
The ghost turned his closed his eyes, blocking out the fussy infants screams, and instead focused his mind on the erratic soulmist that battered around his form. The dull red light of the Dira stone hidden in his palm shone brighter as the soulmist carved out his body and reshaped him into a disturbingly convincing pseudo human. The ghost marvelled at the ease of the transition. A fraction of the concentration was needed to keep his soulmist in line, and it expended half the energy to keep up the appearance. He shivered at the memory of having received it. His own little piece of Death.
The ghost knelt down in a frustrated huff and extended his hand towards a meagre of fluffy cotton animal toys. Drawing up the latent power in his soulcore to draw out and activate the soulmist in his arms. Jomi rolled out his soulmist and separated the ends. Using the ribbons of soulmists to wrap around the plushies and to push them up against the pull of gravity. Jomi raised the animals up over the edge of the cot and held it up to the little girls pinched red face.
The girl child wail slowed and turned to a watery eyed sniffle at the sight of her favourite toys and Jomi took the blissful silence as opportunity to hum an old Kenashian lullaby.
Jomi's deep unpractised voice struggled to keep up the tune as he used the ribbons of soulmist to slowly turn the toys. The animals dipped into the crib and weaved around each other, each suspended by a coil of soulmist as they danced. The girls high pitched whine eased and lowered as she watched, momentarily distracted by whatever had made her so upset. Instead she watched, mesmerized by the magic trick and lulled by the ghosts janky voice.
And then the brother let loose as piercing cry.
Upset and cranky from his interrupted sleep and now enraged at being ignored by the dancing toys the little boy screamed incessantly. The ghost startled himself, having dropped his guard as he focused on the girl, loosing his focus and dropping the projecting tendrils of soulmist. The toys fell on the gurgling baby girls face, the shock of being assaulted by the plush toys prompting another fit as she battered her tiny fists against the bedding.
The ghost dissolved, dropping his form into a formless haze of panicked defeat as he fell through the floor of the bedroom and into the main floor of the Manor.
The ghost gathered himself and blinked into the kitchen, jumping desperately into Madeira's body. Their souls collided before the spiritist instinctively made space for the invading ghost, allowing Jomi to exist alongside his hosts soul. The ghost wound his soulmist into Madeira's bones, taking his time to cover the entirety of her body and seep into its small delicate pieces. The tendons in the spiritists feet and hands jumped and stretched as the ghost entered the muscles of both. Taping into and focusing on the strings of the astral soul that carved paths between the individual cells. The possession trained, broken in and familiar body encased the invading spirit like water in a vase. Jomi was sure he knew his Masters body better than he had ever known his own in life. Once fitted comfortably along side his Masters soul Jomi took the opportunity to speak directly into her mind.
LETS GO FOR A WALK
WC: 890
Boxcode by Allassanachassanya
