Timestamp: Spring 30, 511 AV
Liam stood in the narrow space between two buildings in the Nitrozian plaza watching as the people meandered about aimlessly wasting their lives away. Would he be any different, given a second chance at life? Liam doubted it. Life was blissful ignorance, but it could just as easily be taken away as Liam's had been not all that long ago. Now he remained, a ghostly comparison to what he had been in real life. But he had true purpose now. For once in his existence he knew what he needed to do, but in order to do that he must stay locked between life and death. If he ever gave in he would vanish, and be born once again blissfully ignorant. Liam could not let that happen, not now when he was filled with such purpose.
Fulfilling that purpose was still a long way off, though, and he still needed to master his new talents. Liam turned away from the life of the plaza and wandered through the alleys where the less fortunate made their homes, begging for scraps in the market before returning to makeshift dwellings in dirty alleyways. Liam despised them, but he also knew that nobody would care what he did to them also. He would practice on them, and make himself be ready. The Therins, the family which he had been haunting most recently, needed a break before they became too suspicious and sought outside help. The homeless would never afford such help.
After a while Liam came across an urchin he recognized. It was the man who had helped him a few days earlier, and apparently the coin he'd received had done little to improve his station other than to fill his bottle a few times. This was why Liam despised most beggars, the money they took they wasted instead of using it to better their lives. But whether he liked them or not, Liam could still make use of the man. Liam appeared in front of the man who, as before, was sleeping and didn't notice him. "Ahem." The beggar jumped at the sound and looked about startled, his eyes fixing on Liam hovering in front of him. "It.. its you?"
"Hello again, friend. I told you there might be more work for you if you did good. I have another job for you, if you're interested."
The homeless man eyed Liam warily. He had no reason not to trust Liam, he had done nothing to warrant distrust, but in almost all the ghost stories he'd heard they were not to be trusted. "That depends.. What's the job?" How annoying, Liam thought to himself. "Oh it's nothing dangerous, I promise you. We don't even have to leave the alley. All I want is to possess your body, just for a little while, so I can practice walking around." The man stared at him for a long time before finally answering, "You.. you want to possess my body?" "Just for a bit! I just want to walk. I'll give you five mizas after." "Make it ten." "Six." "Nine." "Seven!" "Okay, seven, but you better not make me do anything that will get me in trouble." "Deal."
Liam had plenty of mizas and the only reason he had bothered to haggle was because they were at the bottom of the lake and he had to bring them up one by one. All in all he was satisfied. He would have offered a lot more if he needed to to get practice he wanted. Hopefully having a willing vessel would make it a lot less tiring, and he could maintain control for longer. |
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