Medford, Oregon
All there was was a plate with the shards spelling "sab" from the shards, sadly not enough to ask where sabrina or why he is here, so little ghosty goo moves the shards around to say "why" then "hre" then "?" before she throws a shard towards him cause she be a frustrated child.
Woodland, Washington
the two stop and turn towards the lady before little miss sabrina began to speak. "Wait, your not human lady?!" she exclaims in a very pale fashion as mocha gives a facepaw. "Ofcoarse she isn't human, dumbass! I could tell from the way she looks! that and she has a distinct disintrest to humans..." she meowed in a very pissed off fashion."S-Sorry... I just, normally a supernatural would try to attack me at first. now i'm curious, what supernatural are you?"she asks in a very curious tone, letting everything else just blow past her.
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08/11/2017, 03:13 AM #21
LilyScarlet; 08/11/2017, 04:28 AM. "If I cut the strings that held me hostage would i fall and shatter?"
08/11/2017, 04:45 AM #22
Woodland, Washington
"Supernaturals? Is that what they're calling us now? The names seemingly get dumber and dumber as time goes on." they replied with a small sigh. "Not all of us are evil. Many are violent, yes, but many simply wish to live their lives. Times have changed, and so have we. Mostly."
"You may call me Nue." they finished.
"Supernaturals? Is that what they're calling us now? The names seemingly get dumber and dumber as time goes on." they replied with a small sigh. "Not all of us are evil. Many are violent, yes, but many simply wish to live their lives. Times have changed, and so have we. Mostly."
"You may call me Nue." they finished.
Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.
08/11/2017, 04:52 AM #23
Medford, Oregon
After a minute of nothing but quiet... Jacob slowly pushed open the front door and stepped inside the house. The air definitely felt... heavier? It was a tad hard to say. The detective took a deep breath as he could feel his hair stand on end as if there was another presence in this home. Which little did he truly know, there was.
Slowly making his way through the house, Jacob kept a straight face and his gun at the ready in case of an emergency. Eventually he made it to the source of the noise.
It seemed as though a plate had fallen... or perhaps thrown? Either way Jacob lowered his weapon as he got down to one knee to get a closer look... it seemed as if the shards of the plate were trying to spell a sentence. It was a tad hard to make out what it says, but the most he can tell is that whatever caused this is asking 'why here?" Different thoughts quickly raced through his mind. Not just thoughts of who or what had broken this plate, but also thoughts of what the shard's are trying to ask exactly.
Is whatever that did this asking why Jacob himself is here? If so he had a few questions of his own... Unfortunately he was quickly met with a ceramic plate shard flying from the ground right at him. Acting quickly he covered his face with his arms, causing the plate shard to imbed itself into his coat sleeve, in turn leaving a small hole in his coat. If it was thrown with any more force... or if it was any sharper, it would have cut not just through the coat but also his undershirt and possibly even his own skin. Either way after that little incident he could not help but ask aloud.
"Whoever is here please know that I do not mean any harm to his household or those that live here. I'm only here to help the owner of this house with a serious problem of hers. Firstly I suspect that whatever you are, you must be some kind of... spirit or something. Normally if I was any sane man I probably wouldn't believe myself when I say that, but I've seen my own fair share of the supernatural. So if you are a spirit please give me a... more peaceful sign if I am correct on that assumption." He spoke in a calm, and surprisingly collected voice in this situation. He really wasn't really trying to be hostile or anything, in fact he was being quite honest when he says that he's just here to help the poor mother who lost her child. More surprising of thing is that... he's actually considering the option that he is dealing with a spirit. Most other investigators probably wouldn't think of such a possibility, but Jacob is no ordinary investigator...
Over the past few years he's encountered a good amount of different supernatural entities. Namely shadow spirits, but because of his few encounters he's been more open to the paranormal and the potential of them existing. That combined with the strange reason of why a plate broke for no reason when no one to his knowledge was inside, with how the shards were seemingly forming a sentence, and lastly how a shard was just flung at him from some unseen force really makes him consider that he is dealing with a ghost...
After a minute of nothing but quiet... Jacob slowly pushed open the front door and stepped inside the house. The air definitely felt... heavier? It was a tad hard to say. The detective took a deep breath as he could feel his hair stand on end as if there was another presence in this home. Which little did he truly know, there was.
Slowly making his way through the house, Jacob kept a straight face and his gun at the ready in case of an emergency. Eventually he made it to the source of the noise.
It seemed as though a plate had fallen... or perhaps thrown? Either way Jacob lowered his weapon as he got down to one knee to get a closer look... it seemed as if the shards of the plate were trying to spell a sentence. It was a tad hard to make out what it says, but the most he can tell is that whatever caused this is asking 'why here?" Different thoughts quickly raced through his mind. Not just thoughts of who or what had broken this plate, but also thoughts of what the shard's are trying to ask exactly.
Is whatever that did this asking why Jacob himself is here? If so he had a few questions of his own... Unfortunately he was quickly met with a ceramic plate shard flying from the ground right at him. Acting quickly he covered his face with his arms, causing the plate shard to imbed itself into his coat sleeve, in turn leaving a small hole in his coat. If it was thrown with any more force... or if it was any sharper, it would have cut not just through the coat but also his undershirt and possibly even his own skin. Either way after that little incident he could not help but ask aloud.
"Whoever is here please know that I do not mean any harm to his household or those that live here. I'm only here to help the owner of this house with a serious problem of hers. Firstly I suspect that whatever you are, you must be some kind of... spirit or something. Normally if I was any sane man I probably wouldn't believe myself when I say that, but I've seen my own fair share of the supernatural. So if you are a spirit please give me a... more peaceful sign if I am correct on that assumption." He spoke in a calm, and surprisingly collected voice in this situation. He really wasn't really trying to be hostile or anything, in fact he was being quite honest when he says that he's just here to help the poor mother who lost her child. More surprising of thing is that... he's actually considering the option that he is dealing with a spirit. Most other investigators probably wouldn't think of such a possibility, but Jacob is no ordinary investigator...
Over the past few years he's encountered a good amount of different supernatural entities. Namely shadow spirits, but because of his few encounters he's been more open to the paranormal and the potential of them existing. That combined with the strange reason of why a plate broke for no reason when no one to his knowledge was inside, with how the shards were seemingly forming a sentence, and lastly how a shard was just flung at him from some unseen force really makes him consider that he is dealing with a ghost...
08/11/2017, 06:02 AM #24
Woodland, Washington
Listening to nue speak and talk about how humans have become lazy over the years, little mocha chimed in, "They have never been that creative on certain names i mean c'mon! the flames names are just a latin name for each of their respective personality traits, like little curiosity here." she tilts her head towards little sabrina, who is more focused on the name 'nue'. "I swear I have heard the name 'nue' before..." She spoke out loud in a very curious tone. She had no idea what a nue was or even why she had heard about it, whereas little affina/mocha knew nue's 'myth' and how mischievous they can be, having been around the age that little nue was 'killed', twitching her tail in annoyance at her master's stupidity. Muttering something in a foreign language about how stupid she was.
Medford, Oregon
Hearing the man's words didn't really quell her unease about another person coming in here without permission, so she thought they weren't really getting to him properly. This time, she had moved to Sabrina's room, and had dropped a book on the ground, it being one of Sabrina's diaries that she had kept very hidden, rambling on about the strange encounters and about her cat, the little ghosty goo turned to a page and had turned to her page, one describing the ghost in detail from head to toe and about how 'temperamental' the ghost can get if they feel like they are being threatened or if Sabrina was threatened. She then sat on her bed, leaving a child sized indent of a little girl sitting on the bed, letting it squeak and groan as it hadn't been used in a while, even a bit of dust puffing out.
Last edited by LilyScarlet; 08/12/2017, 03:22 AM. Listening to nue speak and talk about how humans have become lazy over the years, little mocha chimed in, "They have never been that creative on certain names i mean c'mon! the flames names are just a latin name for each of their respective personality traits, like little curiosity here." she tilts her head towards little sabrina, who is more focused on the name 'nue'. "I swear I have heard the name 'nue' before..." She spoke out loud in a very curious tone. She had no idea what a nue was or even why she had heard about it, whereas little affina/mocha knew nue's 'myth' and how mischievous they can be, having been around the age that little nue was 'killed', twitching her tail in annoyance at her master's stupidity. Muttering something in a foreign language about how stupid she was.
Medford, Oregon
Hearing the man's words didn't really quell her unease about another person coming in here without permission, so she thought they weren't really getting to him properly. This time, she had moved to Sabrina's room, and had dropped a book on the ground, it being one of Sabrina's diaries that she had kept very hidden, rambling on about the strange encounters and about her cat, the little ghosty goo turned to a page and had turned to her page, one describing the ghost in detail from head to toe and about how 'temperamental' the ghost can get if they feel like they are being threatened or if Sabrina was threatened. She then sat on her bed, leaving a child sized indent of a little girl sitting on the bed, letting it squeak and groan as it hadn't been used in a while, even a bit of dust puffing out.
"If I cut the strings that held me hostage would i fall and shatter?"
08/11/2017, 06:53 AM #25
Woodland, Washington
"Flames? Hm, I can't say i'm that familiar." Nue started, partially feigning ignorance. They had heard the name before a couple of times, but weren't exactly curious as to what they were. Though one of these "flames" seem to have dropped here out of nowhere. Monster hunters of some description? It was strange, though the cat was the more curious creature here, their eyes glancing at the creature as it spoke.
"Though, i'm going to assume since you're looking into the disappearances, the kidnapper is a monster of some description? Explains a lot, the be honest. Quite annoying also. Things such as that have a nasty habit of following me whenever I move between towns. Such pests. Not that I fight much anymore. Probably quite rusty. It's been a few centuries since i've had a good fight." they explained.
"Flames? Hm, I can't say i'm that familiar." Nue started, partially feigning ignorance. They had heard the name before a couple of times, but weren't exactly curious as to what they were. Though one of these "flames" seem to have dropped here out of nowhere. Monster hunters of some description? It was strange, though the cat was the more curious creature here, their eyes glancing at the creature as it spoke.
"Though, i'm going to assume since you're looking into the disappearances, the kidnapper is a monster of some description? Explains a lot, the be honest. Quite annoying also. Things such as that have a nasty habit of following me whenever I move between towns. Such pests. Not that I fight much anymore. Probably quite rusty. It's been a few centuries since i've had a good fight." they explained.
Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.
08/11/2017, 08:33 PM #26
Medford, Oregon
After a small moment of no response, Jacob could feel almost feel as if some sort of presence moved past him. It felt almost like a very faint gust of air as the ghost had moved past him for Sabrina's room. At first Jacob couldn't tell what happened, but after the small thump of a book falling to the floor Jacob turned his head to the bedroom.
Before going immediately in there he began thinking of what he could possibly do to more easily... communicate with this spirit. Thinking for a moment he had an idea... If this was indeed a spirit, perhaps he could get a more suiting response via an EVP. It's something those 'ghost hunters' on TV usually try to do. He remembers watching those kinds of shows with his brother before his brother's disappearance. Thinking about this he took out his phone from his coat pocket and switched to his audio recorder. Turning the recorder on his cell phone on he then made his way to the bedroom. Although he was cautious and careful. In fact he remembered how the mother told him to be extra careful in her daughter's bedroom, which is where the spirit had seemed to have gone to.
Fully knowing a mother's wrath... mainly from his own mother when he was a young child, he gulped a little as he slowly stepped into the bedroom.
The bedroom seemed to be... somewhat typical to what someone the age of Miss Duguard's missing daughter would like. Either way as he slowly entered the room he looked around and saw a book on the floor, and what seemed to be an imprint on the bed.
Seeing the open book on the floor he slowly walked to it and bent down to read it.
What the page the book seemed to be turned to was about some kind of spirit, how temperamental the spirit could be, and more notably how protective the spirit was over this household. Not only that but it seemed as if the handwriting was... not sloppy by any means, but not perfect either. It was clean, perfectly ledgible handwriting of what seemed to be a girl's diary of sorts. Putting a thumb on the page so he wouldn't lose it, he lifted the cover and saw that it was indeed... a diary. The diary of Sabrina? Well this is definitely interesting.
With this in mind, and his audio recorder still going Jacob asked as calm as he could in an attempt to not make this... ghost any angrier. He already had a shard of ceramic from a plate thrown at him, so he definitely doesn't want this ghost who he is aware has the power to harm someone, get angry and hurt him... or worse... Make a mess out of this room.
"This book, it's a diary? Is what's written in it about whoever you are? That is if anyone is even there. If so please do answer me. I really do not mean any harm as I'm only here to help as much as I can. So please just speak your business." He said as he holds his phone, with the audio recorder still going. His gun had been holstered before he came in. As he asked this he gently closed the book and placed it on a table in Sabrina's bedroom. Hopefully the ghost will actually speak and his audio recorder app on his phone will catch it.
After a small moment of no response, Jacob could feel almost feel as if some sort of presence moved past him. It felt almost like a very faint gust of air as the ghost had moved past him for Sabrina's room. At first Jacob couldn't tell what happened, but after the small thump of a book falling to the floor Jacob turned his head to the bedroom.
Before going immediately in there he began thinking of what he could possibly do to more easily... communicate with this spirit. Thinking for a moment he had an idea... If this was indeed a spirit, perhaps he could get a more suiting response via an EVP. It's something those 'ghost hunters' on TV usually try to do. He remembers watching those kinds of shows with his brother before his brother's disappearance. Thinking about this he took out his phone from his coat pocket and switched to his audio recorder. Turning the recorder on his cell phone on he then made his way to the bedroom. Although he was cautious and careful. In fact he remembered how the mother told him to be extra careful in her daughter's bedroom, which is where the spirit had seemed to have gone to.
Fully knowing a mother's wrath... mainly from his own mother when he was a young child, he gulped a little as he slowly stepped into the bedroom.
The bedroom seemed to be... somewhat typical to what someone the age of Miss Duguard's missing daughter would like. Either way as he slowly entered the room he looked around and saw a book on the floor, and what seemed to be an imprint on the bed.
Seeing the open book on the floor he slowly walked to it and bent down to read it.
What the page the book seemed to be turned to was about some kind of spirit, how temperamental the spirit could be, and more notably how protective the spirit was over this household. Not only that but it seemed as if the handwriting was... not sloppy by any means, but not perfect either. It was clean, perfectly ledgible handwriting of what seemed to be a girl's diary of sorts. Putting a thumb on the page so he wouldn't lose it, he lifted the cover and saw that it was indeed... a diary. The diary of Sabrina? Well this is definitely interesting.
With this in mind, and his audio recorder still going Jacob asked as calm as he could in an attempt to not make this... ghost any angrier. He already had a shard of ceramic from a plate thrown at him, so he definitely doesn't want this ghost who he is aware has the power to harm someone, get angry and hurt him... or worse... Make a mess out of this room.
"This book, it's a diary? Is what's written in it about whoever you are? That is if anyone is even there. If so please do answer me. I really do not mean any harm as I'm only here to help as much as I can. So please just speak your business." He said as he holds his phone, with the audio recorder still going. His gun had been holstered before he came in. As he asked this he gently closed the book and placed it on a table in Sabrina's bedroom. Hopefully the ghost will actually speak and his audio recorder app on his phone will catch it.
08/31/2017, 01:10 AM #27
Woodland, Washington
Mocha had taken a notice to her staring and politely replied. "If your wondering, I am a construct to this young girl. Well, any of the Mirus flames anyways." She simply meowed. Sabrina simply sticking her toungue out at her as she continues to look curiously looks at nue with an intrigue that has begun to sicken mocha even more. Sabrina ignores her and continues to look at nue "Actually, we just... erm, escaped from the creature." She would chuckle nervously. "It might come back for us. soooo, we might have to get moving." is all she said before she would sit down.
Medford, Oregon
Little ghost would simply only look around and listen to his words "Sabrina.... I wanna know, where is my mirus flame" is all she could say before she would let out angering voice."Where is she... Where is Sabby..." She continues to turn the pages until it reaches the last thing she wrote, about her cat, telling her she is no longer safe in the place she calls home, and that it is better for her to go around in search of a better place and in return, to help the cat be free from this curse of being in the book.
Mocha had taken a notice to her staring and politely replied. "If your wondering, I am a construct to this young girl. Well, any of the Mirus flames anyways." She simply meowed. Sabrina simply sticking her toungue out at her as she continues to look curiously looks at nue with an intrigue that has begun to sicken mocha even more. Sabrina ignores her and continues to look at nue "Actually, we just... erm, escaped from the creature." She would chuckle nervously. "It might come back for us. soooo, we might have to get moving." is all she said before she would sit down.
Medford, Oregon
Little ghost would simply only look around and listen to his words "Sabrina.... I wanna know, where is my mirus flame" is all she could say before she would let out angering voice."Where is she... Where is Sabby..." She continues to turn the pages until it reaches the last thing she wrote, about her cat, telling her she is no longer safe in the place she calls home, and that it is better for her to go around in search of a better place and in return, to help the cat be free from this curse of being in the book.
"If I cut the strings that held me hostage would i fall and shatter?"
08/31/2017, 03:40 AM #28
Medford, Oregon
Jacob after about five minutes of nothing, decided to try to playback the recording on his phone to see if he got anything. To be honest he was surprised at what he found on the recording. For among the quiet ambience of the house, he heard a slight bit of static with a voice among it. Hearing this Jacob was surprised. He wasn't expecting to get a response, but he did... and it was the ghost where Sabrina, this 'mirus flame' is. At first the voice sounded a bit saddened, but then it got quite angry. Hearing this he turned off the recording and looked down at the book as the pages turned to to the most recent thing written.
What he read in the book didn't make much sense. He didn't get what it meant by the house no longer being safe. Was it the ghost that made Sabrina want to leave? It doesn't seem like it, for the ghost just seems... sad for her to be gone. Not only that but the thing about the cat and the curse just... he needed more information. After reading the book he stood up and called out. "Listen. I am here for one reason and one reason only. Finding Sabrina. Her mother invited me into this home, she gave me permission to search for clues and I think I have enough. All I need to do now is talk with her mother. If you can understand that, then please don't... get angry with me? I have some experience with the supernatural so I understand you must be some kind of spirit. I've been doing a lot of traveling lately, and I intend to find her by any means necessary. So just calm down. If you understand please give me a sign..." He said with a brief pause before speaking up again. "... A more... peaceful sign preferrably."
Last edited by SUSTIC; 08/31/2017, 05:32 AM. Jacob after about five minutes of nothing, decided to try to playback the recording on his phone to see if he got anything. To be honest he was surprised at what he found on the recording. For among the quiet ambience of the house, he heard a slight bit of static with a voice among it. Hearing this Jacob was surprised. He wasn't expecting to get a response, but he did... and it was the ghost where Sabrina, this 'mirus flame' is. At first the voice sounded a bit saddened, but then it got quite angry. Hearing this he turned off the recording and looked down at the book as the pages turned to to the most recent thing written.
What he read in the book didn't make much sense. He didn't get what it meant by the house no longer being safe. Was it the ghost that made Sabrina want to leave? It doesn't seem like it, for the ghost just seems... sad for her to be gone. Not only that but the thing about the cat and the curse just... he needed more information. After reading the book he stood up and called out. "Listen. I am here for one reason and one reason only. Finding Sabrina. Her mother invited me into this home, she gave me permission to search for clues and I think I have enough. All I need to do now is talk with her mother. If you can understand that, then please don't... get angry with me? I have some experience with the supernatural so I understand you must be some kind of spirit. I've been doing a lot of traveling lately, and I intend to find her by any means necessary. So just calm down. If you understand please give me a sign..." He said with a brief pause before speaking up again. "... A more... peaceful sign preferrably."
08/31/2017, 03:55 AM #29
Woodland, Washington
Nue leaned back into the bench, soaking in both of their words as they closed their eyes for a moment. An artificial talking cat? That was a new one. At least from how it sounded, at least. And this creature was close by. Lovely.
"Welp, good luck with that. Remember this, though. If you cannot run, try to at least choose your battlefield wisely, hm? Simple things can change a lot in a life or death scenario. Don't worry, though. I'll be there when i'm needed." Nue spoke calmly. "Now, i'd get moving. Time is ticking."
Nue leaned back into the bench, soaking in both of their words as they closed their eyes for a moment. An artificial talking cat? That was a new one. At least from how it sounded, at least. And this creature was close by. Lovely.
"Welp, good luck with that. Remember this, though. If you cannot run, try to at least choose your battlefield wisely, hm? Simple things can change a lot in a life or death scenario. Don't worry, though. I'll be there when i'm needed." Nue spoke calmly. "Now, i'd get moving. Time is ticking."
Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.
09/19/2017, 08:21 PM #30
medford, oregon
The ghost closed the book and moved it upwards, looking towards the man and nods before she gently places the diary away instead of slamming it. She then heads towards the recorder and attempts to turn it on, though to jacob, it's like someone is trying to take his recorder from him with no warning. All she wants though is to talk with him and warn him about affina. affina... that demon is all she thought about as she tried to take it.
woodland , Washington
Listening to the lady, sabrina nodded before wandering off, much to the pleasure to prying eyes. Mocha noticed and almost puffed up in both fear and anger before she was sort of forced to follow sabrina in a very pained way.
As the two walked around the corner, an all too familiar hand grabbed sabrina's hand and the lady it belonged to smirked.
"going somewhere, sweetie?"
The ghost closed the book and moved it upwards, looking towards the man and nods before she gently places the diary away instead of slamming it. She then heads towards the recorder and attempts to turn it on, though to jacob, it's like someone is trying to take his recorder from him with no warning. All she wants though is to talk with him and warn him about affina. affina... that demon is all she thought about as she tried to take it.
woodland , Washington
Listening to the lady, sabrina nodded before wandering off, much to the pleasure to prying eyes. Mocha noticed and almost puffed up in both fear and anger before she was sort of forced to follow sabrina in a very pained way.
As the two walked around the corner, an all too familiar hand grabbed sabrina's hand and the lady it belonged to smirked.
"going somewhere, sweetie?"
"If I cut the strings that held me hostage would i fall and shatter?"