hadriel_logs | Event Post: Ghosts That We Know

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Ghosts That We Know event
Where: All over the city!
When: June 21st-29th
Warnings: Emotional trauma, ghost murder, long slow deaths

It's been awhile since something really awful happened. Or maybe it hasn't - maybe you had a really awful day just yesterday. Don't worry! Things can always get worse. And they sure will, because when you awaken on June 21st, you'll find yourself haunted.

Maybe it's a relative, someone who raised you and loved you deeply. Maybe it's a friend, someone close to your heart. Maybe it's a former - or current - lover, someone you've given your affection to. Maybe a mentor, a coworker, a person who doesn't even know you love them. Whoever they are, they're someone who matters very much to you - and now you're seeing them where you shouldn't. They're haunting you, taking each step alongside you, and they're exactly like the one you love.

Over time, you'll feel yourself growing weaker as the ghost gains strength. Being able to see your loved ones again is a double-edged sword, because they're sucking the life from you. What are you going to do? Die, so that they can live? Or kill them to preserve your own life? And what do they want you to do?

By the 26th, the ghosts will have taken enough energy from you to be solid. That means you won't be the only one who can interact with them anymore - and maybe your friends here have opinions of their own about what should happen to that ghost draining your life away. But hopefully someone will do something, or else you'll die along with your ghost on the final day of the event.

Hey, didn't we get a few psychologists here in our cave city? Man, you guys are gonna be booked up after this one.

► This log covers June 21st-29th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you can't bring yourself to murder someone you love, no one else is around to lend a hand, and you die - please let us know here.

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Henry grimaces.

"This a cruel place, for one of your talents."

He does not like the idea that he is adding to that, but there's no way around it. He's incapable of ignoring Iamarl.

Even just an echo.

"Much of the city is aff—"

Afflicted, he almost says, but cuts himself off. She is no disease. He starts again.

"Affected. Will so much sentiment do you harm?"

This man must be, of not doubt, a kind one. A soldier, perhaps. A hero? Alice knows he's no one to fear at the moment, nor the ghost that clings to him. She can feel it's rise of disagreement, something he was going to say, but she makes no indication.

Instead, Alice gives a slow shake of her head, expression gentle and appreciative,"The pain has already been done but it's nothing unhandable. If I could not feel these pains, guilts, and deep loves, I believe I would be a very useless exorcist."

And worse yet, she would never have met Yuri,"Some of our troubles lead us to great discoveries."

Though, Alice cannot say that this shall do the same. Whatever it is, it lives like a parasite and unlike anything she's ever encountered.

Henry half-smiles.

"You speak truth."

Had England not been at war with France, he would have never known Edward and Iamarl intimately. Had the Door not dragged him here, he would not have met Maketh, his sworn sister.

"Might I ask your name?"

"Alice, I'm Alice Elliot," She gives him a short curtsy, a clear indication of how she was taught to interact with others. Her mother was big on manners and she's found that being polite, regardless of the person she's speaking with, can result in something rewarding and insightful of the other,"Pleased to meet you, good sir. I only wish it could have been under better circumstances."

Where he wasn't fading and giving his life to another thing. Were these ghosts true at all or just a monster in the visage of a loved one? She dares not speak those words aloud.

It's been a while since he's seen a curtsy: years ago, in Edward's court at Aquitaine, during a lull in the war, before Diabolus' monstrous hordes when the French were the worst threat they faced. He gives a courtly bow in return to match her level of courtesy.

"Henry Percy," he offers in turn. "Well met, Alice. You seem a noble woman."

He means it in the sense of the ideal, not the rank. As he straightens back up, Iamarl breaks her silence.

Ask her to exorcise me, she says, firm.

Henry's eyes snap to her and he shoots Iamarl a vexed stare, his refusal in that gaze.

After a moment, Iamarl casts her violet eyes down. If not now, later. We have her name.

Alice dips her head at the compliment but doesn't address it. It's not the first time a person has considered her noble in some way or form. It helps that it's true, even if hearing it aloud makes her feel a little embarrassed.

"If you require my services," She pauses. She knows what her words mean and if his ghost can hear then the last thing she wants to do is cause it pain,"You're welcome to contact me. Please be safe."

And then,"Both of you."

She may not be able to see the spirit but she can feel it. It would be rude for her not to acknowledge it.

She thinks it necessary, Iamarl says.

Henry shakes his head at her, then returns his attention to Alice.

"I shall keep your offer in mind."

He then dips his head in farewell. "God be with you," he says in parting, then draws his sword again as he turns away.

Iamarl rises to her feet, and he waits for her to nod before resuming their sparring — which Iamarl does only after casting Alice a glance. If she could be heard she would not let it end here, but she cannot be and so it does.

You are trouble, she tells Henry, before darting into range.

Her hand touches the cross at her neck and she dips her head at his words, mimicking them before she leaves.

"God be with you, as well."

Event Post: Ghosts That We Know

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