Pax goes chasing ghosts.   Posted by Game Master.Group: 0
Pax
 player, 15 posts
Mon 17 Sep 2018
at 02:20
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Pax nodded solemnly. "Yes, I know. I was hoping maybe I could help, so you would not have to do this on your own. But maybe you are better at searching without me..." She was uncomfortable asking Pariya to take such risks, but had no way of retracting her request now that the bird spirit was here. Pariya wouldn't understand the Shaman's hesitation.

"Hmm, that's a good idea! Okay. We were at this bar, over near the west side. It has a faded flag in the corner window and a lot of people. I put the statue under a table in the back, there was a little compartment made from wood. I wrapped it in my scarfs first, the blue ones, you know?"
Pariya
 NPC, 6 posts
 Peri, Watcher
 Bird Spirit
Wed 19 Sep 2018
at 05:32
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Pariya titters excitedly and fluffs her feathers, happy to have a clear task.  She much prefers doing over thinking.  "I can go there right now!  Even if it isn't still there I can ask the local pigeons if they have seen it!  I'll find out where it went!"

And with that, she's off like a streak, her materialized form dissolving to the astral, and then carrying her out of your view.  She does not return for several hours.

When she arrives at The Big "O" it is closed down for the night, and a local crow says he hasn't seen anything wrapped in bright blue scarves leave the building.  He would have noticed something pretty like that.  So Pariya is forced to wait.  She passes the time investigating an open dumpster with something that initially looked like another cake in it.  In the end it was very much not a cake, but she had fun anyway.

Then in the early hours of the morning, after the bar is closed but the streets are still quiet, a lone person in a long coat pulls up on a motorcycle.  An elf, Pariya sees - and his eyes shine like mirrors.  He lets himself in to the bar with his own key, and emerges a short time later, dutifully locking up behind himself.  It is well-hidden inside that long coat, but Pariya's eyes see things mundane eyes cannot - and she can detect the uncomfortable shimmer of the blood spirit even though the coat seems to muffle even that.

She follows the man on the motorcycle to a very tall, shiny building in the Tacoma district near Downtown, and watches him go inside.  Following him in, and delighted to discover that this building doesn't seem to have spirit warding (none she can't deal with, anyhow) she follows him into the elevator and up up up up up.  She doesn't note what floor because numbers aren't that interesting.  He meets a man at a doorway, and that is where she has to stop - the building may not have a spirit ward, but this man seems to.

It is, however, easy enough to borrow the eyes of a pigeon on the ledge.  She watches the elf hand a shorter, balding human man the bundle, as well as a small datastick, then depart without so much as a word.  The man, taking a deep breath and swallowing hard, slowly unwraps the bundle.  Looking unease the whole time, he stares at the obsidian chunk for a moment, then his form flickers astral for just a moment.  He drops the obsidian chunk and recoils in shock, putting a hand to his mouth as if trying to stifle a nausea that hits on a level deeper than the physical.

He gathers the chunk into the scarf again gingerly and wraps it well, before laying it on a side table.  Apparently thinking this over further he picks it up again and relocates it, first considering the mattress of the bed across the room, then shuddering at the thought and placing it under the couch cushions instead, clearly wasting no time in getting it out of his grasp again. He then takes the datastick and sits at a desk, slotting it into his personal assistant.

He shakes his head in horrified disbelief as he flips through the stick's contents.  When he finally finishes he sighs deeply, clasps his hands together, bows his head and closes his eyes, apparently talking to himself for a moment.  When he lifts his head again he does his best to look determined, before setting up the personal assistant on the desk and unfolding a keyboard to begin typing.

Pariya returns to you around 1 in the afternoon with this information.

This message was last edited by the player at 05:42, Wed 19 Sept 2018.

Pax
 player, 16 posts
Mon 1 Oct 2018
at 04:08
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Pax waited patiently for Pariya to return. When the minutes ticked by, she eventually regained her feet and went to tidy up her small one-room apartment. Sweeping up the crumbs from the bird spirit's sacrificial treat, she sprinkled them out her window for another bird to find. Nervous energy kept her pacing, as she strode to her pile of thick duvets and knitted blankets that served as her bed and began redistributing the layers.

Lulled by the act of fluffing her comforters, Pax came back to herself only as Pariya knocked on her windowsill and tumbled inside. Dropped the blanket, the Shaman hurried to her friend, looking her over for any sort of malignant residue. Pax had never seen Pariya hurt before, and indeed Inzhu said it was impossible, but she worried all the same.

As Pariya chattered over the results of her stakeout, Pax tapped her fingers to her lips and rocked back on her heels. An office worker? And an elf? Well, the elf was probably just hired help. The office though was the confusing bit. From Pariya's observations the recipient seemed smart enough to leave the statue alone, but that didn't mean much in the end.

"Pariya! You did so wonderfully! Thank you very much, I never would have gotten this far without you. Do you think, if I enter the astral plane, you could help me get to that office?"
Pariya
 NPC, 7 posts
 Peri, Watcher
 Bird Spirit
Mon 1 Oct 2018
at 22:32
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
A prideful puffing of feathers.

"Of course I can show you the way!  Don't be silly!  It's what I am best at."

"Would you like to go now?"
Pax
 player, 20 posts
Tue 2 Oct 2018
at 01:22
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Pax grinned, "Yes, please, Pariya!"

Then she perked up, staring at the right-hand corner of her abode. "Ah, one moment actually!" Scurrying to her small shrine, she quickly unwrapped a tiny sliver of handmade oat-cake and sprinkled dried angelica and offered up a prayer to her ancestors for good luck and true sight.

Grabbing her skirts up, she pivoted and fell back to her knees before the bird spirit. "Okay! I'm ready now, canim." Adding action to word, she closed her eyes and centered herself, tugging at the thread that held her to her mortal coil and preparing to unsnare it.
Game Master
 GM, 39 posts
Sun 7 Oct 2018
at 22:30
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Pax closes her eyes and begins to sway ever so gently, listening to the hum of the world around her.  The hum grows louder, all-consuming, as the swaying gradually stills on the outside and becomes a sway in your inner being.  The deafening thrumming of the noise and the motion become one and carries you away from the physical, the still form of your body left behind.  Your spirit is free to fly with Pariya.
Pariya
 NPC, 8 posts
 Peri, Watcher
 Bird Spirit
Sun 7 Oct 2018
at 22:34
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
After a brief moment of happy chittering and flying in loops with the shaman she considers a favorite playmate, Pariya leads the way for Pax straight to George Thorogood's hotel.

You feel a ward protecting the place, barring you entry.  A criss-cross of lines of energy forming an incomprehensible web of sigils over the place.  It seems to be protected from intrusion by astral bodies and spirits.

"I could take you to the ledge, Abla?"

The ward is not very strong.  You might be able to pass it with effort.
Pax
 player, 23 posts
Thu 11 Oct 2018
at 01:27
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Pax twirled through the sky like a ribbon on a gust of air, both there and not, both real and imagined. Pariya was at her side, a warm beating lodestone to keep the Shaman from unraveling and drifting away like dust as thousands of currents plucked and teased at her attention. Eventually her thoughts coalesced, running ridges of interference as the young woman honed in on her watcher-spirit and shoved aside the rest.

The wards glow white-hot, a warning she can feel, and Pax hovered in place to study the window. Wards were particular. Pax hated messing with them unless she had to, mostly because she respected other's privacy. If they had gone to the effort of warding something, it was because they didn't want her type of intrusion. It seemed all the ruder, then, to push on.  And if it weren't for her self-tasked mission, Pax would have tacitly accepted defeat and moved off. This job, though, was too monumental for manners to hinder.

Making a quiet plea for forgiveness to the building's spirits, she nodded to Pariya. "Okay, let's try!" It felt strange to talk here, her words floating by like a forgotten echo.
George Eustace Thorogood
 NPC, 18 posts
 Seattle Stranger Writer
 Ludmila's friend
Thu 11 Oct 2018
at 06:31
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Peering through the window, Pariya and Pax can see an exhausted George sitting bathed in the bluish glow of an open laptop.

He's sipping a steaming hot cup of tea, and staring balefully at the scarf-wrapped bundle just across the room from him.  It's pretty obvious he hasn't slept - and that he would like to.

The ward is much weaker up here.  You could pass through it with a merely routine amount of effort.
Pax
 player, 25 posts
Thu 11 Oct 2018
at 13:51
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Pax and Pariya shared a glance before the duo crept forward. She was a little concerned that whoever had placed these wards hadn't attempted to protect this man's room above all other spaces, but maybe they hadn't been designed with him in mind? "Okay, canım, you can stay out here if you'd like. I don't know what will happen when I go inside."

Pressing forward, Pax grit her nonexistent teeth as the energy fizzled and stung. It wasn't painful so much as distracting, like her molecules were being scrambled, and she closed her eyes at the last second to move past the bright lights.

Stepping into the office itself, Pax paused for only a brief moment. Admittedly she hadn't intended on spying on the client himself, and felt a little bad about waltzing into his home like this, but with the statue so close she had other more pressing concerns. Even though she was an astral shape right now, she crept awkwardly around the man's table and hunched her back as she headed unerringly for the obsidian piece. The sooner she finished this the sooner she could leave him alone.

Pax halted, brushing tangled hair away from her face as she stared at the blue bundle. Part of her shivered, unwilling to reach out for that disturbing presence that had wrapped her up in the truck. In the end, compassion won through, and Pax reached out with a flat palm, trying to stir the blood spirit to consciousness so that she could help it move on.
George Eustace Thorogood
 NPC, 19 posts
 Seattle Stranger Writer
 Ludmila's friend
Thu 11 Oct 2018
at 23:19
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
George starts in his chair, spilling a little of the hot tea on himself, and turns in your direction.

"Hello?" You see the shimmer and gentle brightening in his aura that tells you he has opened his senses to the Astral.  "Who is there?  Can you hear me?"

He rises to his feet.  "My goodness... weren't you one of the 'runners?  What are you doing here?"
Pax
 player, 27 posts
Fri 12 Oct 2018
at 02:11
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Startling, Pax whirled back towards the desk, her hands fluttering aimlessly in front of her as she squeaked, "Ah! You can see me?!"

For a second she was frozen in preternatural dread, all sorts of demons and angry spirits rising up in her mind's eye, before the man called her out once more with curiosity rather than the predicted wrath.

"Oh no, you spilled your tea!" Pax ghosted across the room, pulling a handkerchief from one pocket as she blotted ineffectively at the liquid seeping across the desk. She flushed, pulling back to wring her hands and awkwardly avoid eye contact. "Uhm, right, I suppose I can't actually fix that..."

Oh dear. A tiny voice in Pax's ear wondered if Enigma would be mad at her now. Was she allowed to make contact with the buyer? Did it matter since the job was done already? How had he even noticed her!

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to intrude! Well, actually, I mean, I did mean to intrude, only I was hoping it wouldn't be an intrusion since you wouldn't see me except that is still kind of an intrusion isn't it...?" The young Shaman blanched, peeking cautiously at the man's face for some indication of his reaction. Oh, this was really bad. She should have knocked first!
George Eustace Thorogood
 NPC, 20 posts
 Seattle Stranger Writer
 Ludmila's friend
Sat 13 Oct 2018
at 00:05
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
George squints, as if he can barely make you out.  It's a strange counterpoint to the usual spaced-out look most get when they perceive astrally.

"What?  Oh no, it's quite okay, it didn't land on anything important don't, er, trouble yourself.  Um, welcome?  I wasn't exactly expecting you but, I suppose... make yourself comfortable?"  He closes up his ragged bathrobe around himself a little better.

"Now... yes!  You were one of them, weren't you?  I don't know what brought you here but, uh... I'm actually quite curious to talk with you... if you're willing?"

His tone and body language seem to say 'I'm still a bit worried you might hurt me, but I'm keeping an open mind.'
Pax
 player, 28 posts
Tue 16 Oct 2018
at 22:23
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
"Oh!" Pax flapped her hands in front of her body, as if trying to brush away the uncomfortable situation. "Oh! Yes! I'm one of them!" Her tone lilted up at the end, more an effort to persuade than a concrete statement. She really did feel bad, barging in on the poor man like this.

It also kind of put a damper on her secret mission, now that she was no longer a secret. Pax glanced conspicuously over her shoulder at the scarf-wrapped object, before smiling weakly at George. "Uhm. I think I can answer questions. At least, no one said I couldn't answer questions, so probably I can." They would have told her, right? If there was top secret stuff you shouldn't spill to the buyer? He was the buyer after all. Pax was pretty sure that was the important bit.

Suddenly she realized that she was standing in this man's office in the middle of the night while he peered weakly in her direction, and Pax let out a dramatic cry. "You should be sitting down, sir! Do you need more tea? Tea is good for you, it will help you feel better. Here! I will find you some!"

She spun, scanning the room. "Oh, I almost forgot! My name is Pax. It's nice to meet you." She'd never introduced herself to a normal person by her call name, and it was one part thrilling and one part silly.
George Eustace Thorogood
 NPC, 23 posts
 Seattle Stranger Writer
 Ludmila's friend
Tue 16 Oct 2018
at 22:49
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
"Ah, no, nono.  One stands when greeting guests.  And fortunately," George raises the mug slightly, "I still have plenty left.  I'd shake your hand but, well..."

"You'll have to forgive me, I can't actually see or hear you very well.  I'm not a full-fledged mage.  Not even close, really.  I can just perceive beyond the veil a little bit.  An Astral Adept, they call it... ironic really.  'Adept' normally implies you're good at a thing."

He settles back into his chair, slumping a little.  By his eyes and posture you're fairly certain he's been up all night.  "I guess you must be the magic-user on the team, then?  This..." he gestures vaguely in the direction of the bundle, looking deeply uneasy about it, "...thing.  Were there more?"
Pax
 player, 29 posts
Sat 20 Oct 2018
at 23:09
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
"You really should sit though, sir! It's not like I'm a real guest, and besides if this is about decorum it should really come second to comfort." The young girl peered at the man, her face hovering, as she worried. What if he was just about to fall asleep before she barged in? What if the act of seeing her was taking up all his energy? Or worse, what if he ran out of tea!

She wasn't willing to be the reason for his exhaustion, so Pax took matters into her own hands and plopped gracelessly on the floor of his office, skirts swirling around her knees. "There, see! We can both be at ease!" Hopefully the client would do the same. She couldn't very easily help him as she was now, especially if he wouldn't take her advice!

Luckily he seems weary enough to listen, rubbing at his eyes and trying to find her astral outline with a bleary gaze. Pax determines to sit very still so he won't have to try so hard. "I'll just talk loudly, then! It's not like anyone else will hear me, so I can be very loud, you know!" She grinned mischievously, her tone pitched about two times higher than normal.

"Oh, but I don't do magic, sir! It's more, hmm. Sometimes magic talks to me, right? And I listen to it. The actual magic stuff, though, that's not for me. Like... watching a river and appreciating its eddies and flows and noticing when something is inhibiting its path or where it could move to experience a new direction."

The obsidian statue was a cold presence at her back, like a knob of frost pressed to her spine, and Pax nodded in solemn acknowledgement. "Yes, sir, there were. You only asked for one."
George Eustace Thorogood
 NPC, 26 posts
 Seattle Stranger Writer
 Ludmila's friend
Mon 22 Oct 2018
at 17:46
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
He nods, "And one is more than enough.  I... I can't sleep with that thing here.  Fortunately it's only temporary."

"But I want to know what became of the others.  Are they all sitting at the bottom of the Sound, waiting for the Azzies, or someone else, to recover them?"  George seems distressed at this possibility.  He takes a sip of tea to steady himself.

"Or did you do... something else with them?"
Pax
 player, 31 posts
Mon 29 Oct 2018
at 17:15
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Now that they'd mentioned the elephant in the room, Pax glanced back at the statue and frowned. It was so utterly alone in this space, a gaping wound that beckoned her. "Oh, but you shouldn't say that, sir," she turned back, tugging at her sleeves and leaning forward. "It's not their fault, you know, that this happened. And its so terribly lonely. Maybe you don't want to share this space, but you are, aren't you? So perhaps you could make the best of it. They don't have that choice."

She had felt bad for the man, earlier, but now Pax was a little upset. He was the one who had paid for and bought this statue, and now he was too discomfited by its presence? Did anyone ever wonder why blood souls were so wretched? Pax understood the instinctive horror, the need to recoil, but since it was all the same she also understood compassion. The spirit hadn't asked to be twisted and perverted in this manner. It just was. And without a blood mage around to abuse it further, to ask of it, the statue and the spirit it contained was no more evil than anyone else.

George seemed to be doing his best. Only sometimes Pax wished humans had an easier time understanding that there was more to emotions than instinct. "No, it was just the truck that we put in the water. Well, and the Mage. The others... I just asked them if they wanted to go, and they listened to me, I'm not sure they could do anything else, but I told them I was there and that I would listen to them too. And so they went."

Pax tucked her knees to her chest and hunched inward, glancing up at the man through wild strands of hair. "I had to let this one go, though. For the mission. But that's why I came, tonight, to see how it was. I promised I'd help it go if it wanted to."

She lifted her chin, unwilling to dissemble or soften her intentions. George didn't seem like a bad guy, but he'd bought the spirit for a reason that meant he wasn't going to like her intentions. She wasn't supposed to upset the client, Enigma had explained all about the different codes and standards of professionalism when she'd joined up with him. Maybe she couldn't follow through on all of that, but she also wasn't about to lie.
George Eustace Thorogood
 NPC, 30 posts
 Seattle Stranger Writer
 Ludmila's friend
Tue 30 Oct 2018
at 00:40
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
George breathes an audible sigh of relief when you say the others passed on.  "That's a weight off my mind.  I...  Well, thank you for that."

He taps a finger on a book on the desk next to him.  "I'm no shaman, so I've been doing some research to more properly understand these things.  Blood spirits are not like other spirits.  They don't exist in nature, unlike spirits of sky or forest or even city spirits.  Other spirits arise naturally from their environment."

"Blood spirits are different.  Forced into existence by a mage's will, they have great difficulty sustaining that existence.  Normally they need to feed... on blood... to sustain themselves.  Quite frequently, too.  I am not sure what makes this one different... the rock it's bound to seems to be slowing the process.  Which... as far as I can tell only prolongs the thing's suffering."

He suppresses a shudder.  "One theory goes... the spirit is created by extracting a little bit of the soul of the person from whom the blood was drawn.  Carving it off, as raw material, to be shaped into an imitation of a nature spirit.  But all the theorists agree... the spirit created doesn't retain any of the identity of the soul from which it was made.  Just... suffering."

"When this is done, I hope you'll lay this one to rest, too."

George exhales hard, and shakes his head slowly, staring wearily at nothing in particular.  "I can't help but feel I'm in this so much deeper than I expected."
Pax
 player, 32 posts
Tue 30 Oct 2018
at 01:27
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
She tucked her chin atop her knees, watching George morosely. Pax got the feeling that he was more lonely than scared, and that this explanation was perhaps unintentionally a way of reaching out for connection. It didn't matter that she had already read most of this, in various permutations, Pax listened to his cadence alongside the information itself.

"I think it's the obsidian. I'm not sure, just a feeling, but I think the stone helps keep the spirit in stasis. They wanted to transport them, and they only sent one Mage to watch over them. That implies a sense of control, of direction. I think were we to break the statue or release the spirit without giving it permission to be free that it would be hungry, just as you've said."

"Souls are different from spirits, you know..." Pax began to fiddle with her skirts, humming slightly as she hunted a fleeting thought. George and everyone else was upset because of the human that had died, had been made to die, to create this spirit. That was a transgression against humanity. At the same time, a spirit was born, and even if it was a spirit of suffering and welter, she wanted it to find its path and move forward. Sometimes spirits wanted the same things as humans, but mostly they just needed space and respect.

"I think it's a good thing, that you're trying, sir. Otherwise you'd always wonder, wouldn't you? You'd know, at the back of your head, that you let these spirits suffer. As for what happens next," Pax shrugged, "It is what it is. We just follow along in the wake of our choices. There's no point worrying about what has already been done."

She stood, skirts whirling as she tromped back to the statue. Pax held out her hands, not quite touching the scarves but hovering all the same. That ugly aura pulsed, she could feel it, and her skin shriveled at the proximity. The Shaman smiled, pushing through the discomfort. "It's okay, see? The client says I can let you go soon, if you still want to go. You won't have to be alone anymore, unless you want to. It's okay, I'm here. I'm not going to leave you." Tears dripped down her cheeks as Pax tried to soothe the spirit. "You just gotta wait a little longer, sorry. Sorry."

She didn't know what the blood spirit needed. Unlike most of her other contacts, it had yet to speak to her directly or otherwise make itself known. But Pax felt it, in her bones, the rawness, the wrongness, and she knew that someone needed to reach out to this spirit and let it know it was being heard. It wasn't alone.
George Eustace Thorogood
 NPC, 33 posts
 Seattle Stranger Writer
 Ludmila's friend
Sun 11 Nov 2018
at 06:44
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
George cocks his head at this, silently processing for a moment.

"You... you are worried about the spirits aren't you?  Not the people who died, not the evil corporation behind it... but the spirits.  Right?"
Pax
 player, 33 posts
Mon 12 Nov 2018
at 17:52
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Pax was silent for a long moment, ignoring George as she focused on the blood spirit. It didn't matter that it wasn't talking back to her, Pax was okay with the quiet. When she was very little, she hadn't known how to talk to the things that she saw, either. She remembered the frustration, of being surrounded by these invisible forces but never quite able to reach out to them. And yet, they had always come back. Waiting, chatting, watching. Spirits didn't require speech in the same way that humans craved, not many of them at least. Even when Pax had felt so alone she had always known the spirits were with her.

They never left. It didn't matter if she was silent, if she was surrounded by people, or all by herself. The spirits were there either way. Pax had learned to respect that presence, to understand that it wasn't the same as her family or even her friends but something far more universal. She wanted to give that presence back to the Blood Spirit, to let it know it's existence was being witnessed. It didn't have to comply with her expectations to be recognized.

She rubbed at her cheeks, glancing back across her shoulder. "Of course. There's plenty of people to worry about the rest, but no one ever thinks that the spirits are on their own journeys. Maybe it's too alien for us to understand, for some of them, or maybe it's difficult to separate your world out, but that doesn't mean they're any less deserving of our thoughts."

Pax reached for the statue again, her fingertips brushing a muffled curve. "It's like this, see. It's sad, that someone died. It's not fair. And those Mages are bad people, we have to stop them. But it already happened. This one, they're already here, and no amount of worries will change that. You can't blame it for being what it is, it didn't get to choose. So it makes me sad, that no one is willing to hear it out, or wonder what it's going through."

"It's just a scary evil Blood Spirit, right? And it's true, from a human perspective. Blood Spirits are dangerous, they feed, they hurt, they can't let go of that one moment. But humans are dangerous too. We kill, we war, we hurt each other for far less logical reasons than need. And if no one listens to this one, if no one cares, what do you think will happen? It'll escape eventually, you can't destroy what it is or lock it away. So when its finally free, do you really think you'll be any better off if you've spent all this time afraid of it?"

"We can't change nature. Human nature, spirit nature. But that doesn't mean we can't try to be conscious of it. So yes, I worry for the spirits. Not because they're better than humans or more important, but because I believe they're just as deserving of worry and twice as likely to be ignored."
George Eustace Thorogood
 NPC, 34 posts
 Seattle Stranger Writer
 Ludmila's friend
Mon 12 Nov 2018
at 21:42
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
George nods silently, very slowly, as he listens to Pax's explanation.  She's an odd girl, but she makes a lot of sense.

"You're right.  You are.  I'm just so surprised... to meet someone who doesn't treat spirits as just tools to be used.  That's a rare thing."  He wipes a film of tea from his upper lip.  "Rare enough these days to meet someone who doesn't regard other people as tools, for that matter."

He regards you curiously for a long moment before continuing.  "Even the Salish and the Pueblo shamans and spirit-talkers, and the most... pardon me... oddball of the street shamans - for all their talk about respecting and honoring the spirits, they don't relate to them like people.  You do...  And that's remarkable."

"You have my word, you can treat with this spirit once I have done what I need to.  Talk with it, free it, lay it to rest as you did the others - as you see fit."

"Will you come back here, say, tomorrow evening at 8?  Maybe use the door this time."  He smiles warmly.  "What name should I give reception?"
Pax
 player, 34 posts
Wed 14 Nov 2018
at 19:10
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Pax patted the stone one last time, forcing herself to lay her hands over the quivering violence. When she turned back to George, it was to blink myopically and rub at her arms. "Oooh, it is late, isn't it? Oh no! You need to go to sleep, sir! You shouldn't be up this late. Oh no, now how will you wake up in the morning!"

She backpedaled, waving her arms frantically as if that might somehow soothe the older man into slumber. Pax hadn't meant to keep him up! Not really. But she'd forgotten that old people went to bed at normal times. "Uhm, yes! That sounds good. I'll come back when it's polite, right. Now that I know you'll let me in, there's no reason to use the window!" she laughed, awkwardly, before edging towards said window.

"My name! Yeah, my name is Pax. If you tell them that, I'll come back. But, sir, spirits aren't people, that's the thing we get confused. They're spirits. They don't have to be people or follow people logic, only, that also doesn't mean they're less than people. That's all. It's not complicated, I think you'll get the hang of it if you stick around these things much longer."

While she couldn't see past the crisscross latticework of warding at the window, Pax felt Pariya's presence instinctively, and she smiled. "It's okay though. It's hard. No one expects you to be perfect. I'm glad you didn't kick me out, or something! I'll be back tomorrow, so go to sleep please! Or at least, uh, add some yaupon. I don't think that tea is helping you very much."

With that she pushed her way bodily through the window, curling up tight to get through the sticky web of warding in one piece. "Oh, maybe you don't have any? I'll bring you some tomorrow, then, sir! Bye now," Pax called back through the barrier, certain her spirit voice would carry as she darted out to regroup with Pariya.
George Eustace Thorogood
 NPC, 35 posts
 Seattle Stranger Writer
 Ludmila's friend
Thu 15 Nov 2018
at 05:48
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
"Oh don't worry about it!"  George waves a hand dismissively.  "This conversation has been a welcome distraction.  Though yes, I probably had better get some rest at long last.  It's been a pleasure meeting you... Pax."

He favors you with a bemused, even fond smile, as you explain about spirits.  "I see.  I think I understand you.  But I doubt I will ever understand the spirits as well as you seem to."

George stifles a yawn.  "I look forward to your next visit!  Take good care of yourself and that little spirit with you, Pax."