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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Jun 30, 2013 16:45:17 GMT -5
Aimeric was carrying his kitten along the path to the Manor, a small smile on his face. He had been walking his kitten, Mooshi, but she got tired and started meowing to Aimeric, as if to indicate she was too tired to walk any longer. So now he was carrying the small kitten to the Manor. He'd never taken her before, but now he was.
He was scared that she would meow too much and cause a ruckus, but she knew better than to do that. He had a pretty smart kitten, and now he felt like he was ready to take her to the Manor. He pet his kitten with that same smile as he kept walking, Mooshi licking his cheek in return, which made him laugh quietly.
Once he reached the Manor he quietly entered, finding a book from the library before looking outside. It was pretty nice out, he couldn't deny that. He thought about it, then decided it would be appropriate to go outside and read his book as opposed to staying inside.
So, off he went to the gardens, his hands full with Mooshi and his book now. He took a seat and carefully sat the petite feline down in his lap, opening up the book and reading the first page. He always preferred books to electronics, no matter how stupid other people thought it may have been for him to be reading as opposed to sitting there with his smart phone and texting people. Not that he had anyone to text.
He saw Mooshi pawing at the pages, followed by small 'meow's. Aimeric smiled and looked down at his kitten, kissing the top of her head. "You silly thing, you.." He spoke softly, petting her briefly before looking back at his book, flipping the page every few moments as he continued his reading.
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Post by Maria Chevau on Jul 1, 2013 9:37:36 GMT -5
Why were people insisting on coming to the manor and bothering her?
There were plenty of ghosts and Phantom characters living in the manor, but that didn't alter her perspective on things. She didn't interact often with others, and when it came to interacting with the living Maria was quite poor at it. She had proven to get along with the Phantom characters, if only because she found them endearing over anything else, but she still was rather set on the fact that the mansion should remain with her and the ghosts, and didn't care for the villagers that would choose to wander up to the mansion for no good reason and just walk through as if no one lived there.
She came down to the library watching as a tall pale man selected a book from the shelf. Resisting the urge to chuck a book at the back of his head she looked down to the tiny kitten he was holding.
She'd never admit that a tiny corner of her heart melted at the sight of the tiny creature. Maybe he wasn't as bad as most of the living. She drifted out to the garden watching as he settled down. He just began reading. Maria watched for a while, but quickly grew impatient. He seemed like a nice enough fellow, but she was curious about him. Perhaps he'd like to talk to her. Maria gently picked up the kitten concentrating on keeping her grip on it. It was difficult. It always was when she came in contact with the living. Still, she should be able to move the kittens off her lap over to the bench. The pages rustled softly at Maria's presence the poltergeist's efforts sending ripples of movement over the small area.
Would he notice now? Maria didn't reveal herself falling still to measure his reaction. She had thought he might be friendly looking after the kitten. She still was nervous being around him. He was not only alive, but a guy a little bit older than her. If she'd still been alive he could have been one of her suitors.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Jul 1, 2013 15:07:12 GMT -5
When Aimeric saw his kitten in mid-air he nearly gasped, his eyes wide. It was more than likely one of the ghosts that was at the Manor, he knew that much. So, with a small frown he tried taking Mooshi back, being as careful as he could. He was silent though, not making a noise. He didn't want even a ghost to hear his voice. He had Selective Mutism, one of his biggest flaws that he couldn't eliminate, even if he wanted to.
Once he managed to get the small feline back in his arms, he closed his book and stood, ready to leave. He was already scared enough. He'd seen the ghosts' tricks in the Manor, watching them bother other people and knock things over, but he'd never had a personal encounter. This was certainly something different, and he wasn't expecting it one bit.
The kitten meowed quietly, signaling that it was scared. Aimeric wanted to see this ghost before he just took off. He squinted his eyes slightly as he tried seeing any signs of where the ghost may have been located, but no luck. He had felt a cold drift though when he was getting Mooshi back, maybe that was the ghost itself. Or it could have just been the wind, he didn't know.
He knew he felt uneasy though, but something kept him there. Something made him want to stay, made him want to try and communicate. Well, communicate with his notepad at least. Ghosts were once living, so they must have stories too right? They couldn't be the most boring people to talk to, to put it lightly. But maybe this was an 'evil' ghost. Maybe it wasn't friendly at all and was just there to scare him. He didn't know. But he certainly wanted to.
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Post by Maria Chevau on Jul 1, 2013 16:52:32 GMT -5
Her grip on the kitten disappeared as soon as the man's hands clasped around it. The kitten was quickly tucked back into the safety of it's master's grip a soft wave of happiness running through Maria as she watched the kitten be carefully tucked close and petted. The kitten was comforted. Maria expected the man to leave immediately following. She wasn't, after all, an average ghost. She was much more physical, though it affected her ability to become visible. Most ghosts could appear but not interact with objects. Hers was the opposite problem.
She was slightly disappointed when he prepared to immediately leave. Could she say she wasn't expecting it? Unfortunately no. He was after all living and most likely frightened by something that wasn't there moving things around. Well, that didn't matter. He'd be gone and she'd be free of one of the humans that seemed far too sure of themselves to be walking around a manor that had more ghosts than most could shake a stick at.
He didn't leave. Maria hesitated, seeing that he stayed where he was. He could move, she wasn't stopping him. It would take a lot of effort to be able to do that. A light brush crossed his cheek as Maria watched him wondering why he wasn't going anywhere. She considered pushing at him, but instead hit against the bushes the plants fluttering for a moment before they straightened.
Well, she couldn't leave it like this. Maria focused, trying to bring herself in. It took time. Slowly a faint outline of where she was formed, across the path from where he was. She managed to pull through, but she was still slightly transparent, set a couple inches above the ground. The sixteen year old girl could be seen tilting her head hesitantly as she looked at him.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Jul 2, 2013 21:06:16 GMT -5
As Aimeric saw the bushes rustle, he suppressed a gasp, stepping back slightly. So there it was.. He watched for something to appear, the look of an innocent child as he slowly ventured near the bush. Not too long after, he saw the ghost, at which his eyes widened.
It wasn't someone old, it was someone just two or three years younger than him. 16, perhaps 17 or so? As opposed to running, as most would do, he took a step forward and waved briefly, to see if she could see him.
He quickly set Mooshi down and took out his notepad, writing something down before showing it to her. 'Hello..?' Was the word written down on his notepad. He could hardly believe that he was not even 3 feet away from a ghost. An actual ghost. Never had he been so up close and personal with one.
But it made him almost made him sad. It was a teenager, not someone who was even an adult yet. And she died. He didn't know how, but she did, and it made him sort of sad to see someone who didn't even get to live their life. And if anybody was going to try and interact with her, it would be him.
He didn't particularly enjoy interacting with people because he couldn't speak, but he was very, very interested in doing so right then. Of course because she was a ghost, which would make her more interesting to talk to, but also because she seemed so eager to get his attention, and he wondered why. Maybe she wanted to just mess with him, but it seemed to him that maybe she wanted to talk to somebody. He didn't know why she chose him, but she did.
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Post by Maria Chevau on Jul 3, 2013 6:50:30 GMT -5
It was just a bush moving around. Maria didn't see why he had to get all dramatic. It could be passed off as the wind, something explainable unlike seeing someone walk through a wall. His eyes were still wide, almost childlike with innocence as he peered around expecting to see whoever was responsible. That took her back slightly. He was a man. Even worse, he was full grown. Maria was used to seeing the worst in them, and scaring them was more difficult than it was with the women. They had a harder time admitting to themselves that they were scared using false bravado to stick it out. Him though, he didn't look at all like that. He was big enough to hurt someone, but watching him she was doubtful that he would.
She waved back at him curiously as he waved at her, unsure what to do with someone who clearly wasn't frightened at her presence. Maria smoothed down her skirt looking down at the slight rough edges. It wasn't as bad as it had been when she had actually died, but it wasn't as beautiful as it should have been unmarred by damage. He was throwing her off balance uncertain what to do with someone who wasn't frightened of her.
Her words were quiet when she spoke, shyness obvious in her voice. "Hi."
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Jul 5, 2013 21:45:12 GMT -5
He had expected to be scared when she spoke, but when she did, he actually smiled shyly. Aimeric scrambled for his notepad again, then wrote, 'What's your name?' He had written carefully on the paper, then showed her what was written. He hadn't even been sure if ghosts could truly speak, and it was faint, but he heard it and he knew she was there, standing in front of him.
It seemed so surreal, yet he knew it was happening. He wasn't as scared as he was now intrigued. He was so close to her, and she was so faint, she was nearly see-through. He'd never seen a ghost actually appear before, he'd only seen the acts they'd done.
He was a very shy man, but he was actually being more forward than usual. This was a ghost we were talking about, after all. He'd obviously never made conversation with a ghost before, but he was extremely eager to. Not that he looked too eager. He didn't want to scare her off or anything.
His cat trailed around his ankles, then stopped in place and looked at the girl, meowing quietly and pawing at Aimeric once again. So, Aimeric picked her up, and let her pirch herself on his shoulder, like a parrot.
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Post by Maria Chevau on Jul 11, 2013 17:54:52 GMT -5
She wasn't entirely sure what to make of this. She felt unsure of what to do faced with someone that was neither frightened by her or being bold around her. It was more like he was trying to get her to come out. She moved closer watching curiously as he wrote down on the notepad again choosing not to talk. Why was he writing instead of speaking? It didn't make much sense. Perhaps he thought that she couldn't hear him. Rather nonsensical all things considering.
"I'm Maria." She hesitated as he stooped down picking up the kitten. Moving closer she brushed her hand over the kitten feeling the fur faintly as her hand went through it. "Your name?"
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Jul 16, 2013 20:33:39 GMT -5
When she moved closer, he felt his heart skip a beat, nearly jumping himself. He bit his lip, then wrote, 'Aimeric Devereux. Nice to meet you, Maria.' He spoke, then hesitantly, he held a hand out as shyly as one could, for her to shake. He didn't know if it would feel different from a human touch, he didn't know what to expect.
He looked at her hand which was running through Mooshi's fur, still intriuged that she could actually feel things. It was fascinating to him, he hadn't really known what to expect before she said anything, but apparently she was a kind ghost. Or, well, at least it seemed like it (Aside from when she picked his cat up moments before.).
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Post by Maria Chevau on Jul 18, 2013 15:14:47 GMT -5
The sudden tension in his frame only intrigued Maria. He was talking with a ghost, not panicking, but he still wasn't entirely sure of himself. He was standing his ground, not backing off or running away. She couldn't deny that she felt drawn to him. She read his name, her smile widening slightly. He was french as well! There were the Opera characters, but they didn't truly count. They had been summoned here, not chosen to come here. They were very different from actual people that were french.
She looked at his hand held out to her. Carefully she placed her hand near his passing slightly through his fingers. It grew harder and harder to interact with the living as they grew more complex in nature. Humans were the most difficult to touch when she was visible.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Jul 21, 2013 18:36:37 GMT -5
As he felt her faint touch, he nearly shivered, but shook her hand, in amazement and awe. Never in his life would he have guessed that he would be standing near a ghost, shaking their hand and formally introducing himself like he would anyone else. He let go of her hand, then wrote down on his notepad, "So, are you French? It seems like everyone from the Manor is.. Well, assuming you have come from the Manor." He showed her what was written.
Aimeric's mom's side was French, thus his last name, but he was originally born in Iran, then went to Italy, to Canada, then to where he was now. Which, now that he was thinking about, he hadn't told anyone from the Manor about. Not that it was something he kept a secret, it was just something that he didn't often say much about.
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Post by Maria Chevau on Jul 25, 2013 7:38:30 GMT -5
It wasn't a true handshake in the best sense of the world, not with her hand passing lightly through his. It was the closest she could really get without forcing herself to fully materialize, and that left her unable to touch anything else. She was fine with not being able to touch the living as long as she could chuck a chair across the room if she felt like it. She read the writing beginning to grow curious at this point about his silence. It would make more sense for her to be the one not talking considering she was the dead one.
"Oui. Why do you not talk?" It was strange. She would have been unnerved perhaps if she had been less confident.
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