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Post by thaniel on Nov 29, 2008 23:53:01 GMT 1
Thaniel didn't like being likened to a zombie. His problem was only with water, running or not but he didn't want to even talk about it. Siren seemed to pick things up too quickly for his comfort so when she started to ask more questions about the body in the ground that he told her about, he threw himself in that.
"Some spirits don't want to believe they are dead. They resist it because it's a horrible reality to face." Thaniel said that from first hand experience. "The living and the dead have the same thought process. If you were to snap one day and think you were the late Albus Dumbledore, you'd probably go out and buy a comb for your long, knotted beard. I would hope that with the removal of that body in the ground, the spirit would feel some sort of freedom and move on. Or maybe I'll be seeing him prowling the halls in the dead of night like I do. In either case, it has to be better than the Hell he's experiencing now in limbo."
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Post by fallensiren on Nov 30, 2008 1:01:36 GMT 1
Siren didn't want to go near the damn body.
She didn't want to have to look into the face of death and help to pry a spirit loose of its bonds. She didn't want to be involved in it at all. She hated the idea of death. It sickened her. Her grandfather was nearing that endless realm now, and she couldn't stand to be reminded of it anymore.
Still, she found herself at the edge of the hole, looking down at the pile of scarcely-connected bones, and she saw it; the faint shape of something silvery-white, something in the form of a body, ripping itself to shreds over the layer of grime and bones, a silent scream stretching its mouth. She pulled her hand to her face, covering her mouth, unable to tear her eyes away, feeling her stomach turn over, over and over again. She swallowed, struggling not to vomit.
Uneasy still - and in a stronger way now - she took out her wand. "Wonder what spell would work to move this," she muttered to herself, scarcely even aware of Thaniel anymore, her wide, diamond-like eyes - full of blue and green and gray in her turmoil - still fastened on the body.
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Post by thaniel on Dec 1, 2008 19:37:30 GMT 1
It was surprisingly easy for Thaniel to get his hands on a a fake skeleton. He could get into the places where Peeves hid things. The poltergeist had stashes all over Hogwarts. If Thaniel had been tempted, he would have taken the whoopie cushions too but that would be over kill. He just wanted to lead Siren over to the hole.
If only she'd just reach in. That was where he was hoping this would all lead. Sure, she'd soon realize that the bones were fake but that wasn't the scheme Thaniel had been hoping to pull on her. The hole itself wasn't made by a ghost. It was made by a burrowing creature called a feather-tail kokol. It didn't actually have feathers for a tail. It looked more like a scorpion but when it stung with it's tail it felt like the body was being tickled and the toxin spread fast. It wasn't harmful and didn't last long but it was awfully fun to watch the victim.
And there wouldn't be a victim if she wasn't going to reach in. He shrugged. "I suppose we could place the bones someplace near Dumbledore's crypt. That would be more dignified than this. Luckliy no one is there... or at least they wouldn't be now, if we hurry. If you really are frightened of this, I am perfectly willing to help. You just need to hand me the bones and I'll do it."
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Post by fallensiren on Jan 23, 2009 6:09:32 GMT 1
Siren hesitated. Vaguely, she sensed a trap, an ensnarement, hidden in Thaniel's words - and yet...she did feel just a hint of remorse for a damaged soul, unable to set itself free. And if she did take the bait, what was the harm? She doubted the ghost could really pull something completely terrible on her. Vindictive as he seemed...it struck her as unlikely.
She stalled a few seconds longer, and then sighed, giving in. "Alright," she muttered, and knelt down, reaching towards the bones with a pinched, wrinkled look on her face, warding off some invisible smell. "What do you want me to do with them?"
She realized, though, as her hands made contact, as part of her body leaned into the hole, that the skeleton didn't feel at all real...more like a silly Muggle toy than a dead man's bones...
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Post by thaniel on Jan 23, 2009 22:44:10 GMT 1
Her fingers were in the hole. Thaniel knew the feather-tail had to be getting her soon. She was so mistrusting of him but the longer her hand lingered on the bones the better.
"You can hand them to me but be careful with them." He warned. "One by one. Bones are fragile. The longer they've been in the ground, the longer the elements have made them weaker. Just be sure you get every one. Feel around for them all. Those finger and toe bones can be dreadfully tiny. If you miss one, this spirit can still be trapped here. Forever."
She was taking an awfully long time. Surely the feather-tail must see her dangling dingers in it's home and wants to make her pay for the intrusion. It wasn't like one to miss a chance like this.
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Post by fallensiren on Jan 25, 2009 23:00:03 GMT 1
Siren was just about to retort that yes, she would hurry up, to make him shut up, when she froze completely. Something that felt like a feather was brushing the back of her hand.
Forcing herself not to scream, she looked down.
It looked like a scorpion, but she knew immediately that she'd been fooled, this entire time, by the sick humor of the Slytherin ghost. It was a feather-tailed kokol, and she knew she was in for a few minutes of solid agony now that she'd felt the brush of tickling that meant the thing had stung her.
She felt the toxin spread, and, her body going limp, she slumped forward into the hole, unable to control her own movements as a soft sort of paralysis flooded her. The tickling sensation intensified to an uncomfortable pitch. Her body seized against the fake bones as the feather-tail scurried away.
"Stupid...ghost..." she muttered through numb lips, gritting her teeth to keep from yelling out. She wouldn't want to give him the satisfaction.
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