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Post by William Meeran on Nov 14, 2008 19:11:22 GMT -1
(Cont after Dark Air thread with Azazel in Bound)
William had been inside of the woman's mind and knew where she lived, so after having a rather interesting discussion with Azazel, who he hoped never to speak with again if he could help it. He made his way to her flat. Just glided right in, remaining invisible until he was right behind her. Autumn... he greeted, speaking in a ghostly voice, still being unseen.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Nov 14, 2008 20:31:17 GMT -1
Autumn had been taking the evening off, she had turned off her cell, closed her curtains and blocked out the outside world. Happily daydreaming of anything that did not involve the super natural, she was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter sipping hot chocolate from her large black mug.
Autumn
The mug was the first thing to go, smashing to the floor followed by Autumn's short, sharp scream. She had not heard any one, the door was locked, alarms in place, wards to prevent demons from entering. Then she felt that ripple up the back of her neck, that cold chill and she turned, stepping over the broken mug and as she opened her minds eye she saw William.
"Don't you knock?" She smirked.
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Post by William Meeran on Nov 14, 2008 23:41:21 GMT -1
William was laughing. It was well worth the impropriety to see her reaction. He loved that about being a ghost, scaring people, it was after all what ghosts did, at least that's how they came across in the movies. But no one really knew the thrill of it unless they could someway or another become a ghost when they die and try it themselves.
William became visable to her phsyical eyes, he looked over to the wall and stuck his hand right through, "Somehow, I don't think you would have heard me if I did." he teased, knowing full well, if he wanted to solidify himself enough to knock, he could.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Nov 15, 2008 14:11:01 GMT -1
Autumn rolled her eyes then fell into a light giggle at the ghost, shaking her head as she did. She rubbed her eyes and relaxed her inner mind, closing her third eye and viewing William with her normal field of vision.
"What do i owe the...." She was about the say pleasure, "Suprise?"
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Post by William Meeran on Nov 15, 2008 18:05:36 GMT -1
"I have information for you. Regarding certain dark frequencies haunting this level of the electromagnetic spectrum. I spoke with a rather interesting fallen angel by the name of Azazel." he shuddered at the name and shook his head, "Anyway, the little he told me may prove of some use to you. Satan, it seems has returned to claim his thone and in turn, caused some sort of split among the dark underlings. Those who give their allegiance to Lucifer, apparently the two are different people and not the same, are not pleased to have Satan return." William replied. He picked up a vase and tossed it in the air, and then started to twirl it on his finger.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Nov 17, 2008 20:56:37 GMT -1
Oh! This was not good. So her suspisions had been correct. She let a deep, heavy sigh fall from her lips and forced a smile of thanks to the ghost. Her eyes watching the vase she looked to William and shook her head,
"Thats my mothers, be gentle..." She said in a harsh tone, any humour had now left with the news delievered, "This is not good William...not good at all..."
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Post by William Meeran on Nov 17, 2008 22:28:43 GMT -1
"Well, I wouldn't think it would make you do cartwheels of joy" he replied as he tossed the vase a couple more times and then set it back where he found it, gentle and kind and floated around the room. He hopped upon the coffee table. "I mean all things considering, if this was the good news. I would be concerned as to whether I should continue helping you find information" he added.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Nov 19, 2008 18:05:11 GMT -1
Autumn began to clean up her splits and broken coffee cup, sweeping it up and putting it into the ttrash as she watched the ghost flutter about. She wiped the floor with a cloth and threw it into the sink before leaning onto the counter.
"Every get the feeling you just want to run and hide?" Autumn said, her eyes showing deep concern, "I dont know how the Fifth will deal with this, or what they willa sk of me. It's bad...so very bad..."
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Post by William Meeran on Nov 24, 2008 19:27:35 GMT -1
William shrugged. "Run and Hide, no. Where would I go? I mean, I could make myself invisible, but I don't know if I would call taht running and hiding. " he replied and picked up a couch pillow and started tossing it about, flying across the room to catch it before it hit the ground. Then he stopped, sitting atop a bookshelf, holding the pillow in his lap. "These Five, you work for, why are there not more?" he inquired ignorantly. "Six is an unlucky number anyway."
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Nov 24, 2008 20:20:51 GMT -1
Autumn smiled a little then, "Its just a name, its not actually five people. Its alarge organization run by The Vatican. We...we keep the supernatural hidden from the real world, well, humans...." She shrugged, it made it sound so easy. It was not. She watched the ghost and smiled again, he seemed an amusing lad.
"You should check the place out, they woudl love you there..." They probably wouldnt but Autumn woudl find it funny, "St Mary's Axe building...Any way, i need to work out what to do, can you keep an ear out for anything, for me please. You dont have to, but i would owe you.."
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