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goneawayworld2020-12-01 08:29 pm
piper90npcs) wrote in goneawayworld2020-12-01 08:29 pm
HERE, HAVE SOME SPIRIT
Who: Three Ghosts and the little New Hires
What: Sharing the Christmas Spirit
Where: Good question
When: Post-Rose Tattoo
Warnings/Notes: Possible violence, angst, likely visions of death.
Are you sleeping?
Maybe. Maybe not. It's hard to tell. This could be another ARE, after all. What you can tell is that the halls are filled with mist, the smell of pine, and the sound of jingling bells off in the distance.
And then comes the wailing.
Tearing past you, screaming like a damned soul, skeletal figures flood through the halls. Some of them wear business suits, weighed down by chains crafted from ledgers and money boxes. Some of them are soldiers, bound by their own twisted weapons. Police, politicians, no one seems spared. Someone whispers, warning you, begging you to pay heed. For you will be visited by three ghosts who are on an errand of great import.
And then something charges with a howl and all goes white. Slowly, the light dims, and the mass of spectral entities is gone. Instead there stands a figure, or maybe two or three of them. For each person, it's different, as they'll have different messages and purposes for each.
One is neither male nor female, the only certain features being a well-muscled, well proportioned body, wearing a white tunic and a beautiful belt of pearl. Its hair is long, white, as if ancient, but no matter how its face changes, there's no sign of age upon it. There seems to be an aura of white flame around its head and, in a voice that belies nothing but charitable warmth, introduces itself as the Ghost of Christmas Past. It will show scenes of someone's past, offering enlightening details with little judgment.
The middle one is a large man on a veritable throne of food, tantalizing and delicious, wearing a fur-lined red robe and a crown of holly upon his head. The Ghost of Christmas Present is a big man, with brown hair, and a booming, jovial voice that can turn blisteringly harsh and back in a single sentence. He'll show what the character was doing immediately prior to their arrival upon the rig. Perhaps what they're doing right now. But he'll also be content to walk either the character's home world or this Gone Away World, viewing the sights and people enjoying Christmas with the character.
And the final one, a phantom in a dark, green robe, green smoke billowing around it. Its skin is pale, pulled gauntly around whatever body part it exposes. The gaze underneath the hood is as cold as the grave, and it would be wise not to try to match that for too long. It remains utterly silent, simply guiding its guest through the Christmases Yet To Come with a pointed finger. It will show how a character dies and how they'll be remembered by others after. It acts cold and merciless, but this very visit is a mission of mercy, one it silently prays will succeed.
The surprise, though, is that they aren't showing the character that history. Instead, they'll be guiding their guest through someone else's life. Maybe just a fraction of it, maybe a full span. But when it's all over, it's as if no time has passed. In fact, no. The characters are returned to an hour before the ghosts visited them.
[[Remember, this isn't your typical memshare. The ghosts are NPCs, but they'll be controlled by the players. They will not show characters their own histories, presents, or futures, only those of different people. They can show the same scenes to different people or different scenes to different people. One person might not even see all three of the Ghosts.]]
What: Sharing the Christmas Spirit
Where: Good question
When: Post-Rose Tattoo
Warnings/Notes: Possible violence, angst, likely visions of death.
Are you sleeping?
Maybe. Maybe not. It's hard to tell. This could be another ARE, after all. What you can tell is that the halls are filled with mist, the smell of pine, and the sound of jingling bells off in the distance.
And then comes the wailing.
Tearing past you, screaming like a damned soul, skeletal figures flood through the halls. Some of them wear business suits, weighed down by chains crafted from ledgers and money boxes. Some of them are soldiers, bound by their own twisted weapons. Police, politicians, no one seems spared. Someone whispers, warning you, begging you to pay heed. For you will be visited by three ghosts who are on an errand of great import.
And then something charges with a howl and all goes white. Slowly, the light dims, and the mass of spectral entities is gone. Instead there stands a figure, or maybe two or three of them. For each person, it's different, as they'll have different messages and purposes for each.
One is neither male nor female, the only certain features being a well-muscled, well proportioned body, wearing a white tunic and a beautiful belt of pearl. Its hair is long, white, as if ancient, but no matter how its face changes, there's no sign of age upon it. There seems to be an aura of white flame around its head and, in a voice that belies nothing but charitable warmth, introduces itself as the Ghost of Christmas Past. It will show scenes of someone's past, offering enlightening details with little judgment.
The middle one is a large man on a veritable throne of food, tantalizing and delicious, wearing a fur-lined red robe and a crown of holly upon his head. The Ghost of Christmas Present is a big man, with brown hair, and a booming, jovial voice that can turn blisteringly harsh and back in a single sentence. He'll show what the character was doing immediately prior to their arrival upon the rig. Perhaps what they're doing right now. But he'll also be content to walk either the character's home world or this Gone Away World, viewing the sights and people enjoying Christmas with the character.
And the final one, a phantom in a dark, green robe, green smoke billowing around it. Its skin is pale, pulled gauntly around whatever body part it exposes. The gaze underneath the hood is as cold as the grave, and it would be wise not to try to match that for too long. It remains utterly silent, simply guiding its guest through the Christmases Yet To Come with a pointed finger. It will show how a character dies and how they'll be remembered by others after. It acts cold and merciless, but this very visit is a mission of mercy, one it silently prays will succeed.
The surprise, though, is that they aren't showing the character that history. Instead, they'll be guiding their guest through someone else's life. Maybe just a fraction of it, maybe a full span. But when it's all over, it's as if no time has passed. In fact, no. The characters are returned to an hour before the ghosts visited them.
[[Remember, this isn't your typical memshare. The ghosts are NPCs, but they'll be controlled by the players. They will not show characters their own histories, presents, or futures, only those of different people. They can show the same scenes to different people or different scenes to different people. One person might not even see all three of the Ghosts.]]
Re: Past
He's caught between his own whole nature as the sort of animal that this family would have caught, dressed for the oven, and his higher awareness' appreciation for the fact that this is a home, a family, possibly one Kenzie doesn't have anymore.
The prickly werewolf herself is not around to see him cast a concerned glance at her sleeping form, so he goes ahead and does it anyway.
just kinda making this up as i go honestly
"Here, on the house," the blonde woman says.
"Thanks, Lydia," Mackenzie mumbles and takes the bottle. She swigs and reaches out to nudge the sleeping wolf with a foot, but Lydia puts a hand on her shoulder.
"Let him sleep," Lydia says and flops down onto the couch to lean up against Mackenzie in a cozy, sisterly way. "It's Christmas."
"Oh, I thought food was ready..." Kenzie mumbles between swigs of home-made beer.
"Nah, it's in the oven and Eli and Gabby are finishing up the rest of dinner."
"Mm," Kenzie murmurs. "At least we're not neck deep in banes like last year."
"Nice to have it off for once, right?" Lydia laughs. "Anything you want from Santa this year?"
"Uhhh, a girlfriend?"
"Vibrator, got it." Kenzie clobbers Lydia with one of the pillows off the couch and there's a dissolution into laughter and playful roughhousing that never goes quite far enough to spill beer, though it comes dangerously close at times. There's no doubt that what's being seen here is family--Mackenzie's family or the closest thing she ever had to it getting to enjoy a quiet moment together. A break from her constant war.
"She had so much only a year ago," the Ghost opines in their maddeningly calm and even voice.
<3 <3 u do u boo
He both does, and doesn't want to know.
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"But she did lose all of this. That much I can say with certainty."
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Bunny looks at the ghost instead.
"What do you want to get out of this?" he asks. "You want her to take something from this, remember it, forget it, what's your goal with me here?"
He'll do anything he can to help any mortal, even this side of their being a child, but he's so woefully lacking in any actual communication with Kenzie. Yet here he is walking around in her own memories, uninvited.
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"To promote an understanding of where you have all come from, to show the commonality. Or perhaps simply hardships. It's not my place to say what you should get from such visitations--only that you should have them and think on them."
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An Easter vision would hopefully have Kenzie running free, frolicking with her friends and her family, not bedded down snoozing for the winter with a kill on the fire for him to be awkward about.
"Look, she's not gonna take kindly if I point out that humans don't stop maturing until 25. They don't like that. I wanna help her, but if you've got insight as to how - teenagers and young adults ain't exactly my target audience. I could use the insight."
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"You see her as a predator. A wolf, because that is what she is. But like all creatures when wounded, she seeks to hide it. For her, showing that she is hurt, showing vulnerability would be the same as admitting that she is weak and helpless. Two things she has been taught to despise in herself by her people."