A book on Ghosts?(Permission)

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IC:

The benefits of being a ghost, by Natee,
One, being able to move intangibly along any place that does not have any kind of ward on it. This makes it easy enough to just stroll through the library at all hours of the night. That was what the ghost thought of, even if that ghost was a Youkai type ghost, that did not mean much in the long run when you consider that this ghost was finally starting their life.

A second benefit, was being invisible, it meant no one would bug you, or expect you to appear out of nowhere. When mixed together, no one would blame you for going through book shelves when locating potential jewels of knowledge to read while most where asleep or hiding. Ah midnight, during the night of the week when people were reluctant, as school was the next day. That was the perfect time to look for books or other things, as long as a teacher did not notice. Though, there were always the other people around, Librarians, Nocturnal students, people who did not follow the rules, or did not care, or those last minute studiers who were currently cramming for a test.

Ah, yes, that was another benefit, no need to sleep, or eat. A ghost could keep themselves going, as long as they allowed themselves time to be intangible and to recover from the effort of making themselves tangible and visible, as well as able to move. This was likely to be the beginning of something major for Natee, maybe. Or maybe this was just going to be an average Sunday night/Monday morning. Either way. One had to do lots of study if they were to pursuit a career as this ghost was. That was right, anyone looking at this situation probably would not think they were looking at a future Boss monster. Yes, that was what this person wanted to be, if only so that they could prove themselves worthy of something, or something like that. They were a ghost long enough to forget their five years of life, they were not likely to keep track of things like what the ghoul- Goal was. Just wanting to be one was enough to make it so this ghost was having fun. Though they had to often attach their existence to things, or lose out. Luckily they planned it out quite nicely.

Still, a good book to pass the time, or maybe someone to bug. Natee needed to do something, it was at the very least seven hours till the first class of the day. A ghost had to do something for those hours. Bug some other ghost? Where was the fun in that? Talk to a teacher? Most of them did not know how to handle a ghost like Natee, whose very existence might be a quite hard to grasp. Why did a youkai like Natee exist? It was obvious that Natee was not a common ghost, as they did not manage to maintain any connection to their life, just the will to live. They did not haunt anything specific or anyone. They lacked a goal initially. The fact that they willingly enrolled in school even made it rather mysterious as to why the ghost was around. Apparently not a lot of ghosts pursued education after death.

That could be an interesting book to read, the ghost would think about as they reached for a large, leather bound book, not bothering to make themselves visible, as the book would start to move along with their hand. They would not know what to think if someone living came about right then.

The feminine ghost figure stopped before the book was fully in the slender hands of the being, caught off guard by someone so close asking what book it was that was about to be grabbed. Checking itself out, noticing that the transparency of the body was still maintained, she looked at the book. It was a simple anthology of short stories, mostly based upon the perceptions of the dead. Uncertain how the person was able to see other than the moving book, which admittedly was above most people's heads... Looking around, the ghost spotted a person who was just barely taller than they were, alright so a full foot and some inches, but who was keeping track? Ghosts could float. Still, frozen in place, just looking, unable to understand what the girl wanted.

Just how did this person see a ghost that was invisible? That was Natee's question. Slowly though, Natee would turn, and mouth the words, not quite wanting to use the energy to speak out, 'Its an Anthology of Horror from the perspective of the dead, why do you want to know?' The fact was, the confusion still read on the ghosts face. How many people knew that a ghost like Natee was around? How many would be able to predict the movements, or know what the ghost was doing? Just what happened? This was a library, so it was not unusual for people to be here, but it was for the ghost to be seen while invisible.

The feeling shifted around Natee as the feeling of being stared at did not go away, slowly revealing to the conscious mind in the incorporeal body, that yes, this girl was indeed looking and speaking to the genderless ghost. Well, genderless to the ghost anyways, kind of hard to figure out your gender, when you cannot see your own body. Slowly the ghost would descend to the floor level, standing a full head shorter than the girl, the feminine form would then take a traditional bow. 'Just what is it, that allows you to see me?'

The feminine form would remain in a bow, with their face pointed to the girl. It was obvious that they had no idea how else to handle someone able to see them while in this state, though if it came down to it, Natee might end up have to spend the energy to speak. That would not be fun, but it was only proper, but for now, the ghost hoped that the girl would be able to read her lips, or maybe in the same vein, pick up what was being said to her. Either way, it was the girl's move, just what kind of person was she? The appearance did not say much of anything.

Natee was uncertain how to react to the Necromancer. Necromancers could be interesting, and admittedly she was interesting to study for the moment, as she sighed, she forced herself to go visible, while holding the book under her arm. She would appear gradually, and the two wisps of flame that appeared with her would glow with a slightly sea colored light. She would not make herself physical though, well, more than what she had, it would take too much energy, but she felt it would be rude to talk to someone more, if she did not make herself visible and at least vocally able to be heard. She would step forward, and look up into the face of the Necromancer, just studying her for a few moments, before she was ready to speak up.

"My name is Natee, I do not remember the rest of my name, or much else from my time alive, I will just use your own perceptions to push myself into a more comfortable state." she whispered that last part, adjusting to allow her feminine traits to be a bit more obvious, and any masculine traits she had receding a bit. She stood there, as close to a full female as she could be, the glowing wisps around her moving around with every subtle movement the ghost made. Those Hitodama of her's really did cast a lot of light when she had herself visible, not that she needed it herself, it was just a spiritual manifestation of herself, and they did show up first, before she did.

She would straighten up her robe, though her figure had not changed much, her appearance was projecting a more feminine style to her body. This was just part of her appearance thing, and she did not realize that she was being thought of as young, as this was just her mature form. She really did come from a time when humans were a lot shorter. "What may I do for you, Oh Lady Necromancer?" she would ask, her dark eyes studying the girl. She held the book tightly in her grasp while studying her. "Or should I call you Iridian?" she added, her voice playfully cutting through the air. She really did not know what to think about this situation, and even her own voice was odd, as it seemed unable to decide between Child and Teenager.

If the girl was perceptive, she would see the Taiwanese influence of the form, but notice Japanese influences on the clothing, and maybe even the species of ghost. She did not know how much the girl knew about ghosts though. "Are you part Medium as well? Or just a Necromancer?" she would ask, to try to help the girl feel more confident and or comfortable with speaking to a ghost like herself. She really did suddenly start questioning things of her own though. Why was she so willing to talk, did she not come in here to find a good book? Did she really decide to start applying the girl's natural pushed forth perceptions and adjust to match it? Natee herself did not even know if Natee was male or female. Even her student ID stated nothing of gender. Still, she wanted to at least learn a little bit about this girl, Iridian, who was able to see her while she was invisible.

The ghost girl could only smile, and adjust her hat. The triangle was slightly off center, but that happens sometimes. She noticed that the girl was a bit more relaxed, now that she had decided to reveal herself like this, but just to mess with her, she reached her hand out, and reached through the girl's arm. She smiled gently with that, and pulled her arm back. She realized that the girl wanted to ask questions, well, she could provide answers, she was only two hundred and forty five years of existence, even if she could not remember five of it, it was still a lot of experience. "I do remember that I lived about five years, but I managed to age myself nicely, if I do say so myself." she stated, before causing one of her hitodama to flash, showing a skeletal structure where she was standing for half a moment. She would flash a smile as her body returned to normal, as she was done teasing the necromancer.

She would then smile and take on a kindly visual emotional state. "I do not even remember what gender I am, what my parents look like, my family name, I do remember I woke up at sea though." she added, happily ticking it off of her finger with a Disembodied hand, since the arm was still clutching the book to her. "I am only as social as I am, due to a Medium I met one hundred and forty years ago." she added, fondness in her dark eyes. She would let herself float for a moment, before standing on her ghostly feet again.

She did not know how the necromancer would take to her actions, but she hoped that the person would understand it was just some ghostly fun. She would then lean visibly against the nearby book shelf, not letting her body fall through it. She would study the girl. "I wonder, maybe you have a natural Medium side, and just do not know it yet? Or maybe your powers are still developing? What ever is the limit, you may find out one day, just as I may need to expand to learn and adjust for my own goals, but for now, I have lots of time." she would state, a bit of calm understanding in her ghostly continence.

She would then attack the question about stories she had. "I may have lots of stories, or only a couple, but I will not be able to tell them to you, yet." she would state, a gentle giggle escaping her mouth. "My reason for remaining around is just that I did not want to die, I wanted to live, and not lose my existence after such a short life." She would explain, as she wondered, both the Necromancer's potential, and her own. Just what was Natee's potentials? She could not say for certain, since the girl that was standing in front of the necromancer could technically be a male. Just what would be her end goal for who she would be? She needed to figure that out soon, or at least soon comparatively, that could be a couple hundred years from now.

She reflected on what was said. It was likely, both were likely, but why did she still feel connected to the sea? It was likely her life and death were connected to it, but that was hard to say. Still, the Necromancer was learning information about her, and had at least an optimistic outlook about such things, not a lot of necromancers had that, to what she knew. She could make an interesting companion. She did a simple bow to the compliments though.

When asked about her views on passing on though, she let herself turn slightly invisible. "I have no intention on moving on, not till I feel I have lived a good life, and finished all goals a life would normally have fulfilled," she would pause at that. Reflecting on it, she would start up again only a moment later. "A Job or Career that I can be proud of, a lover, potentially an heir. The kind of things most people attempt to get through out life, I just have more time to do it." She would shrugged, and think nonchalantly about it. She wanted to figure out things about this world.

She would slowly make herself back to fully visible. It was obvious that she was over the moment of dark thought. She did not like when people tried to push herself to go to the next world. It was almost a taboo subject, since she was quite the aware ghost. Youkai ghosts may be worse than European style ghosts, in that they generally had more presence, but also were more driven. She herself was driven based around the fact she did not want to die, and wanted to experience life. She wanted to learn what she could, and perform what she could, regardless of what she decided she was.

She would smile, but she would let her eyes reveal themselves as completely empty holes. "Do you want to go there, I-ri-di-a-n-sa-n?" she would ask, obviously showing her displeasure of thinking about moving to the next life. "If you wish... watashi could take you there, and let you live the rest of your life on the other side, away from the warmth of life, and living bodies." she would let her mouth open unusually widely, and have her neck disappear. She would then have her head slowly go upside down and return back to normal after a few moments, but she was certain she got her feelings across. She did not like that thought that much, but she really did not like the feeling at all, to be considered in such ways.

Why did the living always want her to move on? She was much too busy.