A book on Ghosts?(Permission)

Ariphoenix · Aug 8, 2015

After composing herself, she would look up, a glimmer in her dark eyes. "I want to run my own dungeon, to be a boss monster, and to have minions and servants and denizens, to have adventures and mystery solvers alike wish to explore my home, and seek out knowledge, understanding , and Treasure." she would declare, rather out of nowhere and loudly. She had the brightest smile a dead person could muster. "I want to have living and dead companions, to to use it to provide much entertainment and fun, but also lively hood for those who live there, and for those who promote it, to be able to prove that I can leave such a wonderful thing on this world, and to be part of it, till my name is legend itself, to do such a thing would be wonderful, and also make it so my name will never die." she would actually show tears though. "..Then if any of my family still lives, even if they are distant relatives, and descended from siblings or cousins... I might be able to find out what happened to me, or at least prove that my life's end did not mean the end of my family.." she would whisper.

She did not like admitting, but she really was curious what had happened to her family lineage. Just what had happened to those she was related to, and what had become of her memory? She admitted, her job preference was odd, but she had enough time in existence to do many things, how better to influence a lot of things, than to do that.

She happened to be taking classes so as to be able to take care of all aspects of her goal. She also listened in on other things, like Lectures for the stuff she needed. These things were her own choice. She still did not know how she would do many things though, like attract allies that would work as her Servants, Minions, and Dungeon Denizens, or how she would have the power to be rightfully called a Boss Monster. Those things were heavily in the work in progress state, they were just what she knew she needed to do. Outside of that, she also knew she needed to find a place, preferably close to water, and having some access to sea routes and land routes, possibly with a connection to a town or village.

Still, she faded the tears away, and looked up into the Necromancer's eyes. "I do not plan to pass on, until I no longer wish to be part of this world, that may be many thousands of years, or it could be a mere hundred years." she would explain, her eyes looking down at the ground after that. She was fighting the urge to manifest pointed teeth, and monstrous features in response to the thought of passing on. She needed a lot more information, and a lot more things completed, before she could consider that properly. "I do not know why Exorcists, Mediums, Necromancers, those of the living that interact with ghosts, want us all to move on, it is so frustrating!" She would add in a tone that would suggest how upsetting it was to her.

She did not know if this marked her as any kind of demonic presence, but that was not important, she just knew that doing such things to her was capable of making her rather emotionally charged, and was taking a lot of her energy.

Iridian Death · Aug 8, 2015

Iridian couldn't help but smile at the very idea of what was going on in Natee's head. It sounded... interesting. Entering dungeons was something that had never been something Iridian planned to do in her life, but then, times changed, and people with them. "That sounds fun." And she was honest. It did sound like fun to have your own place that people were so desperate to know about, and to be surrounded by those who cared about you, and to be remembered permanently instead of just another person, forgotten and unnamed over the years. "I hope that happens for you." But then, Natee turned to a whisper, her eyes glistened with tears, and for a moment, Iridian wanted to rest a hand on her shoulder and tell her she was okay, but didn't when she realised she shouldn't. And she realised it wasn't just ambition keeping her here, this dream she spoke of, but also answers to questions that had been kept from her like secrets for so long.

"I'm sorry I frustrated you," she answered, wondering how she would feel in Natee's shoes. "It's just a question necromancers tend to ask. Some people want to... and some don't. I guess we just want to help those that do." She shrugged, as if her justification wasn't the best. "It's not personal." She knew that her grandfather, from his many stories, used to help many spirits to move on by helping them achieve their ambitions, and Natee had an ambition.

In fact, Iridian wanted to help. She just felt it was right. She wanted to help, and perhaps then, Natee could be satisfied with her life, and reach the other side. The necromancer knew the spirit did not want to move on, but she also knew that everyone had to, and the quicker it happened, the more time Natee had to accept it. But happiness was key. When one is at peace with themselves, that was the right moment, and Iridian felt like she could not have peace with herself if she did not help.

"I can help you." Sure, she didn't like the idea of being a servant, but she wouldn't have to be. She didn't quite know how she could help, but she knew she wanted to as she met Natee's eyes... they were sad, yet determined. Like a child's, but with the knowledge of a wise elder. She wanted to know about Natee, she wasn't like other spirits Iridian had met before. "If you'd like, that is."

Ariphoenix · Aug 9, 2015

She visibly composed herself. It was obvious she had gotten the sour emotions out of her being for now. She cleared herself back to her standard appearance, even if it kept the feminine touch that had been previously placed to match with perceptions. She remembered she was usually mistaken for a little girl when she was a younger ghost anyways, so she might have been one, that or a little boy that was just femininely featured. She had spent lots of time trying to remember what she was, and as such, sticking to androgyny was the best thing she could do for now. That was the best thing.

"Just try not to bring it up, and if you would be so kind, inform your friends not to try to get me to move on... I do not have any need or desire to do it yet..." she would add, her pose was guarded, with her arms around the book, pushed tightly to her chest. She did not want to spend the time she had on this world, trying to pass on, for passing on was not important to her yet. For her, it was best to focus on the aspects she wanted to, which was living.

She was surprised when Iridian said that she could help. "Well, how would you like to be of service?" she asked, as a pair of glasses manifested from thin air, and were placed squarely on her face. She did it to hide her surprise, as well as to prevent herself from showing too much pleasure or happiness from it as she really was easily swayed to different emotions really fast. To say she was easy going though, was not truly it, it was more like she was a being who was emotion and energy, so she did not have the barriers to restrain it. She could hold it back with a lot of effort, but it meant she might have to remain intangible, and unable to be interacted with for a while.

"I could use lots of help, I could use someone to take notes during some of the classes, since I sometimes forget to maintain tangibility during some of the lectures, mostly because I get swayed by it so well, I could also use someone who could help with location, or possibly keeping things in order, oh and maybe helping me advertise looking for future minions and servants..." she rattled off, a third hand floating in front of her other hands appeared, as she ticked them off on the fingers. "Oh, and maybe a benefactor to help me get started, getting a place requires a lot of resources, not to mention to get started helping them..." she would finish, using that third hand to wipe the glasses off her face.

She would stare into the Necromancer's eyes, possibly staring into her soul, or maybe just into the emotions that crossed the girl's face. "IF you are serious... there are a lot of things one can do to help." she would whisper it, in that ghostly way, a way that made it sound like it was coming to her ears instead of from Natee herself. She did this mostly to show how happy she was to have heard someone offer. She did not even know if Iridian would be capable of helping, but she knew that just offering was more than enough at times.

Iridian Death · Aug 9, 2015

"I'll remind myself," Iridian promised, deciding to not mention passing on, but still aim for it. "And others." She didn't know any students that were associated with the dead, but then... she didn't know any living students as of yet. She knew so many dead ones though. There was bound to be another necromancer who needed to be told. She just hadn't found them. Passing on was clearly a touchy subject for Natee, which was fine by Iridian. She didn't want a bitter outburst flying her way, especially not if the ghost was removing her body. Perhaps she should really let the ghosts bring it up in a conversation next time. At least Iridian could get something out of this even if her and Natee fell out, which she hoped was highly unlikely. Natee seemed too carefree, yet sheltered, as if in a shell, but not in fear.

At the sound of a question, Iridian didn't really know how she could help. She said nothing as she racked her brains for ideas and getting nowhere, just watched cluelessly as glasses materialised. She didn't know ghosts could have sight problems, but who knows with those capable of nearly everything. After all, most children dream of flying, and ghosts could fly. It took a few moments for her to realise that Natee did not have a sight problem, and in reality was hiding her eyes from Iridian's view. After pondering on the question why, she realised Natee was throwing suggestions.

After those suggestions, Iridian grinned. "That's cool. I go to class, and I can write fairly quickly, and I can help you find a location." She hoped this meant they were friends now. While she was listening, she watched the hand move, and found it secretly hilarious when it whipped off the glasses, because it reminded her of spy movies. That, and it was a floating hand holding sunglasses.

"And I'm serious." She said, her own brown eyes looking into Natee's as she was watched, wondering why she thought Iridian wasn't. "Deadly serious." It wasn't supposed to be a pun, but it still made Iridian have to hold in a laugh. She thought about what was going through the ghost's mind, and how it could affect Iridian. Natee sounded happy... well, as happy as a ghost could be, anyways (Iridian could not understand optimism after death) and she supposed that was all that mattered. "But we don't just have to listen to lectures to get the information," she pointed out, gesturing to the room around them. "A book somewhere will have what you need."

Ariphoenix · Aug 9, 2015

The hand with the glasses disappeared again, as she smiled brightly. "Then yes, lets allow you to help me with notes, and I know about the Library's resources, I have used them often." She would not add that it was because Ghosts did not need sleep. That would be redundant, being dead meant mostly other than certain resting of usage, you generally just had the energy required to do things. She needed to keep that stuff safe, and recover when she could. Still, yay, she had one person added to what she could rely on, to hopefully help with this situation. She could rely on someone living. That would be helpful.

She would then hold up the book she had grabbed from the shelf. "This book, is one I had not read yet, I have read most of the non fiction and historical books, I do occasionally read the newspaper, but that mostly covers big events, and wanted adds, I would attempt to use the internet... but ghosts and computers do not seem to agree with each other..." she sort of sweat dropped, remembering how she had accidentally fried one, trying to use it. She also had made herself intangible for a week due to the shock she herself felt. She also noticed TV's tend to fizzle out signal wise, and Phones could pick up on her sometimes.

She would not go into all of that though, and for now would focus on what was available. "If you want to find a place for me, I would suggest somewhere were the ocean is prevalent" she would add. That was for if she wanted to help with that. "Otherwise, most things would require being active during the day." she would state, a smile on her face. She did not take much of the night classes that existed. She did not know what else she could say on it, as she would float over towards the front desk, deciding finally that she would be checking out this book. She did still have a dorm room, somewhere.

She pulled out her student ID and offered it to the Librarian on Night watch, as well as the book. She used to scare them all the time, with out meaning to, but now she was more careful. She would turn to Iridian. "I plan to read this book during people's rest periods, so I can preserve my energy, and not just sit there for hours, this will give me an idea of what most people think it is like to be dead." she would add that last part with a giggle. She would then take the book back in her arms, and the ID with it. "Ah, one of the best reasons to be a student, being able to check out books." she would sigh in delite.

She would then turn to Iridian, her smile bright, "Is there anything you were here for? Besides talking to a Ghost?" She would ask, her natural youthfulness happening through. She was young, she admitted, it was potentially that she only made her appearance older, and not her own mental age. She was older though, even if it was in the ways of time alone. She hoped that everything worked out though. She did not want herself to hinder her own ghouls.

Iridian Death · Aug 9, 2015

Iridian smiled, "Obviously. The library was probably one of the first places people go to research," she laughed quietly. She was disappointed that not all of Natee's required information was available, but nonetheless, she was willing to share her notes. She found that the library was pretty popular near the end of the year, where many of the students had to revise hard, especially if they'd bunked off lectures. "Sorry, stupid thing to say on my behalf there." She was quite enjoying the company.

"What about fiction? I love fiction," Iridian knew that non-fiction and historical were helpful... but fiction showed new worlds and invited you to an adventure. She loved books about magic... because she liked to see what different authors thought about magic. She couldn't help but let out a giggle at the thought of a ghost using a computer. "Yes, they were made for the living I'm afraid," she knew ghosts plus computers equalled disaster, but still, it could not be helped. "In fact, many electrical things are." She wondered what it would be like to have no contact with e-mails or anything like that. She realised she could live with it, there weren't many people to e-mail on her list.

Moving on to Natee's dream boss dungeon, Iridian liked the idea of a house near the sea. Perhaps hidden in plain sight... just about visible to the eye, abandoned on an island near the British Isles, perhaps a palace that goes underwater on one floor, made of unbreakable glass... All these ideas, and her suggestion was, "Perhaps near Hawaii. That's got lots of ocean. And little islands, I'm sure there'll be an empty one. Perhaps people have to travel by boat because there is no room for a plane."

"None of the living know how it feels to be dead," Iridian sighed. Not even necromancers could begin to imagine. She was going to find it interesting to see how Natee reacted to the livings' opinion. She could agree with the best thing about being a student is the access to the large range of books. Literally, it was large, with every book ever written. "I think it sounds interesting."

And they moved on again. Iridian liked it this way. "I was looking for a book, but I couldn't find one that I wanted to read," she said. "But I prefer talking to a ghost anyways." She hoped that didn't sound strange. Still, it couldn't be stranger than the fact she saw an invisible person, so... Iridian wasn't too worried about it.

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