Seven world wonders[END]

Jacob could see and sense the relief in Lysander. There was that particular way a person smiled when something was metaphorically lifted off their shoulders. Their shoulders themselves dipped a little, releasing the tension therein. Their breathing calmed and they just felt more at ease in their own bodies. It brought a big grin to his own face to see this student, perhaps his future pupil, feeling more comfortable about the whole situation and being around him. Part of a teacher's job was to be a guiding figure in their students' lives, and Jacob always took particular pride in helping his kids make it through what was arguably a... strange time in their young lives.

He himself didn't realize it, but Jacob was surprisingly a little tense too. When Lysander ensured him that the werewolf entity's killing instincts were in control, Jacob found himself letting out a little breath as well. He chalked it up to the newness of the situation.

"Well, I wasn't expecting you to just ask everyone willy-nilly. It sounds like you'd need an expert or some research..."

Then he mentioned a name. That said name was his sister. It took a moment, but Jacob recalled that he had used the name before, probably referring to someone in his head. This proved that assumption.

"Oh my... I see your apprehension now. Hm... That's pretty tricky. I'm sorry for you loss.

Jacob remembered that his powers stemmed from necromancy. So that meant the only way his sister could be in his head is if she was... dead.

"Excuse me?"

Jacob raised a questioning eyebrow at Lysander when the young man suddenly snapped at... someone. But his bewilderment was put aside for the moment when he said someone was being a pain. Jacob was quickly realizing that talking to someone with multiple sentient consciousnesses in their head was going to be a bit difficult. Especially when the person just talked out loud to the voices.

"Oh, uh, just your predicament. I don't want to offend but maybe you should work on talking to the voices in your own head. Believe me, I'm on your side. I just don't think many people are going to like you suddenly blurting out things to an unseen entity."

Lord knows being at that age was hard enough socially.

"Now, I'm curious, do you think... I could talk to one of these... people? I mean, it could be through you, but is it possible to talk with just them?"

Now that was a bit a stretch when it came to requests. Even Jacob was aware of how intrusive and rude that request sounded, but he was so curious as to what these apparently necromatic souls might be like. He imagined that Lysander's sister was just like any other person, but a werewolf? That was interesting. Hell, maybe they have some insight into that whole life after deal deal.

"Daammn..."

It might have been a little intrusive, but Jacob was caught up in the puzzle of trying to help Lysander. The young man seemed to be under so much stress because of his predicament. Jacob was compelled to do something, anything to make his life a little easier. But it seemed he was already running short on ideas based on his own abilities as a regular person. He should have known better than to assume that Lysander had not already tried keeping his talking to himself.

Jacob rocked on his feet trying to figure something out for him. Keeping the talking to himself was out, as was ignoring the voices. It really sounded like a no-win situation. However it seemed Jacob was doing just fine helping him by just being understanding of his situation.

"I wouldn't want to risk control of your body either. But it would be... interesting to get to know them a bit. When we get the chance maybe."

He was slowly getting familiar with when Lysander was talking to him or one of the voices.

"Magena... A werewolf... Corrolis.... Kisha..."

Jacob was trying to commit the personalities to memory.

"Alright. Um, if it's no trouble with you, Lysander. I am quite curious to talk with one of them if they're willing and not much of a problem for you. So... How would we do this? Can they hear me if I just talk to you?"

"Oh. I really can talk to her? Okay. Okay. Give me a sec."

His curiosity had failed to allow him time to formulate some good interview questions.

This was not exactly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to interview a possibly long-dead soul, but it was a first time for Jacob and he wanted to make sure his questions were respectful yet insightful. Or maybe he was thinking too much into it. The one known as Kisha seemed to be rather relaxed and laid back. Maybe just talking to her all regular-like would suffice. The only major problem that Jacob wondered about was how well Lysander was relaying her answer to him. It would be all too easy for him to paraphrase or outright lie.

"Um... Okay. Miss Kisha--May I call you Miss?--Can you tell me a little about yourself to begin with? Maybe what you looked like before you were just a spirit. Where you came from and such."

The curiosity was getting to him. While Lysander leaned comfortably against a wall, Jacob was shifting his papers back and forth and pacing slightly in front of him. He was torn between looking at Lysander and... not. He was talking to someone else technically, but he didn't know where else to look in regards to whom to address.

"Interesting... Interesting..."

It should have been readily obvious right from the first mention of a werewolf, but it seemed that Lysander's... "ability" to house spirits was not limited in neither scope nor time. Anyone could have found of residence in his head it seemed. Really, it made sense. The spirits of the dead were probably not hampered by too many things the living had to contend with, like distance and the passage of time. So then that begged the question: What were the conditions that lead to living in Lysander?

But there was more. The way Lysander handled Kisha's background and his posture during the recollection. Kisha must have been one of the more compliant spirits, as opposed to the bothersome ones that drove him up the wall like the werewolf. Jacob imagined Kisha as not a young woman. She must have been at least somewhat aged to be so calming and easy on the boy, or maybe she really was just that compassionate.

"Oh. Oh! Of course you wouldn't. I-I never thought you would...

That was a little embarrassing for Jacob. He really should have thought better of the young man.

"Alright, well, Miss Kisha, how did you come to reside in Mr. Lysander's head? Was it voluntary? Were you aware when it even happened?"