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Post by Zuyuri on May 1, 2016 4:30:09 GMT
Rain was an appropriate thing to be falling at this time of day and right mood. A killer with an obsession with kids was on the lose, and the Others were forced off the case, leaving several of them with nothing to do. Most of them had gone to the training grounds to vent, but for Shadow, he felt it wasn't right to throw several chaos explosions at stuffed dummies. In fact, he wasn't so much angry as he was...saddened. These kids, even if protected by the Peter Pan bill, were in trouble. Some families were paying respects, but the unknown Other was staring at one grave after he had laid flowers at the graves of the previous victims known to be buried here.
His splintered memory had recalled the name of the girl he witnessed getting shot - Maria Gerald. She was buried here, and he was tanding at the block of stone with her name carved into the cement, just her name alone.
"I'm trying, Maria," he mumbled to the grave, "I'm trying to remember what I promised you."
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on May 3, 2016 2:26:39 GMT
"I thought I might find you here."
The voice spoke from the shadows beneath the entrance to a moss-covered mausoleum. For a moment something seemed to pulse within the dark recesses of the tomb before a pair of yellow eyes flickered into being like candles and the slender form of Pitch stepped forward, detaching himself from the black depths.
He walked slowly towards Shadow, his hands clasped behind his back as he came to stand just behind where his companion knelt before the gravestone. A single name was etched into the white marble that was still untouched by the natural forces that had already started to reclaim the rest of the graves. Maria Gerald.
Something seemed to pass beneath his eyes, but it was impossible to tell what in the demon's emotionless face.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2016 2:45:39 GMT
"It is good to see some people have respect for the sanctity of gravestones... and graves of the deceased.." a soft voice wated through a small breeze as a woman materialized. Looking a great deal like she stepped out of the air itself her body seeming to not be completely solid before speaking again. "Something that has become less and less in practice as the years have gone by and with the higher rate of idiocy in regards to black magic..." The woman's blonde hair blew gently in some form of wind that neither of the males could feel. The skirt of her dress swirling amongst her legs as her silver eyes mak contact with Pitch's almost in curiosity. [[Outfit: i.gyazo.com/28aec562174e493cd6e7626ea0d9f676.png ]] |
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Post by Zuyuri on May 3, 2016 17:02:20 GMT
Two voices interrupted Shadow's meditation. His already narrow brow fell farther. He just wanted to be alone, hoping time contemplating Maria's demise would leave clues. Not just to the current case, but to his own mystery. He had opened his mouth, wanting to say they should leave him be.
But it was the tone and the vocabulary choices that shut him up.
Pitch was always at his back, like a splinter in the mind. A small part of his memory reflected those flame-like eyes. But the female voice was a stranger.
"It was the only thing I knew I can do," he replied in a voice barely audible. "The families need comfort that isn't a scripted apology."
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on May 5, 2016 1:36:01 GMT
Pitch was looking down on the gravestone when he suddenly sensed the presence of another being coming towards them. However, he frowned slightly as the presence, while somewhat recognizable, wasn't quite like anything he had come into contact before.
A moment later, a young and rather beautiful woman in a white dress stepped forward and addressed Shadow's proper show of respect for the dead. Shadow spoke to the woman, but Pitch remained perfectly silent as he took in the strange woman.
A small crease had appeared between his eyes, a clear sign to anyone who knew him well that the situation was not to his liking. This young woman held the scent of someone who was clearly Other, and yet something about her made it difficult to pinpoint exactly what she was. It was almost like a very pleasant smell just covering up a disgusting one, making it impossible to determine why it stank.
"And who might we ask are you?"
Pitch's tone was quite, his yellow eyes landing on the face on the young stranger.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2016 4:23:30 GMT
Aurora quirks her head seeming to studying the taller male seeming to be curious about his golden eyes. "I am Aurora.. a sister was buried here I was merely visiting... and I appreciated your care." she says softly as she stands the dress swirling around her legs as her wheat blonde hair falls a bit in front of her eyes. Her stormy blue eyes seemed to be deceptively soft as she stands unmoving.
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Post by Zuyuri on Jul 8, 2016 6:29:54 GMT
Shadow fought the urge to roll his eyes. If Aurora was trying to...actually, no, she wasn't trying to seduce Pitch. Why else would there be a sensation of foreboding in her presence. It wasn't as powerful as a demon or a well-trained mage, but it was enough to put him on even more edge than usual. He just looked at Maria's grave, deciding to think about the conversations he had with her. Talks about things people took for granted like trees and flowers. She couldn't go out because of...
"...Neuro Dysfunction Syndrome." He had just mentioned something personal out loud. Maria was the only thing he had to his past, and he was not going to say any more to this stranger. Even if she could torment him he wouldn't say more. He wouldn't even tell Pitch about it.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Jul 8, 2016 6:43:00 GMT
Pitch wasn't fooled by the sweet appearance and soft voice of the woman who stood before him and Shadow. Deception was a very part of him and he knew without trying that this 'Aurora' was much more then she appeared to be, although he was finding it difficult to determine what she was. However, he also knew that sometimes it was far better to claim ignorance and use that to its advantage.
"Then might I suggest you move on to her own grave? Needless to say, most people do not appreciate being surprised by perfect strangers in a graveyard."
His tone was cold and direct, his eyes not wavering away from her face. However, when Shadow suddenly spoke under his breath, the demon couldn't help but hear. He had mentioned a disease, a syndrome that seemed to have nothing to do with anything at that moment. Yet Pitch had a fair idea what Shadow was referring to.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2016 5:53:21 GMT
Aurora seems almost saddened by the diagnosis a small glimmer of what she used to be coming through but not much. "I see... I am sorry... my sister had Epilepsy.... but I shall leave you to your grief sir. Have they found a... cure for my sister's condition or?" she asked gently seeming almost hopeful in that regard. She seemed to almost start to turn a bit more see through and not as solid as if her focus that wasn't on something dark was causing her to fade.
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Post by Zuyuri on Jul 9, 2016 7:23:02 GMT
Pitch had asked Aurora to back off, and while Shadow was appreciative, he was still too wrapped up in his thoughts. His memories were playing with him again, flashing to her smiling face...
"Well, you win again," she sighed, sweeping her game pieces off of the board. They had been playing the same game for three rounds. Something about moving the pieces across the board, counting money that meant nothing in this area, it was the closest she would get to real life. Neuro dysfunction syndrome was breaking down her immune system, and she couldn't go outside. So, he decided to entertain her to at least keep that pretty smile on her face. "I wonder if doctors make 40,000 dollars?"
"Who knows? We should ask the doctors..."
Aurora mentioned epilepsy, and Shadow was back to looking at the lily nodding in the wind. His arms were still folded, and he wanted to try and go back to the fragments of Maria he had in his mind. Aurora had mentioned her deceased sister, asking about a cure. How did she not know there wasn't a medical concern? But the hope in her voice got him to answer
"In a way. There are medicines, but there's also options of surgery. It's...it's not that simple."
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Jul 9, 2016 16:47:28 GMT
When the woman didn't get a kind response, she turned her attention to Shadow instead and began to speak of a sister who had passed away from epilepsy, inquiring as to if there was a cure for the condition yet. Shadow was a long time in answering and it seemed at first that he might not speak at all. When he did, his voice was distant and it was clear to the demon his mind was elsewhere.
"Life is never simple."
Pitch spoke to both of them, his words merely a statement to try and bring Shadow back to the moment. Something about his expression bothered the demon. It looked too much like the expression Shadow had worn when they had met so long ago.......
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2016 2:28:54 GMT
Aurora looks at Pitch her stormy blue eyes shifting to a almost silver with a knowing look in them. "I am surprised one of your kind can be so obvious in sight... but I guess that things do change even those around this city are inept to see the danger you pose..." she says acidly as she seems much more solid now. "However do not think for a moment I have not recognized your disrespect... the spirits are always watching no matter whom is here... and we do not take kindly to those who dare disturb those in mourning..." she says with a dark growl that sounded more animal then not as a black mist seemed to hover around her feet.
"However I have more important things to do the entertain a demon when I have a sister to visit..." she says before turning to Shadow "Apologies... For what it is worth... she's in a better place now... and safe even if she isn't here with you now.". Seeming to glide by them as she goes deeper into the graveyard the sense of foreboding and cold leaving with her.
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Post by Zuyuri on Jul 11, 2016 2:54:13 GMT
Just as Shadow predicted, the woman became darker. He had gotten the deja vu feeling something was going on. The most that swirled around her was not a natural source. The only person he had seen with dark mist was Pitch, who was getting the full beef of Aurora's wrath. Talking would only increase the potential danger the spirit was emitting, so he only gave a curt nod.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Jul 11, 2016 3:31:06 GMT
"The dead are just that. Dead. They are beyond any worldly suffering or help we can give them. The living, however, they can still be helped."
Pitch's voice was calm and soft, completely in contrast to the sudden and brief spike of rage that had coursed through him. This spirit knew nothing and yet dared to claim he held no respect for the dead or those who mourned them. There had been a time when those words would have been true but that had been before he himself had come to experience the bitter sting of loss. No, he respected the dead and those who mourned their passing, but he also knew that the dead can no longer be hurt. Better to help the living when they could still be saved.
While all this passed through his mind, he kept his expression perfectly neutral and merely stared back at Aurora. He didn't break his gaze away from her until the spirit had turned and left to find her sister's grave.
"There is something wrong with that Spirit."
He spoke aloud but at the same time was talking more to himself then to Shadow.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2016 4:20:39 GMT
Aurora was kneeling next to a grave stone seeming rather... distant. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep you safe... especially from him... I'm so sorry" she whispers as her eyes close no longer able to shed tears for the only family she had. "I will avenge you my sister he will pay for what he did..." she growls before yelling "You hear me you foul demon I will kill you!". Her stormy grey eyes wide and almost feral looking as she collapses to her knees wailing next to a grave. "Here lies Cassandra Maria Hortica 1925-1940, loving sister and friend." it said though there was no presence but Aurora's own.
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