Time Stamp: Fall 24, 520 Drifting amongst the winding, dilapidated streets of Sunberth was a thin, shorter woman with bright red hair and a long flowing black dress. She seemed to not belong, not only sticking out as an outsider but as no longer alive, with her mostly solid form flickered at intervals and a haze clung to her edges. The few people within the nest of back streets made an effort to avoid her, casting suspicious gazes and steering clear of the dead. Yet the woman seemed not to care that her materialization wasn’t perfect or that few stares she was getting, too focused on the dilapidated and patchwork structures that made up the city of Sunberth. Her head on a constant swivel as she takes in the sights, a roof that seemed to have loose cloth thrown over a hole or a wall that was sagging, held up only by a few weak strands of rope that were creaking under the weight of the wall. “Quaint. It seems so...lived in.” She mumbles under her breath while following the winding streets further away from the main thoroughfare and escaping from a few people’s gazes. As soon as she was behind a beaten and crumbling wall did she let out a sigh, relaxing her shoulders as her body was run through with a web of cracks, pieces falling off in chunks, turning into a misty white substance before they hit the ground as she released her hold on her soulmist, dematerializing and becoming translucent. “What a pain.” As her face twisted into one of displeasure, nose upturning slightly, “I lasted longer but not long enough. Besides, it seems to attract more attention with my body flickering like a torch. But no matter, I’ve come here to improve and how do ghosts improve?” She leaves that hang in the air before responding to her own question, “They haunt.” A smile crawling over her pale, freckled face, grey eyes flashing with a sense of excitement as she drifts down the streets, black flowing dress billowing along the ground, looking for a place to pass the time. The search took her back to a busier street in the early morning, a few merchants setting out their goods with a hand on their dagger, head on a swivel, looking for troublemakers. Ghosting back a few houses from the street Alice began looking for a haunting ground, a place for some light fun. After a handful of chimes, she crosses by a low slung house, barely qualifying as two stories, but looking to be in a good state, relative to the surrounding buildings of course. The structure in question lacked a patchwork roof and appeared to have a fresh coat of paint or whitewash over recent repairs. The general good state of the building was what drew Alice’s attention to it but what sealed the deal was the lack of sound coming from inside the building and the lack of smoke from a cooking fire. A sleeping household being a perfect ground to stage a nice haunt. |