Closed Cold Spots[Elaine Spade]

[Clyde Sullins]

59 Spring 513 Clyde really needed to watch were he was going. To be honest he was not one to pay to close attention, feeling at ease in Ravok. There were not to many thieves stupid enough to try and rob him, and with his dog at his side, Rye, well most could not lay a hand on him without the protective hound sounding off. He himself was a powerful mage, a well known fact in Ravok, due to his numerous displays of magic, which tended to make average people steer a bit clear of him if they knew him and were passing. Once again he was walking around in Ravok, trying to settle on what he should do, deep in thought. Should he go to the Institute, and work on his magecrafting? Do a project? Go and practice some combat with the Stryfe? Get a drink? He just could not decide, and was in deep thought of the ramifications of his choosing, as he walked along, not in any particular direction, and not paying to close attention to the people in front of him, just moving along.

[Elaine Spade]

A usual spring night for Elaine. The moon was up and she didn't want to do anything. She was sitting and thinking. What could she do now? She peeped the water's surface which reflected the moon's light.

- Is this called... peace?

She whispered. But no, she noticed that somebody was walking around here too. She turned her head there and she saw a man with a dog. She stood up. She was like an old painting, wearing her white blouse and black,long skirt. Her soulmist was grey. She maybe found an interesting siutation or she could make one. The Silent Lady whispered to him:

-What are you doing at that time mortal? Isn't it dangerous even with a dog at your side? Why are you still awake, it's not your time...

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde had been lost in thought, when a odd voice resonated out, hitting his ears and catching his attention. As he turned to look at the source of the sound, a cold chill went down the back of his spine, which had nothing to do with wind. He knew almost right away what it was, a ghost. All the telltale signs were there, the way she looked, the words she used in calling him a mortal implying she was not... He squinted his eyes a bit, and she seemed to get a bit clearer... Though he was not sure why... Was that some new ghost vision he was developing, to better see spirits? Or was there some mundane explanation of why his doing that made her appear more clearly. He also had an inking that cold chill down his spine was some other ghost sense, his way of his body saying a ghost was near. Though he wondered if that would happen every time a ghost popped up... That might get annoying. "It's not my time? That seems a bit ironic, coming from a spirit, who has passed their own time. What are you doing then, if I might ask?" Clyde paused a moment, looking her in the eyes... It seemed like the harder he focused on her, the more clear she got... But if he looked away and was not directly staring, and under his conscious effort to see her, she seemed to fade back to the drab and murky visage he had seen her as at first glance. "And more importantly, why are you here at all? It seems all such spirits have some reason for existing, some wrong, usually involving murder. At least the ones I have spoken to."

[Elaine Spade]

Elaine went closer to the man. She kept the distance between them. Only her soulmist went around Clyde. She looked at him and was a bit pissed for his attidute. She couldn't explain why. She was just annoyed. She sat down again and crossed her arms. Another night with an interesting human being.

"Oh you know sooooo much about us. We passed our time? Don't you think we DIDN'T yet? Why would us be here if we have passed it? I'm only shadow of my old excistense... "

She whispered. The Silent Lady noticed that he was staring at her eyes. It distrubed her the way he looked at her. What was he thinking? Elaine could think he would do something bad for her. But after she got know that he met with ghosts before she a bit calmed down. He knew something about them. She didn't stand up. She had no reason for it. She was just looking back to his eyes. Who is him?

"Why, Why, Why? Always just why? I think you have no business about why am I here? Does it matter anyway? Mortal, what's your name? I'm Elaine Spade, The Silent Lady"

She whispered her name. Everytime she met someone for the first, she always told her name to them. She didn't afraid that they will know her name. It's just a name for her, everyone had one.

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde let out a shiver, as he could feel something pressing against his aura, getting in close to him. It felt like something cold and rancid had just slithered over the peripheries of it... Though that was about all that he got from it, without focusing on the source of the feeling on his aura... Though considering a ghost was right in front of him, he had a feeling it had something to do with her. Unconsciously, he took a step back from the spirit, upon the feeling, which was quite unsettling... "I think you just answered your own question, within your question. What I mean is you passed your time on this physical realm, but refused to go... Which is sort of the definition of a spirit. I suppose I can sort of understand that. I probably would not make a different decision, should I face the same choice." Clyde just listened as she went onward with her words, letting her get to her point in her own time. It seemed this ghost was a bit less focused than the last one he had met, and certainly more angry. The other one had been angry, just not towards him... In fact... She had actually been quite nice, and a bit comforting to be around. Though it was to early to say how things would end up with this one, different, or the same? "Perhaps I don't have business, but is it wrong to be interested? To want to know the story, of what happened to you, to what made you end up this way. Who knows how vital such information might be to me one day. It might even help me, should I ever need to make such a choice, or be in such a situation. To have to make the choice you made." He let out a sigh, as she told him her name, he nodded, wondering on it for a bit... Elaine Spade... The Silent Lady... The last bit sounded a bit made up, sort of like a title she had given herself. That was not to uncommon a thing, when one wanted to sound more impressive or cut ties to your old name. Many famous wizards had done so. "Clyde. Clyde Sullins. That is my name. Nice to meet you Mrs.Spade. Or can I call you Elaine?"

[Elaine Spade]

The Silent Lady stepped closer to Clyde. However she found interesting him she didn't like his attidute. He was too brave, too smart to be scared. Elaine wasn't sure about his powers. She however tried to play with him. The grey soulmist went around the man and around the ghost. She whispered to him.

"Don't be smart with me! Definition... it's nothing you have to experience or see it with your eyes not learn from a book or learn from what you hear from the town. We did refuse because we didn't passed our time yet, we have something here which has to be done. "

Elaine was suprised how the man was kinda kind with her. He wasn't mad or scared or rude. He was polite. That made the situation more exciting. She didn't know what to do. Awsner him or not. No she couldn't be that stupid. Maybe it's a trick and she didn't know anything about him. She was thinking for long time then she looked into Clyde's eyes.

"How did I end up here? Why should I trust this story to you. These chains belongs to me. I don't share it with a mortal like you. I don't even know you, Clyde. It's enough if you know I hate humanity and its sins. Those information won't help you. Unless you would want to help but like you said help you so you are selfish enough to use these information only for you and not for help a sad soul. And Mrs. Spade is my mother.... Don't call me like that... Elaine is fine.... And I don't lie so I won't say nice to meet you."

[Clyde Sullins]

Already she had been swarming him with her soulmist, now she was getting even closer. He could almost feel the cold radiating off of her... Or maybe that was just in his head, since that was what he expected to feel from a ghost being so near. He let out a cough, trying to clear his throat, as the smoke like soulmist was getting far to close to him, which was making him a bit uncomfortable. He of all people knew what that could do... He still had vague memories of the time he had been possessed by a ghost of untold power, which he had yet to piece together... It was all the more muddled, due to the other effects of long term hypnotism he had been under at the time... Even when that effect had been taken off of him, the experience of the possession was still unclear. He did not think this ghost was that powerful, that it could totally subvert his will. He was sure this one was at least in a range at which he could grapple for control... But still, better to be on the safe side. "Exactly, as I just said, you had something stopping you from going onward. But how can anyone help you with that, if you don't explain what that is?" However her next words were once more defensive, and were clear she did not want to tell him anything... And that she did not trust him... Clearly he needed to gain her trust in some way... It also brought to mind what someone had said somewhere before... That spiritism was a more social magic than others. It could not just be practiced and refined by oneself, in some lab. It needed interaction, and experience, and doing things with ghosts, to get better. Which meant if he wanted to get better at dealing with ghosts, not only would he need to work on his magic skills, but also his speaking skills and skills in convincing people and bringing them to his side of the argument. A bit of persuasion and negotiation could go a long ways. "I understand, and perhaps you are right, and should not trust me. I am only human after all. But do not think I am just another human. I have been hurt and persecuted, by my own kind, just as much as you. My childhood was filled with it. I was raised were what I did was forbidden and hated, were I had to live in secret for fear of others finding out, and trying to take my life for it. I was scarred both physically and mentally, by those average humans you so hate, and I cannot say I blame you." Clyde let out a sigh, eying the ghosts soulmist, fighting the urge to step back out of it... But she had not done anything offensive with it... He did not exactly fear possession... But that is what he believed she was about to try and do. "Perhaps I could help you, with how you were wronged, but I wont know unless you tell me how that was. Elaine, I also don't lie. I may not say everything, I may not always be open and reveal all, I doubt I would have lived so long if I did. But I don't lie. And if you are planning to possess me with your soulmist, you should know it would not be the first time. I highly doubt you doing so would even be the worst of them." Clyde was lost in thought for a moment, as he thought back to his first possession... And likely the worst he would ever live through... When his very will was bent to a ghosts choosing... Were he was lost in himself, and unable to even fight back in the smallest way... He had lost that fight in a tick, and been at its utter mercy...

[Elaine Spade]

Elaine was still suspicious but couldn't help she calmed down a bit. Those words like she wanted to hear them, but from a human? He wasn't usual for her. He was different. Elaine didn't see the reason why did he understand her or why did he wanted to help her. Even though she was naive enough she trusted in his words. Her curiosity always beated her. However she didn't want to tell him everything.

"... Why? Why would you? I hate your kind. Why would you want to help if not only for your own reasons? What do you want from me? I'm just a girl died who died in Zeltiva with her parents. "

She stopped her whispering here. She was careful. She couldn't tell him anything. And it was a painful memory of hers. She looked with her empty eyes at Clyde. She didn't know the turth. She was so confused about him. He asked something she didn't know fully either. She turned around. She became invisible. She walked right behind him. She had some time to think about while that. She became visible again. She was wearing her red dress now. She whispered to him right away.

"You wanna know me? I don't know either or do I? My death was an accident or it wasn't ? You want me to possess you or you don't want it? But I take a wild guess: You want me to possess you. Shall I grant your wish? Human I'm not sure if you are real human from your race. But I will be kind with you and do your favor. "

Her soulmist went around Clyde's body at once. She became again invisible. Some seconds... Then it suddenly entered to his body. She was inside him now. She reached his mind with her voice.

"I know it wasn't a good feeling... for you. But oh well... you wanted it deep inside didn't you? I still don't know what to say, Clyde. I feel nothing can help me.... I can't talk with my parents now... They are dead and I don't think they refused the reincarnation."

[Clyde Sullins]

As Clyde watched, at least for a moment, the girl seemed to calm down... Though it did not last long... He supposed though that he of all people, could relate to this girl. After all, his life had been full of pain, trauma, betrayal by those he trusted... It was a small wonder he got along with ghosts as well as he did, his mentality was not that different from ones, even if he was still alive. Though it did seem a small kernel of knowledge slipped, out, she was from Zeltiva, and had died with her parents... But it appeared they had not carried on also. He was about to answer her, when she vanished... or sort of vanished... He could still see her a bit, or at least a vague outline of were he could see her to be... A sort of occasional flash of her image, but it was very vague and instinctive. But he had a almost instinctual idea of were she was, could see a few small things which gave him an general inkling of her location. This if nothing else, he could certainly attribute to his dealings with ghosts. His eyes were slowly getting better at noticing ghosts, even when they tried to not be visible. Though he did not doubt a greater spiritist would know exactly were she was and what she looked like. As she fully reappeared, she seemed to have changed clothing. He was not even aware ghosts could do that... But apparently they could. Her next words though were a confused mess, contradicting each other in each line... He had not been asking her to possess him, he had simply been stating the fact he had been before, since it appeared she was about to try to as she almost enveloped him with her soulmist. Why else would she do that? Then she was entering him, trying to possess him, to take on his form, to overwrite his will. He pushed back by instinct, picturing him grabbing her in his hand inside of his mind, keeping her from taking control. As he did so, his body froze, locked into place as he kept her from acting. But he could hear her words echo in his mind... Not spoken out loud. He did his best to answer, while clenching his jaw, unsure of what she was going to try to do, or if she was going to try and wrest control from him. "I did not ask to be possessed, but don't think I am defenseless to it. We can either work together on this, and make it easier for both of us, or I can fight you tooth and nail for control the entire time, which would you prefer? Us working together sharing my body for the moment, or as foes?" Her words did bring to mind a small bit... He had been right, or at least she agreed with him, that her parents were not ghosts... Which perhaps said a lot about her, and about the true circumstances of her death. "You say you hate me... But we are not so different. Not really. Why do you think I understand ghosts as well as I do? It is because I have been just as wronged and betrayed by people, as you. Perhaps I still have a body, but that is all. It is instinct, the way my thoughts work." "But you really want to know the sad thing... I could not imagine a instance of my dying, when I would ever not cling on, when I would ever let go. It just does not make sense to me why people die and do so, why there are not so many ghosts. Perhaps that is why I understand ghosts, and don't find you depressing. We are kindred in one sense."

[Elaine Spade]

Elaine was inside in Clyde but didn't know the next move. She aimed his mind as she always did but it was different. He experienced something like that and he had strong mind. But she didn't a better choice or better idea. And nothing. She couldn't whisper anything. Only the man spoke which made Elaine to think even harder. She whispered to his mind.

" I.. I... Just let's do it in the easy way. Share your body with my soul. "

She just obeyed for a human. But she had a strange feeling like he wasn't one so she didn't feel that bad for it. She just listenned to his voice. Yes one of the "ability" of the humans. They can betray each others for nothing. She started to trust in him. She calmed down and sighed although she still didn't leave the body. She felt safer there. Then after the speech she started to speak. Her thoughts came out and whispered to him like it was so natural for her.

"I still think deep inside you wanted to be possessed. And ... you really do understand us? What happened with you? I can't image why would your own kind betray you... but what can I say? They all the same. And you still live in a meat like that. But now I think about that... I was a human before I was in that meat too but... my soul was different. Maybe your soul is different too and..."

She stopped the whispering. Now she realized not the human's body was the important the soul was. Like she possessed people she didn't become one of them. After some minutes from the realization she continued the whispering.

"I didn't want to die either... I'm still a weak ghost but I can be stronger I know I can. And do not seek death and become a ghost. It's not what Dira wants. So again huma... Clyde what happened with you?"