90th of Fall, 516 AV
21st Bell
21st Bell
Dex thought he had heard Madeira call out to him...but it sounded so faint and far away. Everything felt so wrong to him almost foreign. It took him a moment, maybe it was longer? He didn't really know how long it took but eventually he realized that he was existing but also not. He could see the stage. He could even see Madeira but both seemed far away from him like he was watching from the top row of the theatre.
Madeira had pulled back into the soulbeads and took his weapon across her legs. His body's weight shifted to the side and began to collapse on the floor. All of his attempts to brace himself against the impact were found with failure as he received a good view of the stage and a few of the soulbeads, his long stringy hair partially obscuring what vision he had of anything else.
So this is what it was like to be possessed. Existing but not. Here he was fully thinking but unable to act, he felt..he felt useless. What was he going to do now? The Symenestra thought back to what Madeira had just said to him. It all seemed rather vague and obscure at the time but now he could remember it more clearly. She told him to find a nice place in his head and just..be there. It had been so long since he had a nice place that he would have to drift off into a place he did not normally wish to go. So off he went into his own memories.
Outside in the physical realm the ghost was finally consolidating its control over its newest host, its new bones cracked and popped in and out of place as it stretched out and got up from the stage floor.
It snarled at the woman sitting in the soulbeads, the sword it so desired to have now out of his reach. The ghost pounded on the barrier the soulbeads provided for a moment, he wanted her blood, all of their blood. It looked down at its new hands after its assault on the barrier. They were tipped in black nails and attached to long lanky arms which seemed almost animalistic.
The ghost reveled in its newest host. This one was much more fit than the woman in front of him, much more fit for bloodletting. He licked his lips as he pondered what he would do to the woman after removing her pesky barrier. Its tongue running into 3 inch long canines in its host's mouth, perfect, he was almost giddy with the idea of ripping the woman apart with tooth and claw.
In his head Dex was drifting through his memories looking for a place to stay for a while like Madeira had told him. All of a sudden he was standing in a rocky clearing with a red scarf in his hands. He remembered this, how could he ever forget? Looking up from the scarf he found himself in front of his best friend, they were standing next to a lone tree that looked over a massive cliff side. It was his birthday today.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!" Howled the ghost at Madeira. It was impatient and did not want to have to find a way to remove her bubble of safety. Dex's body snarled again before trundling off towards the stage curtain to find something to use. Before too long the ghost ran into one of the brooms the duo had used to remove the dead and dying birds from the stage. The bristles stained red with blood was all the ghost needed to take the item.
It half fell half knelt down to grab the broom from the backstage floor. The ghost imagined spreading the woman's blood across the stage, she had come to him not once but twice. There would not be a third. It began to return to the woman, blooded broom in hand to deal with her pesky barrier. But it would not be returning on two feet, it found that its host was capable of moving on all fours just as easily. It would not have to continue balancing the body at least and it appreciated being an animal.
It trotted back to the front stage and looked at the woman from its position on the ground. He wanted her to see the thirst in his eyes. The creature returned to a normal standing position and began to bat at the soulbeads with the broom. It would sweep her off stage if it had to. At least she would be dead, and then her friend with her.
