Chill, it is only chaos

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The Diamond of Kalea is located on Kalea's extreme west coast and called as such because its completely made of a crystalline substance called Skyglass. Home of the Alvina of the Stars, cultural mecca of knowledge seekers, and rife with Ethaefal, this remote city shimmers with its own unique light.

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Chill, it is only chaos

Postby Jomi on November 1st, 2018, 8:50 pm

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Jomi loomed with barely concealable contempt over Madeira’s large four post bed on the top floor of the Infinity house where she was tangled in a mess of sheets and limbs. The house had gently opened the windows and drew back the curtains as the sun rose, filling the room with crisp winter air and a soft early morning light. It watched the ghost with what felt like a pout as Jomi stood over its creator, it waved the north facing window curtains in an attempt to draw the ghost to look out and appreciate its new flower garden it had created the night before. Jomi pushed patience out through the psychic link that tied him to the house, which the house answered with more aggressive curtain flapping. But as of that moment the ghost had a more pressing concerns to deal with.

It was a daily ritual that first thing Madeira did when she got up in the morning was to make soul mist for Emma and Jomi but today it was taking longer than usual for her to wake. When the ghost finally went to investigate her tardiness he found her wrapped in her sea of quilts. So quiet, so peaceful.

So vulnerable.

Jomi quietly phased out of her bedroom door and hovered over the winding metal staircase on the other side as he regarded the door handle. Luckily the layout of the house had very little doors, since the shiny brass knobs the opened the the bedrooms and bath on the second floor were something he had trouble with. The ghosts fine motor skill were close to non-existent with caused an endless amount of problems and required extreme concentration in order to rotate the slick surfaces around fully.

A ribbon of pearly white mist stretched out from his midsection and wrapped itself around the doorknob. The ghost pulled up the latent energy from his soul core to activate the thin tendril and after a a few slips trying to get the right amount of pressure the mist finally caught and slowly the knob turned. Once the door had cracked open Jomi brought back both of of his arms until his hands were parallel to his shoulders with palms flat and facing out. He concentrated on bringing the mist swirling around his body back to his core, slowly and methodically his body gained more substance and the edges of his body solidified. And using all the force he could muster threw his open materialized palms at the door which hit the wall with a resounding crack sending dust bunnies and flakes of peeling wallpaper raining from the ceiling.

The ghost spoke with a heavy and proper accent, raising his voice to a near shout that cut through the still room like a fart through a fancy dinner party.

”It was so nice of you to come all this way Madara. Lets go see what my Mistress is up to, she'll be so thrilled to see you.”
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Chill, it is only chaos

Postby Madeira Craven on November 6th, 2018, 9:14 pm

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Madeira was lost to sweet, undefinable dreams when the world exploded.

The smash of the door against the wall cleaved through her head like a lightning strike, and her eyes were popped open and and rolling madly long before she could bring anything into focus. But her ears were working just fine, and what that cruel voice was saying shot lightning bolts through her soul. She pulled herself upright, bedclothes
clutched to her chest and mouth moving soundlessly, her tongue desperately seeking explanations that her mind still half lost to dreams couldn’t conjure.

She tore her way into consciousness just in time to hear her dead servant erupt into laughter.

"Jomi!"

She fumbled for her bedside table, and the loaded crossbow she kept there for just such occasions. She held the bracer by its leather cuff and fired wildly at the open door. The magical crossbow sparked into unenthusiastic greenish flame, and nothing but her fingers withered away under the powerful illusion spell. The weapons dramatic effect was probably dampened by its improper use, but still no less frightening when the tousle haired, squinting master spiritist in a pink nightie was sighting down its barrel with murder in her eyes.

The arrow embedded itself in the wall wide left of the spirit standing over the trap door, and its goose feather fletching was still vibrating in the wood when Emma Chamelle faded in from below. She looked between Jomi and Madeira with wide, beseeching eyes as she fumbled with the hem of her nightdress.

"I'm sorry Maddy, Raj and I tried to stop him..."

"Out! EVERYBODY OUT!”

Emma vanished with a little peep of fright, but Jomi was not so easily kept in check. Madeira tossed the empty crossbow onto the end of her bed, and the fire went out with a whoosh of disturbed air. She could feel the attention of the house around them leaning in to watch as she swung her bare feet onto the floor. And Madeira stood there, a five foot four pillar of wrath in a pink nightie as she stared down her ghostly servant. Her voice was low and even and tinted with the rough use of dijed willed from her exhausted, startled body. Jomi knew she was a hypnotist, and the magic was only powerful when it was unexpected. So she dropped the subtlety and hammered the emotional response into his thick skull like she was wielding a cricket bat. Fear, the hypnotism hummed with all the delicacy of an Akalak in a china shop.

“I want you downstairs. And when I get down there I expect to see Spooks, Rosie and Bird to all be gathered in the great room and a look of contriteness on you face. Those three will eat before you do and if you make one single peep of a complaint about it I will drop your dust in the cooking fire to make my breakfast. Now get out before I nail you to the floor.”

Only once both ghosts had exited her room did she let herself relax. As she fell back to her bed with a defeated sigh she reminded herself to look into having her walls studded with ghostnails. Living with the dead meant living with no privacy. And she was beginning to understand that these unsleeping creatures needed to be constantly entertained, or bad things happened.

She rolled over, snuggling deeper into the blanket, looking for her lost dreams and the rough fur of her bondmate. But the bed was empty of both. Closing her eyes she mentally ran her hands over their shared bond, letting her gentle attention and warm affection run along its length. The room felt too big without him, but at least he didn't have to witness that farce first hand. She wondered where he was, but didn't call him home. She was doing her best to make sure he understood that he could do as he pleased, that 'bondmate' and 'master' were not the same. She wasn't about to sabotage that just because she was lonely.

The hearth lit itself with a cheerful crinkle of burning tinder, and the drapes pulled themselves fully back to reveal the beautiful pink and gold of dawn. The house too seemed to think she should be awake. Curse them.

“Alright, alright.” she groaned, pulling the dress over her head and padding naked to the closet to get ready for the day. She laced herself into her simple linen dress, forgoing her usual assortment of jewels and gloves for something more practical. She planned to spend the day at home, working in the yard and workshop and spending time with the animals, ghosts and sentient house she had somehow found herself in charge of the last couple years.

In the mirror she brushed out her hair into some semblance of neatness and braided it over her shoulder. Pocketing her key ring and her battered silver flask, Madeira judged herself presentable.

“Good morning, house”, she murmured to the mirror. The house, understanding the sentiment, responded with a glow of affection in the bond. In the mirror Madeira’s reflection smile.

Several chimes later, now fully dressed and presentable, the Spiritist made her way downstairs.


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Chill, it is only chaos

Postby Jomi on November 8th, 2018, 11:23 pm

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Jomi took the hint and blinked out of the wall to hover out over the gardens. He allowed his shroud to dissipate in the morning light, becoming less than a shadow as he expanded and contracted his mist rhythmically in a sort of calming ritual. The hypnotic fear rattled around in his head, putting the ghosts two remaining senses into overdrive. He could hear the Manor creak and groan as it greeted its inhabitants as they woke. And the sway of the willows and the flutter of the last of the resilient birds as they prepared for the cold to come distracted the badgers motion sensitive eyes.

Once the vibrating of his soulmist calmed, the ghost brought his shroud closer towards his core. He wound the edges together and folded them inward, bringing the illusion of solidity to the etherial body as he looked out over the fields that surround the Manor.

"Excellent, breakfast."

The ghosts face split into a toothy, mischievous grin even as his voice shook with the fear that had been bludgeoned into his head. The hypnotic suggestion slowly dissipated as he floated himself down to the first floor, coming to a stop inside Rosie's run. The ghost cooed softly as he fazed his upper body into the coop, gently waking the hen.

"Good morning, Rosie." The ghost smiled as he reached under the soft red down. Jomi pulled the energy up from his core and spread it out into the edges of his soulmist, activating it and using the force to gently lift the hen and pull her out of the coop settling her into the crook of his arm. The bird didn't react to the ghosts freezing mists, instead she brought her feet up and shook out her feathers, fluffing them up and hunkering down, perfectly content to be carried.

Jomi loved that bird more than than anyone else in that house, as sad as that was. She was without a doubt his and was generous with her affection which the ghost gladly returned.

Snatching up the single brown egg cradled in the her straw bed Jomi carried them in through the Manors back door, which the house was kind enough to open for them.

Inside the Manor had already prepared for the arrival of its Mistress. The glass scones that lined the outer walls were lit, casting a warm yellow glow over the rich, eclectic furnishings and the hearth and cooking fires had already been started, dispelling the chilled autumn air.

Depositing the chicken on her favourite ottoman the ghost matained his projection in order to slide his arms beneath the gilded birdcage and lift it off its hooked stand by the hearth. The cobalt blue pigeon occupant twittered nervously at the rough treatment his home was getting, the ghost was stronger than ever but the heavy metal cage still caused him difficulty. The cage swayed and heaved as the ghost grunted in exertion, lifting the cage with one last push in order to lift it over the lip of the kitchen counter.

The ghosts shroud flickered mutely as he looked about for the last of the occupants. Spooks was a bit more delicate than the rest, having multiple possessions daily have affected the cat negatively. He'd learned to avoid the ghosts and had an uncanny knack for getting himself into the most unlikely places in his quest to preserve his soul.

"Here kitty, its food time."

Jomi crept around the outer circle of the room, eyes trained for the telltale shine on the felines eyes. The trailing edges of the ghosts freezing shroud brushed the mantle of the fireplace as he passed, eliciting a soft rattle from behind a wooden decorative clock that sat perched over the carved stone.

The ghost paused as the rattle stilled, eyeing the carved timepiece suspiciously.

"Come on you stupid cat. I can't eat until you get your ass out here and eat." The ghost hissed as he reached over the mantle, pushing the clock aside to reveal the lamp eyed tom and reaching for his scruff.

The world exploded into a frenzy of whipping claws and yowling black fur as the clock was pushed off its perch and shattered against the stone base, startling the sensitive tom. The cat fell unceremoniously off the lip of the shelf in his panic and singed his fur on the roaring fire, sending him on a path of terrified destruction.

Spooks vaulted off the sofa sending burning embers raining over the furnishings, tiny black holes melted into the soft fabric as a tiny lick of fire sprouted off the cushion. Jomi moved into the path of the rampaging cat but the tiny tom was too fast, changing his trajectory and leaping onto the kitchen counter directly into Birds cage. Which toppled off the counter, popping the chain on the door allowing the pigeon to make its panicked escape.

Now properly enraged, Jomi blinked himself above the cat and soul tackled him into the floor. The ghost fit easily into the familiar, possession weary body, his soulmist encased the cats astral body and saturated the soft tissues cementing him to Spooks' bones and taking over the motor controls.

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Chill, it is only chaos

Postby Madeira Craven on February 28th, 2019, 7:15 pm

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  • Soulmist Projection: 2xp
  • Materialization: 2xp
  • Possession: 1xp

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  • Madeira: vulnerable when she sleeps
  • Lore of a morning routine
  • Meditation: shaking off hypnotism
  • Animal Husbandry: collecting chicken eggs
  • Spooks: tiny ball of terrified destruction

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  • Weapon- Crossbow: 1xp
  • Intimidation: 1xp
  • Hypnotism: 1xp
  • Cosmetology: 1xp
  • Architectrix: 1xp

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  • Jomi: cruel first thing in the morning
  • Hypnotism: not as powerful on the prepared
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