((Thanks to Underby for, even if he doesn’t know it, giving me this RP idea.))
Maybe being dead isn’t as fun as I thought it would be. I’ve yet to get warm, it’s always foggy, foggier than usual I mean, and some of the places I’ve tried entering, prevent me from doing so…Underby’s Bucket of Blood for example…as if some spell, Crow’s Spirit Guide, Ahiga, says this is the case, prevents Ghosts from entering. Which is odd…considering, you’d think people like Underby would be braver, not caring about whether or not a Ghost enters their pub or building. Not like I’m causing harm, no way, I just wanna sit and remember the days when I could drink. No worries to me, I have The Gangplank, and unless something goes wrong there and I get booted out by a spell, I’m going to stick to that place. Hopefully Mr. Mornington doesn’t mind a Ghost in his Brunel Hall…Or else I’d be in trouble.
What I find odd is…the cemetery behind Miss Elleon and Miss Sheryl’s place, seems comforting, almost inviting. Almost as if pulling me toward it. So I go there, and sit atop the tombstones, and remember what it felt to feel the breeze through me hair, the warmth of the summer sun, or the crisp coldness of the autumn breeze, or even the winter winds, blowing past me skin, forcing me to remove me jacket, to cool off, or bundle up and keep warm. Mr. Stillwater assures me he’s near completion of the thing that he says will bring me to life again, I say it can’t happen soon enough. I’m tired of being dead, of having Crow write everything I say onto a piece of paper, and of…well…I still like scaring people. Hopefully the spell will be lifted on Underby’s Bucket of Blood when I return to life, as well as all other places preventing me from entering.
I don’t know about the Church yet, as I’m way to scared to even enter that place. Not much has changed, as I was scared to even enter the building when I was alive. Another…I had another memory…Mr. O’Malley, the Beadle bloke, reaching his hands toward me neck. I think he killed me, I honestly do, and I fear if I’m bought to life…he’ll come back after me and kill me again. I think I’ll steer clear of certain parts of Babbage, Mainly the tunnel near Bucket of Blood, as I hear strange, dark, evil, noises coming from them…almost as if they’re portals to hell, and whoever’s on the other side is beckoning me to enter them. Other places, like the Cemetery, I see a beautiful white light behind what I guess is a door, and behind the door I hear a woman’s voice, and a mans, telling me to open the door and go through…that they’re waiting for me, everyone’s waiting for me. Yet, I don’t wanna go through the door, I know what lays behind the door, and I’m not ready to go there yet.
Guess me friends are right, not only am I a smelly child, but I’m stubborn. I won’t enter because I know soon, hopefully real soon, I’ll be alive and breathing again…and this ghost thing will all be just one horrible nightmare that I can put behind me. Why before I entered the pub, I found myself with a pair of wings, angel wings, coming out me back. They weren’t there for long, as when I neared the Bucket of Blood, they disappeared, still…it was frightening. I can not wait to live again, for I swear when I am alive…I will head to the nearest Pub, wherever it may be, and down meself a nice huge tin of Rum. For now, I can only hope, and pray, that this device Mr. Stillwater is working on will be done soon. I do want to live again.
The door in the cemetary? don’t go in!
((actually by wierd coincedence, I had planned for something involving a door in the cemetary))
If the machine does not work out then we could solve your problem by transferring your consciousness into a clockwork body! Although you would still be unable to drink, but you would smell nicer and as you would have almost no sence of smell bad smells will never trouble you again!
I think he likes the smell. Everytime I was around him he seemed proud of his aroma.
Hmm… Maybe some sort of artificially produced aroma would suffice?
Hopefully the machine will work so we will have no need of a clockwork Skyler.
I’d spend some time haunting Mr. Footman, if I were you. By all accounts, he seems capable of wresting spirits out of the thin air with that diabolical machinery of his…
Lavender !! .. places lots & lots of lavender all around…. there ..
quietly admires her work with a sweet smile and twirls away … :)
I canz have my bestest friend back?
*jumps up and down*
*digs in bucket of spare parts*
I haz this gear and these wires… and a thingie here that smells…
*Shakes head*
No way Mr. Footman, I don’t plan to go through that door at all. No way.
((Wow, that is a weird coincidence Footman. If you want, use the whole light on the other side of the door thing from my story.))
*Smiles widely*
If Mr. Stillwater’s device don’t work, I’ll think o’ becoming a Clockwork. That’s if I can keep me stink as I love me smell. It’s who I am. And Mr. Cral, I’d haunt Mr. Footman’s place but… for some reason, his cemetery’s the only area near his place I wanna go. It is rather nice there. The spirits there, some o’ them, are actually quite nice to talk to. Of course, I could haunt him. *Has idea* Yeah…But…maybe he’d try sucking me up in some spirit device or somethin’. Or he’ll experiment on me. Cor…Best ta avoid his place, it is.
You be careful, Skyler old bean, cus some of them scientist and occult blokes have made some right messes when tryin to bring people back, just think of poor Miss Soup….., an Mr Footman, dunno what he done to himself, what with that weird heart thingy he got, an sometimes he don’t quite smell right, bit like.. well… something been not alive fer a bit…
Evie is nice to talk to, in the graveyard, i was there yesterday playing a few tunes, an she is much happier now the zombies have gone off somewhere. I spilt a drop of rum by the gate, an set fire to it, so’s you can have a drink, but be quick, cus Mac might get there first!
Clockwork is good, but make sure they put yer key somewhere you can wind it!
don’t fret, skyler… stormy and mister footman are both frightfully clever… i am quite sure hardly anything may go wrong!
*Nods at Tepic, drinking his Ghost Rum from atop a Tombstone.*
If they do make me a Clockwork, I’ll be sure and ask if they can put my winding key thing somewhere within reach. I trust Mr. Stillwater, he’s not like the other scientest or occult blokes. And Evie, she’s a nice woman, told me loads of stories about New Babbage’ past. I’m sure some things’ll go wrong, Lo. But so long as I’m alive again, I don’t right care.
Worry not, Skyler. Soon you will have life again. Though in the meantime, perhaps I can aid you a bit in remaining in this world in spirit. Do come by my office.
*Nods and heads over, immediatly, to Mr. Kristos’ place.*
Aye sir, be over shortly. I noticed I’ve been fadin’ in an’ out ((SL was being a pain yesturday)) while at Brunel Hall yesturday evenin’. That scared th’…well…Ghosts don’t have much of anything to scare out of them…so…let’s say it scared me to death, again. I don’t wanna fade, I don’t know what’ll happen if I do.