~ Past In Life ~

The Spirit and the Cursed

The ghost just shimmered there, pulsing out a slow breeze of coldness.  She didn't trust him.  He was alive.  People who were alive were cruel.  They could trap you.  They could throw you through painful rituals. They would try to "purify" you.  They would try to get rid of you.  They would go away and leave you.  They would die and move on.  They would mock you by dying and going on.  They would go on...  They would leave her one day.  They would never come back... They would never help her.  They would just vanish.  Mortals are cruel. And she didn't think she could trust them... no...  It was just.. pain... and fear.... So when she felt a movement against the chill she casted out, she immediately disappeared in mid flinch.  She would only appear a short moment later a good few feet from Kieran.  Her dress swirled around her, and her precious locks would fly about her...  She just stared at the mortal with a sad look.  He promises he isn't a bad person...   How can she be sure...? Her eyes casted downward for a moment before she turned and ran through the air away from the boy, bringing the cold cast and the strange eerie light with her as she vanished into the darkness of the trees. How strong... is a promise... from a mortal....?

The Spirit and the Cursed

The ghost girl floated there, curled up in her small ball as she slowly became harder and harder to see.  Eventually, she wasn't even visiable at all.  However, there was a soft glowing ball right around where her heart would have been.  It moved to the side, before drooping down and then vanishing. She only listened for him for a moment, remaining invisible for a small time period before slowly coming back into her white semi transparent form.  She was sitting in the grass now, her arms around her knees.  Her head rested ontop of her arms as she sat there.  He wouldn't hurt her... But... could she trust that...?  What if he was lying?  What if...   She didn't move from that state.  She didn't turn anymore visible or solid than when she first appeared to them; her form just barely see through and all her colors drained to white, her hair and the bottom of her dress floating just slightly as if there was a breeze.  The chill around her lessened slightly as she became more relaxed.  "My... apologies...."  She pulled her legs against herself more.  Please don't be like the living Nathaniel warned her about...

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The ghost girl gripped at her dress when she stood back up.  "My... name....sir...."  She clenched her eyes shut for a long silent time.  Her name.  What a treasure that once had been.  But like all treasures she had, it too was gone from her.  She struggled, trying to figure out something.  Just... maybe a letter at least!  She hadn't had to think of this for so long...  She should be able to just... think of her name.. right...? But she couldn't...  It bothered her.  She started to float again, turning back into her transparent white.  She moved her hands over her eyes, small innocent fist trying to hide herself as she felt a panicked frustration envelope her.  "My... name...."  She floated backwards slightly, curling up into a ball just above the ground.  "Please... have mercy... my name... sir... my.... name... gets to rest now... It too... gets to rest..."  Just like everything... everyone she loved besides her Sandshrew-now-Sableye.  Everything was gone.  Her memories were faded, her home was undoubtedly gone... everything.   And it felt horrible knowing they all left her here to suffer.  As she tried to remember, only fear arose.  Only pain.  The air around her grew colder as she became more... afraid.  "Please... forgive me... have mercy... "   He will hurt her now.  He will torment her.  People do that...  People have grown more and more mean.  Teams of them.  Groups of them.  Everywhere.  He will harm her for what she wasn't able to give.  "Please..."  Her voice was growing more and more quiet as she spoke... and this final plea was somewhat of a sob. 

The Spirit and the Cursed

The ghost tilted her head to the side, only lifting her face a bit again.  Her eyes only rested on where he was rubbing his arm, not daring to look up any higher.  She pulled in her lower lip and bit at it slightly, not...  addressing his apology exactly.  Nor his next statement either. She had to think about this.  She might make an idle comment abbout it later at random if she felt like it.. or if they were still talking.  She turned slightly, reaching into her small cute bag to pull out two pokeballs.   She clicked them open and almost reluctantly, her two pokemon were returned.   This boy wasn't going to hurt her.  If he did... she could probably get away, right?  Or she can just toss out her pokemon again.  Either or worked. The girl pulled her knees up in her floating form for just a moment before extending one leg at a time until they touched the grass below.  She was completely solid now, and even though she looked sickly pale with a hint of a dead gray hue to her skin, she looked almost normal.  Sure she still casted out a cold chill about her but still.   "K..... Kie....ran..?"  She let her tongue play with each sound for a moment before she nodded.  "It's.. nice to meet you."  She gently reached for the sides of her dress and closed her eyes as she curtsied elegantly to the other. 

The Spirit and the Cursed

That's not a nice thought...  wishing for someone to leave.  The faintest smile touched her cold lips.  She slowly became more solid once more, where a pale gold would touch her hair. She still floated above the ground just a bit.   However, her smile soon faded when she looked back up at him.  She just watched him silently.  Oh... how sad.  Her shoulders raised up, then fell, as if she sighed. She couldn't remember if she had ever truelly felt the same.  Being so hurt that, she didn't see much point in life.  All she remembered... was a feeling. Pain... or maybe it was fear... both..? "You fear a place of farewell...?"  She lowered her eyes once again as she spoke.  She feared it... in a way.  Her eyes drifted to the thick engraved shackle, watching the chains clink together lightly as she floated there.  But a part of her craved for farewell.

letters to you

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The girl slowly pulsed in and out of a blurry glowing state, back to something that almost looked tangible.  Her eyes had drifted downward as her pokemon joined her.  The Sableye jumped up and crawled onto his ghostie master's shoulder as the Shuppet just floated close to her other shoulder.   Her eyes looked up at Caleb when he suddenly took to a new form.  A soft flash of surprise took to the dead girl before she looked lost and sad again.  "...  Is it your wish for me to go?  I make it cold...  I can't...  It's... only cold..."  She looked down, much more faded... ashamed.  Her feet softly touched the ground now.   "It's always cold...  You're life... sad or not...  Dark or not...  You're so warm...  You're a sun... just with... some dark wounds here..."  She motioned with her hands to her own heart, not daring to go closer to him in case he would get upset or something.  "Everything will fade..."  She let out a soft sigh before moving her hands down to grip at her dress.  Or at least they were supposed to fade. "Will you be going in...?"  She was meaning into the tower, she just didn't make any gestures though.

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Nathaniel went still once more, just glaring at the pair as Marcel passed the floating ghost.  He went stiff when the boy placed his hand upon his pokemon.  He would fight you with all his stregnth if you dared try to attack him.  He just... stared.... Until the boy went and revealed his arm.  The shuppet floated back, in wary confusion.  Marcel just stood there and chattered his teeth up at Nathaniel.  What...? Now the girl.  She stared, before closing her eyes for a moment.  She slowly faded away.  However, you could hear a chain clanking closer.  You should feel a chill take to the air, letting you see your breath.  Then suddenly, the edges of Kieran's sleeve were being pulled up.  "You're life...  Don't forget that...  Death is sad...  You're life..."  Slowly the timid ghost started to fade back in infront of Kieran.  Her voice shook, her eyes casted down, her hands shaking and avoiding contact with his skin.  She was terrified of him.  But life was valuable.  "It's cold..."  She looked up into his eyes.  For a long moment, she just floated there, her hair and dress lifted gently in a nonexistant breeze.  Once his arm was covered up again, the girl pushed back against his arm, floating backwards.  Her soft shaking hands moved together infront of her chest. Her fingers gripped at the other hand's fingers nervously. Should... she just...  go now...?  He shared something with her though...  It would be rude to... but she was so... nervous.  Scared of both this boy and his fierce pokemon.

The Spirit and the Cursed

The Sableye was trying to convince his companion that it would be safe enough for the Shuppet to try and persuade miss ghost to come over.  He was so determined it was going to work.  But then he felt a dangerous claw move him down to the ground.  The little being slowly looked up at Caleb, a frown upon his wide head.   And Nathaniel's eyes just glowed as he narrowed them once more.  Plan failed.  His companion needed to come back /now/.  There was DEFIANTLY no point for him to go and allow his princess to talk to such dangerous beings!  ONE!  That was a living human.  The living can be so cruel to the dead...  TWO!  That was a dark type pokemon.  What would happen if one attack of his landed upon his princess?!  Would if hurt her twice as much just like him and Marcel?  He wasn't willing to take that risk!  He started to sway slowly about, calling for Marcel to come back. However...  The Shuppet didn't... blame Marcel...  Maybe someone to talk with besides them  WOULD have been a good idea.  But it was the Zoroark that made him nervous.  The boy seemed... fine... to some degree.  Still, Marcel's plan to prove that they were both fine failed. The Sableye slowly stood himself up, his ear like structures drooped.  Maybe some other time.  He just slowly waddled back over to his companion. All this time, the ghost girl watched from behind the tree, worried and very much confused.

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Marcel wasn't leaving.  He was enjoying this.  He did raise his head and started to chatter at his fellow ghost.  They seemed to be talking about something.  Nathaniel swayed more viciously and then his eyes glowed angrily at Marcel.  Marcel just responded with rubbing his cheek against Kieran. Then it seemed like their attention turned to the protective Caleb.  The shuppet swayed about aggressively.  The Sableye tussled about on Kieran's head before rolling off onto Caleb's.  He then went and nested himself on the dark types head, calm as ever.  And now, the shuppet held still watching to see what would happen...  As if watching to see what happened...

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Marcel chattered his teeth happily and went to climbing all over this stranger curiously.  This kid seemed nice~  He ended up sitting upon the boys head and playing with Kieran's hair.  So essentially, the Sableye was messing up the boy's hair oops.   Now, Nathaniel?  He just glared at the stranger, moving back and forth infront of the girl.  It was like he was guarding her.  In fact, he was.  He was ready to attack, ready to do ANYTHING that ensured his dead trainer's safety.  There's no telling WHAT a human could do!  They could try to banish her!  Or even bind her to something else too!  Maybe even curse her...  OR DEVOUR HER!  Oh the thought made his eyes glow feircely and his aggressive swaying quicken. He nearly bolted forward with an attack with the stranger spoke.  Welcome.  She wasn't welcomed.  She knew that.  She didn't feel like he did.  She was just... here.  So when he tried to welcome her, her eyes widened and she disappeared into a strange puff of mist, moving to hide behind a tree though.  She couldn't leave until Marcel was done playing.  She ended up reappearing, floating with her front pressed up against a tree... trying to stay out of sight the best she could.... which... was hard... saying her hair and dress were flowing out gently.

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"Do not forget your life..."  Her voice seemed to echo about, as if for a warning.  She turned and pulled the bag to her chest as she stepped lightly away.  You shouldn't talk with the dead.  It was bad luck or something right?  But what could it mean to the girl?  Was it bad luck too?  She was already slapped with badluck to death.  She didn't need it... But she was more scared of the stranger than anything else.  Her form started to glow, only for her to go completely white now.  The blond faded... her eyes paled... her skin ghostly...  Everything connected or on her, was now pure white... like freshly fallen snow.   As she slowly prodded away, the chill started to fade with her, like she was the breeze it was on.  The Shuppet spun around and floated after her.  He wasn't going to let these people harm his princess! However, the Sableye just tilted it head at the stranger curiously.  After a moment, it pulled its mouth wide, flashing all its sharp teeth... But it was smiling.  It bounced over, swaying from side to side before holding out its claws to Kieran, waving to Caleb happily.   Of course... the absense of Marcel caused the girl to stop.  Her beautiful form twirled around slowly, her hair and dress flowing after.  As soon as she saw her beloved pokemon with the stranger through the trees.. she stood there, frozen to the spot.  Worry.. fear... sadness...  But most of all, a nervousness was painted upon her face... What was Marcel doing?  Would he like to play with these strangers?  She wasn't welcomed... but they were pokemon...  Nathaniel and Marcel could play if they wanted... right?

A place where the dead would rest.  Somewhere that let the spirits be purified and then pass on.  People would come to this place to pay respects.  This place was somewhere that beloved ones would ring the bell upon the tower to wish off their lost ones. This place broke the ghost's heart. She never dared go inside.  She didn't know what would happen if someone try to ring the bell for her.  It probably would be painful... Being beckoned to pass on or even being pulled at to go on... when she would never be able to.  It made her want to cry, watching people come here to give love to their dead ones when she knew no one would even have thought to do that for her.  Maybe though, she could send out her love to the ones she knew once a long time ago.  She had a family... right?  She hoped she had... So right now, she, too, was outside the tower.  She was most likely hidden away from sight, though it didn't stop her solid form from slowly walking about.  The only sound she made was the chiming of her chains upon her ankle.   At the moment, Nathaniel and Marcel ran about... erm.. well Marcel ran about, Nathaniel floated about.  The Shuppet stayed nearby his sweet princess while the Sableye climbed the nearby trees and look out happily.  Marcel found this place wonderful.  He let out a clinking of his teeth before walking ahead of the group. It was probably Marcel that found Kieran and Caleb when a soft chill started to creep around the two.  He stood there, between two trees.  The Sabeleye just... stared with his gem like eyes when the pale girl walked up, in which she froze for a moment before moving to the side quickly to hide behind a tree.  This... caused Nathaniel to ruffle forward, glaring protectively at the stranger and his pokemon.

Chimes of A Fountain (natunest)

What did the living have to do with the past?  What did this past have to do in the living?  Why was it that the past had to be bound to this once warm world?  The sun would only blindly cast blankets of cold.  The moon was attempt to guide the lost to sleep.  The world turned away from the constant lonely chill.  This was a curse.  It was a horrible curse.  The world wanted her out, and she wanted out.   As if on cue, a small crystal of a tear rolled down the dead cheek of the girl.  When it left, falling towards the earth below, it disappeared into a vapor to cease it's existance.  The girl had felt a warm presense around her... no not warm... Just an intrusion upon her chilly astosphere.  Warmth would have been a blessing. Her eyes raised up when she head a voice.  Those silvery eyes widen softly, as if a shy fear took her expression.  "Do not forget your life..."  Aka... Please realize you are trying to interact with the dead.  Her voice was soft, a whisper, and it seemed to echo about.   The girl closed her eyes and disappeared, first into a small bright cold ball where the girl's heart would have been.  Then even that puffed out, having only shown a slight movement of moving to the right.  Then it was silent.   Only that the cold didn't fade... In fact, you could probably feel it like a drift to the right and then settle near another bench.