#ghost plot

How much he despised this city...the people in it...the coldness that whipped at his face every time they came here. A living catacomb for the denizens- and yet here he was again, walking among the chilled stone and bitter winds. But, this wasn’t just a leisure trip, then again...he never came here for leisure. No, it was always business when coming here, why else would anyone subject themselves to palpable misery that lingered in the air about this wretched place?

Brice had gathered a small group, looking to put an end to his...other wordly problems. There were many ways to get rid of a ghost, but Brice seemed adamant on giving this specific one his earned eternal rest. Fier...couldn’t very well blame him, though he found it to be more of an annoyance than anything. They had very little to go off of in terms of information. A sloppily sketched face and the assumption that the entity following Brice around was from Ishgard. A short glance around the group as they gathered in front of the Forgotten Knight: Aiouxdaux, the charming elezen with many...many tricks up his sleeve. J’azhar, the versatile hunter from the Sagoli, hot tempered with a strange way of speaking. Nocturne, a geisha and entertainer...at least to those who didn’t know him. Then there was Brice, the one leading this little expedition to find out what they could to lay the spirit haunting him to rest. The pirate...seemed almost lost in the city when they arrived- his demeanor slowly changing the more they moved about.

Tasks were divided amongst those in attendance, and they set off on their way to find out what they could. A quick glance around the tavern revealed nothing- watching Nocturne make his way down to the lower area of the bar...he was certain the man knew what he was doing, so he left him to his own devices. Aiouxdaux and J’azhar set off on their way to the Brume...and because Fier had set off before the group he had no idea where Brice had ended up. After finding nothing inside the tavern Fier made his way out of the area, heading to the Jeweled Crozier- some place he knew that he’d get information.

Touching base with one of his own contacts...he managed to persuade the man to drop enough information to get him to his next needed spot: Saint Reymanaud’s Cathedral. As he arrived there was a woman stepping out of the church: modest clothes, a book...similar features to the crudely drawn sketch Brice had shown the group, and the distinct mark that he’d been looking for: a portion of her ear was missing. A quick call over the pearl and the rest of the group found their way to the cathedral- to which he remained in the shadows...damn well knowing that jumping out of them would do far more harm than good. That...and he wasn’t the best person to approach someone trying to be polite and obtain information the nice way. No that was for someone far more skilled in communicating...and someone far less crass than himself.

Of course...it was Aiouxdaux who was decided to be sent forward to confront the woman- to which could have gone a bit more smoothly. Ultimately...they obtained a good amount of information- though Fier felt they wasted many of their time and questions on silly little things when they should have cut to the chase and asked the important questions first. But...information was information and now they had more to work off of.

Etienne Tuitoy. Approximately 30 summers upon death. No trial received. Accused of heresy. 

A short description of the woman they were looking for, the one who accused the man, falsely, of heresy. As well as the knowledge that she was likely an enchantress of some sort.

After they departed from their quarry it was a short moment of going over information, to which...once more Fier seemed to have the ability to shove both feet in his mouth at once. Sending Brice stomping off in one direction, leaving the trio of Fier, Aioudaux and J’azhar standing in front of the Cathedral. To which, the older Elezen quickly informed Fier to get his ass moving and catch up with Brice instead of letting the man wander off on his own.

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Plot 136: Ghost of My Dreams 

When Muse A purchases a new home, they are quick to dismiss rumors of the residence being haunted. Even when the realtor declines to give them a guided walkthrough of the property because of strange occurrences the last time they showed the listing, Muse A just laughs it off as a silly joke. Everything weird that happens from the move-in day has a perfectly logical explanation as far as Muse A is concerned. When the lights flicker, Muse A chalks it up to faulty wiring. When a door slams, it’s obviously because of a draft.  When their keys aren’t where they left them, it’s probably because they have a poor memory. Muse A is a firm believer in everything having a logical explanation; they definitely don’t believe in ghosts or anything of a supernatural nature.

For years, Muse B, a poltergeist, has been trying to make contact with the living inhabitants of their home with unfavorable results. Typically, when Muse B’s done all they can to make their presence known to someone, making noises and moving items throughout the home, they end up scaring them off without intending to. Being stuck on this plane with no idea how to move on, unable to be seen or heard, is endlessly frustrating. Muse B is desperate to make a viable connection with Muse A who doesn’t seem so easy to frighten. After many failed trials, Muse B attempts to tap into Muse A’s mind while Muse A is asleep. If Muse B can meet Muse A in a dream, maybe they can convince Muse A that they exist and ask for help.

Plot #5: Ghost

Plot 84: Whispering Woods

Muse A lives in a small town just a stone’s throw away from a dense forest, called the Whispering Woods. Every afternoon, especially in the fall, when the leaves are changing color and the air is crisp, Muse A likes to walk through the woods on their way home. Muse A sits on the kissing rock at the mouth of the woods, straps up their boots and inhales the fresh pine before embarking on the winding path to the log bridge. As Muse A crosses the log bridge, one foot over the over, they enjoy the soft ‘whispers’ (for which the woods are named after) of the meandering creek below. The whispers always seem louder in October for some reason, almost comprehensible. Townspeople like to say it’s because the woods are haunted by spirits, but Muse A’s never been the superstitious type. They’ve been frequenting the woods since they were a kid and nothing spooky has ever happened to them before.       

One afternoon, Muse A encounters Muse B in the thick of the towering pines. Muse B looks lost and disheveled, as if they haven’t had a shower or a proper meal in a few days. Concerned for the unfamiliar wanderer, Muse A offers to guide Muse B out of the woods, back to civilization. Muse B instead asks Muse A to stay with them a while; they want to visit the log bridge, their favorite place. Muse A can see that Muse B is the lonely sort, so they agree to walk to the bridge with Muse B; they were headed there anyway. When the pair arrive at the bridge, Muse B struggles to recall why they found this spot so special, or anything about who they are at all to make conversation with Muse A, but they can’t remember. Muse A insists on helping Muse B leave the woods, worried that Muse B might be suffering from amnesia or something worse, but when Muse A gets to the edge of the woods, Muse B, who they thought was right behind them, is nowhere to be found.     

Plot # 42: Ghost (concept submitted by:charlesworthy-iii)

In the prime of their life, Muse A perishes in a tragic car accident. Shortly after, Muse B, who is in desperate need of an organ transplant, gets the call that they’re next on the list for donation. Muse A was an organ donor and because Muse A and Muse B were a perfect match, Muse B becomes a recipient of the vital organ from the recently departed Muse A. The transplant surgery goes well, however there are unforeseen side effects. While in the hospital, Muse B begins to see flashes in the corner of their eye of a person they’ve never seen before, Muse A. At first, Muse B dismisses the creepy sightings, assuming it has something to do with the medications they’re on. Once Muse B’s allowed to go home, the sightings become more frequent and Muse A’s non-corporeal form becomes more vivid. Muse B experiences the shock of their life when Muse A actually begins to speak to them one day, suggesting that they’re now connected somehow because of the transplant. Muse A may be dead, but they’re still hanging around and only Muse B can see them. Muse B is stuck with Muse A’s spirit at their side, and they have to learn how to live together for an indefinite future.

Optional:

Muse A cannot leave a certain distance from Muse B.