#ghost tea

FOR YOUR BOBA GAME YOU SHOULD CALLED A GHOST THEMED BOBA “BOO-BA” 👻

Ex: Boo-berry milk tea Boo-ba ^^

Day 1: Reunion - Afterlife

Returning to what was left of Aszuna was always a back and forth experience with the magi. One the one hand! It was so incredible to return and to discover what he could in the area in which he had been familiar with so many years ago! On the other....well there were a few horrible deep down issues that even now Talthorn had not known how to deal with in the supreme and unadulterated guilt he held for not being there for his family when everything had been completely obliterated.

However as the older man was a master at being able to compartmentalize most of this, it was far easier to cope for him. So when he returns to places such as the Nar'thalas Academy more times than not, he would be able to appreciate his trip for what it was. A journey into the past with adventures to be had and mysteries to uncover! Already dressed in what would be considered exploring robes, the magi would descend into the libraries once again with interest in the lost knowledge that had been long buried here. It was not any secret that there were still wandering spirits both aware and unaware of the situation that transpired here. There were some that were nothing more than shrieking sirens and others that just wandered about in a daze and loop of routine. Talthorn did his best not to linger too much with some of them, because in truth they really were just no one you could hold any degree of conversation with.

That day though, he had come across a hallway that had broken down to a point in revealing a section of library he had not explored at all! Naturally Talthorn had blinked about and peeked around to determine if it was a good idea to venture in a bit further. Spotting a crumble mess of shelve and knowledge had him sparkle with excitement and in his infinite wisdom would try to squeeze himself through the space to get through. A few disgruntled noises and flaps about, until finally another blink was used to get through. Dusting off his hands and looking proud as if it was a beautiful first attempt, he walks over in a determined but animated fashion to see what sort of discoveries he could make!

To his surprise there was a ghost in here and shoots up right in front of him. After a strangled surprised sound erupts from his lungs and the barrier answers his call to guard him he looks ready to spring into an attack! When the woman there just stares at him it takes a moment for him to realize...? He knew this elf! She was one of the instructors here! Her image was not contorted or twisted, just....here. She was searching over him, uncertain what to make of him, and Talthorn slowly returns to a normal stance and brushes off his robes. "Ah! Good day to you. Forgive me, I was not expecting company." he grins at her and sees she is perking up a brow with his words.

"You're a little different than the last experience I had on the other side of the Academy. Shriekers they were. Quite rude if I must say! Chased me out when I wanted to borrow a couple of the tomes in flora and fauna research....in given time. Which is very obsolete now....but still fascinating!" He continued to speak to the ghost even if she didn't offer a single motion to show he understood. Wondering if she could speak at all, the magi would decide a different line of conversation.

"Oh! How unbecoming of me. I know you probably don't recognize me. But I was one of your students a very long time ago! Not....a very good one....but still! A student nonetheless. Talthorn Syl'voran!" he strikes a bit of a pose earning him a confused look from the ghost. "It is good to see Lady Swiftwind."

There were a few moments that she just stares, seeming to search over Talthorn for more answers. But that nod showed she was capable of understanding! Choosing not to speak she folds up her hand and floats there as if in thought before she gestures over to the fractured table. The magi blinks at her and tries to figure this out. "Hm? Oh! Did you want me to join you? To catch up or something? That's a lovely idea! Let's go do that." he babbles, seeming to himself as if she had not spoken. He saunters over in the somewhat slanted room and looks at the state of the table. Taking it upon himself to adjust it and turn it a bit so it was properly put up, he manages to find a couple of seats, probably not meant for this table at all but gives them a resemblance of home to their new space.

"Will this do? I hope I have not disturbed anything too greatly." the friendly magi continues, not at all put off that he was having a reunion from a dead teacher. The ghost shakes her head and moves to sit down, giving the impression that she didn't know how to speak at all. It mattered little for someone like that thrived in talking often! Sitting down at the other seat he would inspire more sparkling conversation. "Ah good! Well, I suppose I fill you in on the obvious. This entire area has been completely destroyed. For a great many years!"

The woman gives him a flat look as if to indicate she gathered that part. She waves the semblance of a haunted tea set, and after pouring the pot of non-existent tea expects Talthorn to accept her offering. Attempting to do so, but grasping onto nothing the magi stares at the ghostly tea cup. He conjures up a quick cup so as not to seem rude and holds it up to her and bows his head pretending it was what she gave him. Content with that, Lady Swiftwind gives her attention to the older man. "Ah! It seems maybe you knew that already? Then perhaps you would like to know why." he smirks and sees her face actually smile at him. Oh what an interesting day this was going to be!!

Have you read Ghost Tea Part I? You should.

                "Babe, wake up."

                Casey jumped up, spilling what was left of her tea all over her boyfriend. She brought her hands to her mouth, "Oh my God. I'm so sorry."

                Grant just sighed and then twisted his shirt to wring out the tea. "It's... fine." Grant leaned down and picked up the mug, "lucky it didn't break."

                "Yeah," said Casey, taking the mug and looking it over, "aw, it chipped though. This is my favorite mug."

                "All your mugs are you favorite mugs."

                Casey began to stroke the mug like a hurt puppy, "Yeah... so."

                "I'm guessing everything went fine last night, business taken care of," said Grant as he picked up another mug from the ledge of the fire escape railing.

                "Um," Casey turned about, looking for the ghost that had kept her up most of the night, "I don't know, really."

                Grant pointed over at their window, "Well, that seems vaguely positive."

                Casey glanced over at the window. It was covered in stains made by the grinds from the inside of a tea bag. She walked over to the window for a closer look. The stains read 'Thanks for your help, I know what I have to do now'. Casey turned to Grant, a confused look on her face.

                "You don't remember," asked Grant, his arms crossed in front of him, rubbing himself for warmth. It was rather chilly out and he was still wearing only his boxers and sleep shirt, which were now wet. "Can we go inside?"

                Casey looked back to the window as if she hadn't heard him. What did she say to the ghost? What was the thing that it had to do. "Something about pills. He took pills."

                "Shit," Grant said, more sad than surprised, "that sucks."

                "Someone was hurting him. He needed to get away."

                "Well... he got away, I guess." Grant walked over and grabbed Casey from the side, pulling her into an embrace that was equal parts affection and the need for warmth .

                "He didn't get away, that's not how you get away. Death isn't an exit. The only way to escape your problems is..." Casey looked over at the window, reading it over, examining the stains. They were clean and precise, methodical even. "Shit."

                Casey pulled herself away from Grant, "I gotta go." She crawled through the window  and ran into the bedroom. By the time Grant had made it inside, she was already at the front door with an old college hoodie pulled over her pajamas and her gym shoes on, "Where are the keys?"

                "Um, probably in my jeans," said Grant, "where you going?"

                She didn't answer, she just ran back to the room.

                "Whoa," shouted Grant, chasing after her. She grabbed his jeans and pulled the keys out of his pocket. "Hold on a minute!"

                "No time."

                Grant managed to catch his jeans as she tossed them to the floor and put them on with near super human agility. "What the hell, Casey," he shouted as she sped back towards the front door.

                Casey grabbed the helmet that sat atop the bookshelf next to their front door. "Don't worry. Be back soon," she said, slamming the door behind her. She ran to the elevator and smacked the 'down' button repeatedly. After all of two seconds, she decided it wasn't coming fast enough and settled to take the stairs.

                 In the lobby, she nearly tackled one of their neighbors, old Mrs. Jenkins, spilling laundry everywhere. "Shit," Casey whispered, helping the old woman up. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Jenkins."

                "For God sake's Casey, where's the fire."

                Casey scrambled about, snatching up the laundry, "It's, um, an emergency, kinda."

                The old woman's eyes widened to the size of half dollars, "A business emergency?"

                "Maybe, yeah."

                Mrs. Jenkins gasped, her eyes widening even more. "What are you doing wasting time with me," she said, knocking the laundry out of Casey's hands, "get on with it then."

                Casey stood there for a moment, slightly concerned that she might have broken Mrs. Jenkins, then continued out of the front door, onto the street. When she rounded the corner to their parking lot, Grant was already leaning on the bike, wearing his boots and a wool pea coat, toting his helmet under one arm, "the fire escape would've been quicker."

                "Maybe," Casey said, putting on her helmet and getting onto the bike, "I nearly killed Old Lady Jenkins in the lobby, that slowed me down."

                Grant put his helmet on and waited for Casey to back the bike up before hoping on behind her. "So, you gonna tell me where we going."

                Casey sped off into traffic, receiving a chorus of horns and curses. "Hopefully," she shouted over the sounds of the road, "we're stopping that ghost from killing his brother!