Voice for the Dead

Nodding nonchalantly to the inquiry of hell hounds existing, Celine took another sip of her drink as she set the cup down. “I don’t know the full details of hell hounds...but they are like reapers, sent to collect souls that are lingering to escort them to the world beyond. I can say that much at least,” she explained, taking a bite of her sandwich as well. “I have met one that while difficult to interact with...takes their job very seriously...more than I think others of my ‘field’ do,” she spoke gently, reflecting on her last conversation with Kieran.

“I would imagine they would...every spirit and ghost I have met has always had a reason to stay...something they valued dearly. But...spirits who wait to pass on and don’t have a real reason to...would be caught by hell hounds. I would imagine the exchange could potentially unpleasant depending on how the one who had departed handles it,” elaborated Celine more with a sip of her drink. “But...that is another department.”

The medium had already gotten herself settled in her chair at the table, running her fingers through the white portion of her brown hair before smiling and thanking Ames for delivering her food. Taking a sip of her drink to start, Celine smiled sadly again to the mention of what it really was like talking to dead people. “Most people when they die, are spirits...but not ghosts,” began Celine as she took a small bite of her sandwich, taking the extra time to formulate a good explanation. “We as living beings...mundane or otherwise...are made of energy. That energy carries with us to the afterlife and depending on where that energy is stored, it can determine whether or not a spirit lingers behind in the world of the living or if we pass on. Spirits usually with unfinished business linger.”

Celine nodded with the mention the young woman could always return to the counter if some other customers came in, the medium gestured with her hand holding the empty cup where she would be sitting. “There sound good?” she hinted, already starting to walk.

Celine smiled a little sadly to the mention of how cool it must have sounded. Parting her lips to speak, the medium glanced behind her in case she was holding up a line before glancing at the seats. “Um...well I could elaborate further if you have time but...I don’t know if you have a break coming up. I wouldn’t want to disturb you while you worked,” cooed the medium gently. “I plan to sit in here while eating...I could go over in detail more if you wished to listen.”

A small chuckle escaped Celine’s lips to the mention of reading palms or tarots or anything of that nature. If only it were that simple...that easy. “Actually no. I...um...I speak with the dead,” elaborated the young woman with a soft wave of the hand. “I know it’s not the most light-hearted of subjects but...I can communicate with spirits.”

The medium took the leftover change before grabbing the cup with her free hand, smiling to the mention that she was a recent resident. “Well, welcome to Sunnybrooke. I’m Celine Tremont, the town’s medium. And you are?” she introduced warmly.

“Drink and chips sounds great. Let’s add those too,” smiled Celine as she finally grabbed some cash from her wallet to hold out to the woman behind the counter. “I have never seen you before. Are you new to Sunnybrooke?” she inquired curiously.

It took Celine a moment to register the voice addressing her from behind the counter, her sapphire eyes glancing up towards the woman with long dark brown hair asking if she needed more time to think. “Uh no. No no I...I think I’ll just have the special for today if possible,” answered the medium with a forced smile, reaching into her purse to grab her wallet for the appropriate amount of cash. Even in the middle of a restaurant she couldn’t get the current situation with the spirits off her mind...or the guilt affiliated with the knowledge she helped cause the mess to begin with.