Unholy Confessions [Open]

[Petra Faust]

What was time to a creature such as her?

For days she lingered here in an abandoned section of the Brigade HQ. This hall was known to be inhabited by the dead yet what was truly strange was that it's door was a mirror. That mirror served one very good purpose and that was to distract Luci from entering the headquarters. Every time the murderous young spirit approached the door she would catch her own appearance and cease activity. For hours on end she would stare at her pale lacerated face, her crudely stitched mouth and she would weep silently. The sound of her muffled weeping was a rather haunting sound- one that drove those who were mentally weak to sleepless nights.

Yet after six days of this staring contest with herself, Luci managed to break free of the mirrors "spell". When she did she managed to send out one word, written in blood. Across the building on the library wall a message would start to appear, the walls bleeding it out. It was unsettling to think that due to her exposure to the unstable nature of the portals her powers were growing far beyond those of a normal phantom.

I KNOW

The message on the wall was simple yet a very vague one. The way it appeared made it obvious that it was being projected by one of the many ghosts haunting the tunnel. Her final bit of energy that she was saving was spent on projecting a single word past the wards that kept her out of the HQ. "Lovelace." the word drifted randomly through the minds of those present that day and to most it would seem as a mere thought. But to those sensitive to the dead, they would know that something was reaching out, trying to be heard. In this place it was a constant battle to be heard over the constant misery and confusion of those who were dead and afraid.

Luci was like them once, then she learned she could directly interact with the living. Despite her meetings with mortals ending in blood in violence more often than not she loved when they spoke to her. When they came and offered stories in exchange for answers only a spirit could know. Her favorite thing though was playing hide n' seek. If you managed to survive that a treasure trove of secrets would be hurled at your feet. Yet no one had managed that feat to date, many were not sure they would ever beat or be rid of Luci.

[Merry Noelle Lovelace]

The spiritual emanations of the hallway of the dead were a by product of being too close to the portal. In theory one would think that these beings would be content to feed off the portal and have some sort of existence but the special purgatory that the dead existed in meant they took no joy in their surroundings and often tormented those sensitive to them. Thus the mirror existed to keep people from being harmed by them and it worked for the most part. Most people avoided the area instinctively but every so often there were stories of the shrieking dead or a banshee breaking loose to find her victim. That was when an exorcism was performed and the creature was sent back to the beyond and away from habitation.

Merry was unaware of what the hallway was doing at this point in time, however. She had far more pressing matters pulling at her attention with the plans of others and trying to stop a war from escalating into a problem that no one could handle. She’d been studying in the library so when the wall began to bleed she looked at the message in puzzlement. Then she heard her name. Blinking she turned and began to follow her name like a bloodhound follows a scent.

Passing by she quietly asked someone to clean the wall and then made her way closer to where her own name emanated. Her purple robes shimmered in the light the shot silk turning cobalt or royal purple depending on how the light hit it. As she walked she pinned her hair up and out of the way unsure of who or what she would meet when she found where the voice came from. These last few months had been difficult and she wasn’t one to tolerate being played. Moving through the halls she mentally prepared spells to deal with the intrusive spirit. Chris had been the only spirit she had trusted and since his death she had begun to doubt even that. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him, it was that she was afraid that someone was playing with his memory to hurt her and that she would not allow. After passing through the room next to the doorway she teleported into the room of the dead and stood firm , she could move past the doorway with little to no injury to herself. Doing so made sure nothing got onto the other side.

“What do you want?” Merry said firmly as she waited to see what Luci might have to say. She’d steeled herself from the horrors that ghosts could project and Luci was no exception. To Merry’s mind the poor thing appeared to have suffered horribly. She couldn’t even imagine how some of the injuries had taken place. Forcing herself to focus past the mess in front of her she waited for a response.