The sun is red, there are unexplainable chills in the air, lots of gray mist... a perfect time to be haunted by one of the people Galilei both longed to find and desperately avoided.
As a Carnifex with a mostly-full soulstone, Galilei isn't free from whispers, most of them antagonistic. This one's something different - if apparently just as hostile.
@Ardent is chill, having dealt with Zsarachnor too recently to not be spectacularly unimpressed; @Qelres is disbelieving and ultimately Qelres.
(Tells): On tendrils of air, you let your velvety voice reach Ardent's mind: "Hello." The smile in her voice is somehow genuine and forced at the same time. "Was your rest pleasant? One of us ought to have had it."
(Tells): In soft, clicking whispers that are reminiscent of tapping mandibles, Ardent hisses against your mind, "No not really. Fraught with echoes of the past and whispers of the future."
(Tells): On tendrils of air, you let your velvety voice reach Ardent's mind: "You are burdened already. I have an ear and a need of a distraction, should you need to unload."
(Tells): In soft, clicking whispers that are reminiscent of tapping mandibles, Ardent hisses against your mind, "Your dreams must have been worse than mine to be in need of distraction dear."
(Tells): On tendrils of air, you let your velvety voice reach Ardent's mind: "Oh, I try to tell myself they are not, compared with others'."Something rarely-heard: sarcasm. Though it is, expectedly, lacking a concrete target. "They might well not be. The whispers of souls from my stone fades when I sleep."
(Tells): In soft, clicking whispers that are reminiscent of tapping mandibles, Ardent hisses against your mind, "Alcohol and food. Best distraction I can think of."
Ere, the Celebrant's voice echoes grandly across the realm, "At this rate, I'll need to start working on our Celesmas preparations before any of the teams make a move!"
Ardent's voice resonates across the land, "I want a pony! And some booze!"
(Tells): On tendrils of air, you let your velvety voice reach Ardent's mind: "I will take that into consideration."
(Tells): In soft, clicking whispers that are reminiscent of tapping mandibles, Ardent hisses against your mind, "Company also helps I would imagine."
(Tells): On tendrils of air, you let your velvety voice reach Ardent's mind: "Wherever would I find that?"
(Tells): In soft, clicking whispers that are reminiscent of tapping mandibles, Ardent hisses against your mind, "Waist deep in the sea?"
Far out to sea. Rain pours down from dark thunderclouds, only the merest hints of sunset breaking through. The waves are a bit more undulating here, as the ocean swells and heaves beneath you. The shore is but a thin line to the southwest, and the current seems to pull you gently farther away, yet keeps you from swimming further out to sea. A lone gull laughs at you from above, apparently mocking your situation as it flies easily in circles in the air. A kelp plant waves in the currents. Dark fur stretched tightly over sinewy muscles, this giant wolf snarls at those who walk too close. You see exits leading north, northwest, and down.
You have emoted: Galilei's hand is curled around a pulsing soulstone, and for a moment she looks as though she is pondering skipping it across the waters.
Ardent says, "Well hello there, sneaky lady."
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips as you glance at Ardent.
Ardent smiles at you.
Ardent ponders your profile, deep in consideration.
Without prompting and voice somewhat dried of emotion, you say, "Have you ever felt guilt? Over your kills?"
Casually, Ardent says, "I do not feel guilt or remorse over those I slay."
You ask Ardent, "Could you explain how that works for you?"
[A Teshen's snarling face: You dodge, outsider, but you will never be free.]
With an arched brow, Ardent says to you, "Why would I feel remorse for a lesson in pain that someone will never forget? Why should I feel remorse or guilt for ending someone's life when the cycle will bring the most of them back in some way, or the earth will reform their body?"
[A wraith, features too blurry to see: Your efforts are meaningless. He owns no stone. HE does not seek to usurp the powers of Dhar. HE leaves the dead alone.]
You have emoted: Galilei closes her eyes. The Consanguine draws in an audible breath and does not use it to speak."Something - I would do well to learn." It takes time for her lips to move, as though needing to unfreeze them.
Gently, Ardent says, "It is not in everyone's character to be as cold as that you know."
[You've changed. You've died. Call your state of being whatever you want. You're not Galilei.]
You have emoted: Galilei's eyes open wide, and she almost moves toward Ardent, as though to grasp his shoulders. She has heard him; but she is simply hearing something else now. Her gaze holds what might appear to be paranoia."Ardent. Can you feel anything? Around us?"
Ardent says, "Feel? Sure. Hear or see? Not in the slightest. Though it does feel as though we have company."
You have emoted:"It can't be... Souls can't know me. All the Teshen I've killed, the Nazetu I've torn apart." Galilei's words are rapid-fire now."Drakuum, Mor, Fengard, none of them can ever have known me."
Ardent says, "The souls of those you slay do not seek you out you know. That will never be the case."
Whispering, you say, "There are still souls... in my stone... but they can't know me."
Ardent says, "Why can they not know you?"
[None of them know you.]
[None of them were betrayed.]
You have emoted: "Ardent."Galilei's lower lip faintly trembles. She wades deeper into the water, closer to her mate, tension locking her body even as her face grows so very wan."It's not them - he - it - it reacts, even now - "
Ardent says, "He? He who? Does this specter that is haunting you have a name?"
[A name you, YOU, forgot. Tried to forget. Didn't you?] No - I -
You have emoted:"I knew he'd - I knew I'd disappoint."Galilei's words are broken as long as she is disoriented - and as long as she is with Ardent. That is one luxury, being able to unravel without having to hide. It's also likely she simply does not have the energy to hold things together."Being... like this, vampire. Killer. I - wait - " She swallows, and tries again. "*Mayar.* It's Mayar." She offers information in bits and pieces; the clench of her muscles, the odd pleading prompting in her eyes tell you this is a conscious choice.
Confused slightly, Ardent asks, "Mayar is...?"
Whispering, you murmur to Ardent, "The only brother I have really known."
Ardent beckons you to him. You begin to follow Ardent.
Ardent hapharzardly chitters something in a mix of squeaks and small barks. You follow Ardent to the ether.
a secluded greenhouse bedroom. As with the rest of the dwelling, warm redwood flooring graces this room. The walls are a little different from the rest of the house - crafted from thin diamond sheet and tinted slightly to keep out the majority of the sun invading the room. The ceiling is done in a similar fashion. The walls are lined with shelving that happens to be dotted greenery, flowers and various instruments. There are a number of other instruments scattered about on stands, too large for the shelving. The scent of rich earth and growing things permeates the air - the lapping of baths from below can be heard, with the slight invasion of gentle sound.A gentle trill can occasionally be detected from the direction of the gardens. A brilliant duskcrystal bird inside a birdcage sits here. This large glass cage is home to a dwarf boa. There are 3 monolith sigils here. A large bed is here, its four posters dramatically draped with silk.Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil.Dark fur stretched tightly over sinewy muscles, this giant wolf snarls at those who walk too close.Ardent is here. You see a single exit leading down (closed pine door).
Ardent gives an inconspicuous cloth doll a tight hug. The mouth on an inconspicuous cloth doll opens, a shrill and eerie laugh escaping into the air.
Ardent whispers soothing words to you.
You have emoted: "That's what you are, sis."It's hard to tell just what sort of emotion lies there among the hurtful sneer that reaches even Ardent's ears."I die, come back, and see you running off with 'Uncle.' I followed, and I listened."Galilei still leans into Ardent, but now she has gone rigid.
"You bought it." And here the voice deflates, if only a little."All that. About turning yourself into a corpse. About murdering people." Galilei is very still where she stands, no longer even breathing."And now you're going around sucking souls into that toy of yours." The air, too, is still. The spectre still has not shown himself, and the less-than-peaceful undertone in his words slowly become apparent."Whatever for, sis? Come on. Work your brain."
Whispering, barely audible, you say, "I wanted to find you again. I wanted to find you all. But how could I? As what I've become?"
Ardent lets his arms fall about his mate as he remains silent and lets her seem to work through what it is she's dealing with right now. His presence offering comfort where words fail him.
You have emoted: Of course Galilei's spectre wouldn't let the Kobold in the room slide. "Oh, of course you'd have the blood bag with you."
Ardent says, "...blood...bag?"
You have emoted:"Aren't you?"The sneer grows upon the voice, even as it takes on a rather raw edge."You don't look particularly tasty and she still spends *so* much of her time with you, I don't get it. Then again, good judgment wasn't exactly Galilei's thing."
Whispering even as she knows the ghost's attention is still on her mate, you say, "Mayar, this isn't about him."
"I'm her husband. Deal with it you decrepit ghost and shadow of the past."Ardent offers casually with the barest of shrugs before he settles into his mate comfortably.
You have emoted: Malice almost radiates off the unseen ghost. Galilei, however, simply stares at the space his voice was coming from. Her black eyes are wan, and the arms wind around Ardent tight. Staring, until the chill about the room drifts closer to the pair.
A distant keening howl seizes your attention, and you stop to listen. It is the sound of some creature, somewhere, experiencing inutterable sorrow. A chill ripples down your spine as the sound trails off, but you remember...
"I don't fear the dead, the undead or the Divine." Ardent offers casually with a shrug.
You have emoted: And there is silence from the ghost, for a long while. Features blur into visibility, one by one. Pointed ears; blond hair as rumpled as it is short; a rather strong nose, in contrast with Galilei's; pale grey eyes tinged with faint blue, the way Galilei's eyes were, in the beginning of her and Ardent's acquaintance. Only a boy, barely over sixteen years. His eyes bore into Ardent's, the look on his face seething. Then into hers.
Ardent rolls his eyes casually before dragging his wife over to their bed and laying down, ignoring the specter completely.
Ardent prods an inconspicuous cloth doll hard in the chest.
You have emoted: "You don't even have mum's eyes anymore."The ghost's voice is faint. This is not a fact that has just occurred to him, yet he states it anyway. His voice grows in volume as Galilei is led away, the tremble in his words striking a similar chord with his sister's, in certain, blessedly few situations."You - Don't even think about poking around back home! Not like you ever cared!"
"You've made your choice... so stick with it." The ghost lifts a stiff hand, pointing at Galilei and Ardent with too-bright eyes."Leave me and my brothers alone." The chill rushes out through an open window, almost as though running away.
Ardent offers a casual yawn and simply nestles into his wife more. "Living or dead, a tantrum is a tantrum and I have no patience for them."
You have emoted:"If I'd had the courage to find him sooner - " Galilei interrupts herself, quietly. She reacts to Ardent's touch as she would, burrowing close herself to press her forehead to his and wrapping her arms tighter around her mate."Oh, Ardent... I shouldn't have been so afraid."
"Seems like he needs a hug."Ardent offers with a faint shrug."All he needs is communication it seems. He can throw his tantrums about leaving him and his brothers alone but it will result in a boring and scared and hollow death of an existence."
You have emoted: Galilei merely tightens her grip on her mate, pressing her cheek to his. "Brothers, he said," she whispers. "Surely not all... and he never mentioned my sister."
"At least two others and no mention of a sister, no." Ardent offers gently as his hands start to stroke up and down his mates back.
You have emoted: Galilei nuzzles Ardent's nose, her movements just as much of an effort to distract herself from whatever the experience has left her with, as it is an expression of affection. "She was born premature, and died the year my eldest brother bled out his own life," she murmurs. "He'd always bruise so much, and so would the twins."
"Souls with regret should be the only ones who remain." Ardent offers in a casual manner.
You have emoted:"Mattias. Mayar. At least one of the twins. They'd all be old enough to have regrets,"Galilei murmurs. She lets her eyes flutter shut, drinking in Ardent's warmth and closeness while she can.