Spell 47 .: Elphaba :. What a shame, what a shame, to judge a life that you can't change [In person]

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[Elphaba is in the library, trying her best to ignore her Mother's ghost; unfortunately for her, Melena is as persistant as she is beautiful, and soon Elphaba's book is page down on the table, it's holder turned angrily in her seat. Only, she isn't angry as such, not at her mother anyway. More at herself, in a strange way. Of course Melena was disappointed with her - that was all she was ever going to be when it came to her eldest daughter. But, despite all reason and rationale in Elphaba's mind telling her that pleasing a dead woman wasn't important, a small part of her still wanted acceptance from the one person every child should be able to turn to.

As it stands, however, the two are currently arguing - or rather, having a 'heated debate']

You always were difficult, even as a baby. I couldn't believe-

Not many people can, mother, but here I am. It's not my fault you ate something funny or drank too much..or what was it Father said that caused my skin colour?..

That's not what I was going to say

Really? Well, there's something unexpected

But now that you mention it, perhaps if you'd been-

Ah yes, that was it! It was because I was cursed!

Elphaba! For Oz' sake, let me finish!

What's the point?? I know what you're going to say, and you know what, I'll make it really damn simple for you; I'm not Nessa, nor would I ever want to be. I'm not sorry I'm not what you wanted, and I won't apologise for who I am.

[Getting to her feet, this would be where Elphaba would push past Melena..if she was, y'know, solid..]


[Feel free to bump into Elphie coming out of the library, in the library, wherever =]]

Mary Winchester | 09 | [Action]

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( Hauntings suck. )

Bout 1 || [Accidental Video/In Person]

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[Katherine isn't in any of the rooms in either of her houses, that's instantly evident. The walls don't look thick enough by half, and there aren't nearly enough blankets on the bed. This place must be miserable in winter, although Katherine supposes that since she doesn't know how she arrived she could well be on one of the islands, like the one her uncle and Master St Vier went to, where it doesn't ever snow. ]

Duke? Master St. Vier?

[Of course if that were the case then she would expect things to look more...primitive, and while they certainly look weird now, Katherine doesn't think primitive is the right word. Katherine draws her knife, leaving the sword in its scabbard for now. The knife can be thrown if she comes up against someone armed, and there's always a certain risk associated with drawing the sword. Katherine still has no desire to kill anyone, and bringing a sword against someone untrained in the art of fighting seems like an easy way to mess up and let that happen.]

Marcus? Artemisia?

[Is this why her uncle the Duke went mad, because there's a room like this in the house that he got trapped in?]

If there's anyone who can hear me, it would end best for you if you were to come out now. I demand to know where you've brought me.

[Video]

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( Cut for length )

[in person]

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[So, God had settled things with Bartleby before She did what she had to do. She had to admit - she wondered if she had done things in the right way. She could have left him alive and human, maybe?

She's sat in the grounds, and suddenly, she turns, sensing a familiar presence from home. Bartleby is leaning against a tree.]

You did the right thing. I wasn't listening to sense or reason before then.

[she gave a small eyeroll, and a playful smirk, thinking 'You weren't. That's why I had to get involved.']

It was stupid; This is why you never should have let the humans create alcohol.

[She gave a small chuckle.]

Thank you. for forgiving me. I would have rather been smote forgiven and loved, than lived, exiled and hated.

[He started to walk away, but she caught his hand. She shook her head 'Don't go'. with a smile, he sat on the ground next to her, and she felt at peace with her decision once more. and with that feeling, the flowers perked, and bloomed that little bit brighter and bigger.

Anyone within a close range of the her will feel the strangest, sudden feeling of happy peace. She was projecting unintentionally, and she wouldn't care.]

005 ♀ Video

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[Catherine sat quietly in the dining room, fingers tracing the outline of a glass of her usual drink, while over her shoulder a ghost of her past was hanging around. Although she appeared to give him no notice, the ghost appeared to be doing the same to her.]

The author was sure she would have her little fun this week by sending these... ghosts of people we know.

[She gently picks up her glass and takes a sip of her drink, letting the nice cool liquid go down her throat.]

Or so she thought anyway.

[She chuckled slightly, putting her glass down, her ghost friend still not noticing her existence, instead he appeared to be floating around the room, trying to do things that a ghost clearly cannot.]

I honestly don't know the guy, so whatever the author was thinking was completely off the bat with this one.

[She lets out another light laugh, this time though she covers her mouth with a hand.]

Oh well, maybe I can have fun with this.

[Video]

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[The video feed comes on to the inside of ... well, it's Tsuna's room, as much as there's a corner with some other, smaller furniture. In the center of the room, on a small table, is a very large sheet cake with the Vongola crest on it; above the crest are the words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY", and below it, "REBORN AND TSUNA". The alternating corners are adorned with cutesy little chameleon and lion faces; there's a "32" just inside the corner on the side with Reborn's name, and "15" on the other side by Tsuna's.]

[Reborn HASN'T noticed the camera yet, and is just shaking his head at it; sure, it's a day early for Tsuna, but it looks like the Author's at least paying a little too much attention to detail.]

[Then there's a quiet, stifled feminine giggle, and he looks up sharply, confused, before spotting the Blackberry in the hands of a certain ghost; he just smiles and shakes his head.]

Couldn't let me sneak away on this one, eh, Princess? [The ghost laughs again.] You know, it's usually considered rude to advertise people's ages. [His tone's amused and gentle chiding without any real annoyance; the camera clicks off.]

((OOC note: Video/network replies will come from either/both Reborn (sunfromtheashes) and/or Tsuna (notathunnusfish)!))

Video or In Person | Garden

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((ooc: purple is Lenalee, red is ghost!Anita.))

[Lenalee is sitting on a bench in the garden, hands folded in her lap. Behind her is a gorgeous woman in ornate robes that cover just a little bit too little, comb in hand. Her wistful smile is almost motherly as she brushes Lenalee's hair out.]

Your hair is getting long again.

Yes. There's still a ways to go, but...

[Lenalee trails off, smiling.]

It only takes more time. You've already grown into a lovely woman.

[Lenalee flushes faintly at the praise. It's hard to know what to say when a woman like Anita calls her 'lovely,' let alone a grown woman. She still feels young, having her hair brushed like this. But it is pleasant.]

Thank you.

|003| Hope Estheim [In Person]

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[Hope is hiding somewhere in the manor. He's sitting and his face might be a little damp. It's water from when he splashed his face! Honest. And those soft sobs you hear? That might be Hope. But it's not really.

You'll be able to see a woman crouching over him trying to comfort him. But everytime she gets close, Hope jumps up and runs to somewhere different.

It's difficult confronting the woman you couldn't save.

Where you find him when you run into him? That's up to you.]