eisforenigma
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Geist Hunt
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The sun had just set over the dingy apartment complex on the south side of the city when Caroline returned home, package gripped tight under one arm. She bustled across the ruinous, oil-stained parking lot, wild black hair shifting with every nervous glance. She had to be more cautious than ever before. She was sure that the other tenants already thought that she was crazy, what with the ever-changing bunch of herbs, flowers, or feathers on her door, the strong smells that wafted from her window late at night, or the sound of chanting that occurred on every full moon. But she was an unobtrusive presence otherwise, and she payed her rent on time, so they could find no reason to complain. Still, she saw the way that they looked at her as she jingled down the hallways, dripping with charms and other jewelry, smelling as though she bathed only in smelly oils, hair forever a dry, frizzy rat's nest. She was a pretty enough girl, if she would just bother to take care of herself, they thought. Just a little strange.
After tonight, what they thought wouldn't matter. None of it would matter anymore. After tonight, the ritual would be complete, and she would have what she desired most in this world.
Revenge.
She quickly unlocked the door to her apartment and closed it behind her, flipping the deadbolt and dumping her bag and keys unceremoniously as she approached the shrine in her living room. The antique wooden cabinet was covered in occult paraphernalia, half-spent candles with wax drops frozen in descent, bunches of dried herbs and flowers, even a few tiny, delicate animal bones and feathers. She took the wrapped package delicately from beneath her arm and placed it on the floor. Then she went to the cabinet and took a box of matches from inside one of its drawers, in which was also placed some extra candles, a few more pieces of jewelry, some colorful stones, and a silver dagger. She lit the candles that were already on the alter, then tossed the matchbox aside and went back to her prize.
Caroline knelt on a well-worn pillow she'd placed before the altar and looked down at the plain-wrapped parcel. The address on the front was her own, the PO Box she'd been using since she moved out of her boyfriend's apartment. She hated those numbers and what they represented. The loss, the betrayal, and the humiliation. But that would all be different soon. She removed the wrapping from the package, noting the closeness of the return address. It was like fate, finding this crucial item so close by. The seller had left off their specific address and name, and Caroline wondered if the seller hated their own identity as well.
Once discarded, Caroline undid the small, folded cardboard box and lifted out the tiny trinket inside. An old and intricate-looking ring. The agent of her salvation. She lifted it before her, catching the light of the candles on the shiny surfaces not marred by age. Such a small thing, and yet it meant so much. She could feel the power burning within it, begging to be let out.
She didn't put it on. Not yet. That came later. Now, she just needed to wake it up.
"Spirit of this ring," she said, voice strong and full of purpose. "Hear me. Hear my call and know my voice. For I am master of your destiny, as you are mine."
Caroline held the ring up higher, between her two hands, as if in prayer.
"Spirit I command you! By the power vested in me from all the dark places of the earth and the stars in the night sky, make yourself known! My need is great and my cause is just."
She let her hands fall, and held the ring before her eyes as a grin spread across her pretty face.
"I've got a deal for you."
The sun had just set over the dingy apartment complex on the south side of the city when Caroline returned home, package gripped tight under one arm. She bustled across the ruinous, oil-stained parking lot, wild black hair shifting with every nervous glance. She had to be more cautious than ever before. She was sure that the other tenants already thought that she was crazy, what with the ever-changing bunch of herbs, flowers, or feathers on her door, the strong smells that wafted from her window late at night, or the sound of chanting that occurred on every full moon. But she was an unobtrusive presence otherwise, and she payed her rent on time, so they could find no reason to complain. Still, she saw the way that they looked at her as she jingled down the hallways, dripping with charms and other jewelry, smelling as though she bathed only in smelly oils, hair forever a dry, frizzy rat's nest. She was a pretty enough girl, if she would just bother to take care of herself, they thought. Just a little strange.
After tonight, what they thought wouldn't matter. None of it would matter anymore. After tonight, the ritual would be complete, and she would have what she desired most in this world.
Revenge.
She quickly unlocked the door to her apartment and closed it behind her, flipping the deadbolt and dumping her bag and keys unceremoniously as she approached the shrine in her living room. The antique wooden cabinet was covered in occult paraphernalia, half-spent candles with wax drops frozen in descent, bunches of dried herbs and flowers, even a few tiny, delicate animal bones and feathers. She took the wrapped package delicately from beneath her arm and placed it on the floor. Then she went to the cabinet and took a box of matches from inside one of its drawers, in which was also placed some extra candles, a few more pieces of jewelry, some colorful stones, and a silver dagger. She lit the candles that were already on the alter, then tossed the matchbox aside and went back to her prize.
Caroline knelt on a well-worn pillow she'd placed before the altar and looked down at the plain-wrapped parcel. The address on the front was her own, the PO Box she'd been using since she moved out of her boyfriend's apartment. She hated those numbers and what they represented. The loss, the betrayal, and the humiliation. But that would all be different soon. She removed the wrapping from the package, noting the closeness of the return address. It was like fate, finding this crucial item so close by. The seller had left off their specific address and name, and Caroline wondered if the seller hated their own identity as well.
Once discarded, Caroline undid the small, folded cardboard box and lifted out the tiny trinket inside. An old and intricate-looking ring. The agent of her salvation. She lifted it before her, catching the light of the candles on the shiny surfaces not marred by age. Such a small thing, and yet it meant so much. She could feel the power burning within it, begging to be let out.
She didn't put it on. Not yet. That came later. Now, she just needed to wake it up.
"Spirit of this ring," she said, voice strong and full of purpose. "Hear me. Hear my call and know my voice. For I am master of your destiny, as you are mine."
Caroline held the ring up higher, between her two hands, as if in prayer.
"Spirit I command you! By the power vested in me from all the dark places of the earth and the stars in the night sky, make yourself known! My need is great and my cause is just."
She let her hands fall, and held the ring before her eyes as a grin spread across her pretty face.
"I've got a deal for you."
Tugboats
Capsized Captain's Cap
Geist wasn't quite sure just how long he had been in his dormant state. Ever since his spirit had been bound to the ring, he hadn't been summoned, he hadn't been called on, he was just left to sit. Whenever he awoke, it felt as though he were a genie in a bottle, waiting for anyone to just let him out.
He was relatively aware of movement at first. He had been moved a few times before, but he had never woken up twice to the feeling of motion. His featureless home within the ring gave him no clues as to where he was. But still he felt that he was moving somewhere, until all of a sudden he stopped again.
Another shelf, then. So he began to rest again. He was awoken by a trembling, powerful voice invading his home.
"Hear me. Hear my call and know my voice." Was the voice supposed to sound familiar? Geist wasn't particularly sure he knew who was speaking to him. He hadn't exactly gotten a rule book when he was bound to an inanimate object.
"For I am master of your destiny, as you are mine." This sounded more like a chant than anything else. He wasn't exactly sure of anything.
"Spirit I command you! By the power vested in me from all the dark places of the earth and the stars in the night sky, make yourself known! My need is great and my cause is just." A light began to shine from the top of the ring he had been trapped in. He looked up and began to float up to there. Then a face loomed above the ring, seemingly looking right at him. If she saw much of anything, Geist was likely no more than a red speck, certainly not a fairly average-looking twenty two year old that he had been before his untimely death.
"I've got a deal for you." Geist flew upward, out into the light and back into the real world, as opposed to the pocket dimension that was his prison for so very long. From his summoner's viewpoint, it would look as though a red vortex was spilling out of the ring, slowly forming into the form of a young man. Geist found himself in pretty usual attire, with jeans, a T-shirt, and shoes, all matching his ghostly red. He fixed his eyes on the woman in front of him, both glowing white. He smiled back to her.
He looked up and down his summoner. Her face looked pretty enough. The rest of her was what interested him. He was wearing all kinds of jewelry. Many bracelets, rings, anklets, necklaces, toe rings, and a few strange piercings adorned the woman. Her hair didn't seem to have met a brush or comb in far too long, and she looked at him anxiously, holding a ring in her hands.
The ring had a silver band, with a small red jewel on it. It looked as though the jewel had a frozen aurora in it, shimmering in places, but dull in others. The jewel itself came from the world where Geist was supposed to be, but thanks to some magic, he was pulled into it. Perhaps by this woman, and perhaps not. After a short wait, he gave her his reply.
"I'm listening..."
He was relatively aware of movement at first. He had been moved a few times before, but he had never woken up twice to the feeling of motion. His featureless home within the ring gave him no clues as to where he was. But still he felt that he was moving somewhere, until all of a sudden he stopped again.
Another shelf, then. So he began to rest again. He was awoken by a trembling, powerful voice invading his home.
"Hear me. Hear my call and know my voice." Was the voice supposed to sound familiar? Geist wasn't particularly sure he knew who was speaking to him. He hadn't exactly gotten a rule book when he was bound to an inanimate object.
"For I am master of your destiny, as you are mine." This sounded more like a chant than anything else. He wasn't exactly sure of anything.
"Spirit I command you! By the power vested in me from all the dark places of the earth and the stars in the night sky, make yourself known! My need is great and my cause is just." A light began to shine from the top of the ring he had been trapped in. He looked up and began to float up to there. Then a face loomed above the ring, seemingly looking right at him. If she saw much of anything, Geist was likely no more than a red speck, certainly not a fairly average-looking twenty two year old that he had been before his untimely death.
"I've got a deal for you." Geist flew upward, out into the light and back into the real world, as opposed to the pocket dimension that was his prison for so very long. From his summoner's viewpoint, it would look as though a red vortex was spilling out of the ring, slowly forming into the form of a young man. Geist found himself in pretty usual attire, with jeans, a T-shirt, and shoes, all matching his ghostly red. He fixed his eyes on the woman in front of him, both glowing white. He smiled back to her.
He looked up and down his summoner. Her face looked pretty enough. The rest of her was what interested him. He was wearing all kinds of jewelry. Many bracelets, rings, anklets, necklaces, toe rings, and a few strange piercings adorned the woman. Her hair didn't seem to have met a brush or comb in far too long, and she looked at him anxiously, holding a ring in her hands.
The ring had a silver band, with a small red jewel on it. It looked as though the jewel had a frozen aurora in it, shimmering in places, but dull in others. The jewel itself came from the world where Geist was supposed to be, but thanks to some magic, he was pulled into it. Perhaps by this woman, and perhaps not. After a short wait, he gave her his reply.
"I'm listening..."
eisforenigma
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Caroline watched as the red vortex swirled up and out of the ring between her fingers. As it grew, her mouth fell open in awe and not a little fear. She had harbored doubts, but now she could be sure. This was real. This was happening. Soon, she would have her revenge.
Still, she knew from stories what trouble damned spirits could be. She had her safeguards in place, but there was no guarantee they would be powerful enough to hold this creature. She simply had to rely upon the wards that had trapped him within the ring to keep him from leaving it. Not that she didn't have her own plans for keeping him here.
The red vortex cast no wind, and the candles barely stirred at the spirit's arrival. Still, there was a scent like lightning in the air, and it made her hair stand on end. But she would show this creature no fear.
As its body began to take shape, Caroline had to blink a couple of times to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Where she had expecting to see cloven hooves or clawed toes she saw sneakers. Instead of muscled flesh she saw baggy jeans and skinny hips. There weren't even horns or a forked tail. His eyes glowed with demonic light, but that seemed to be the only supernaturally intimidating thing about him. He didn't even look solid.
Then he grinned, and she was momentarily reassured.
She recovered herself as he spoke. Appearances could be deceiving.
"Oh, spirit of the ring," she breathed. "I have called you here to do my bidding, and seek revenge on those who have done me wrong. I ask you to call upon all your powers and to punish them for their trespasses!"
She took a deep breath, steadying herself, and gazed up at this creature of her deliverance with lowered lashes.
"In return for your services," she purred. "I offer you... my soul."
Still, she knew from stories what trouble damned spirits could be. She had her safeguards in place, but there was no guarantee they would be powerful enough to hold this creature. She simply had to rely upon the wards that had trapped him within the ring to keep him from leaving it. Not that she didn't have her own plans for keeping him here.
The red vortex cast no wind, and the candles barely stirred at the spirit's arrival. Still, there was a scent like lightning in the air, and it made her hair stand on end. But she would show this creature no fear.
As its body began to take shape, Caroline had to blink a couple of times to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Where she had expecting to see cloven hooves or clawed toes she saw sneakers. Instead of muscled flesh she saw baggy jeans and skinny hips. There weren't even horns or a forked tail. His eyes glowed with demonic light, but that seemed to be the only supernaturally intimidating thing about him. He didn't even look solid.
Then he grinned, and she was momentarily reassured.
She recovered herself as he spoke. Appearances could be deceiving.
"Oh, spirit of the ring," she breathed. "I have called you here to do my bidding, and seek revenge on those who have done me wrong. I ask you to call upon all your powers and to punish them for their trespasses!"
She took a deep breath, steadying herself, and gazed up at this creature of her deliverance with lowered lashes.
"In return for your services," she purred. "I offer you... my soul."
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Tugboats
Capsized Captain's Cap
She spoke of calling on him for revenge. Geist began to wonder just what he had been roped into. The kicker was when she offered him her soul. He tried to step forward, but at least one of the makeshift wards was enough in effect that he couldn't move from the spot. He shook his head and laughed a little bit. Maybe he should play around with her thinking she had summoned something with incredible power.
Not that Geist was particularly lacking in power either, but he wasn't exactly the soul-devouring demon that this woman thought she had summoned. He crossed his arms and looked at her, without dropping his gaze. He could tell that this woman was doing her best to stifle the fear she had.
"Tell me, human. What do you think you've just summoned?"
Not that Geist was particularly lacking in power either, but he wasn't exactly the soul-devouring demon that this woman thought she had summoned. He crossed his arms and looked at her, without dropping his gaze. He could tell that this woman was doing her best to stifle the fear she had.
"Tell me, human. What do you think you've just summoned?"
eisforenigma
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Caroline blinked at the creature. It was an unexpected question. Wasn't he just supposed to take her soul or counter-offer or something and then get down to business?
She thought about her answer for a moment. When she had found the listing online for the little piece of heirloom jewelry, she'd recognized it immediately for what it was. The sigils on the underside of the ring were unmistakable. She knew a writ of sealing when she saw one. She looked for the words at every estate sale and second hand store she visited. Antiques looked the most mysterious anyway, but she'd always harbored the hope of finding something... special. And now she had. But just how special was it? She had no way of telling what exactly had been sealed into the ring, but she could only imagine it had been something terrible enough to warrant sealing away. That didn't stop her from imagining that imprisoned within the rather gaudy-looking piece of jewelry was a hulking demon with striking, undeniably male features. This see-through twenty-something fellow was a bit of a disappointment - he looked more like the assholes who wandered into the 7-11 after their late night college courses than anything else - but she was willing to play her part if he simply held up his end.
"A witch can tell when she has found a powerful entity," she went on, sure flattery would get her everywhere. "Taking care of the people I have in mind will undoubtedly be child's play for the likes of you."
She thought about her answer for a moment. When she had found the listing online for the little piece of heirloom jewelry, she'd recognized it immediately for what it was. The sigils on the underside of the ring were unmistakable. She knew a writ of sealing when she saw one. She looked for the words at every estate sale and second hand store she visited. Antiques looked the most mysterious anyway, but she'd always harbored the hope of finding something... special. And now she had. But just how special was it? She had no way of telling what exactly had been sealed into the ring, but she could only imagine it had been something terrible enough to warrant sealing away. That didn't stop her from imagining that imprisoned within the rather gaudy-looking piece of jewelry was a hulking demon with striking, undeniably male features. This see-through twenty-something fellow was a bit of a disappointment - he looked more like the assholes who wandered into the 7-11 after their late night college courses than anything else - but she was willing to play her part if he simply held up his end.
"A witch can tell when she has found a powerful entity," she went on, sure flattery would get her everywhere. "Taking care of the people I have in mind will undoubtedly be child's play for the likes of you."
Tugboats
Capsized Captain's Cap
She seemed to be lost in thought for a little while. Geist hoped that he wasn't going to have to return to the ring anytime soon, but if she was crazy enough that she wanted to him to "take care" of people for the price of her soul, he worried that there was something terrible about to happen to him if he wasn't going to go along with all this. Whether it was him being sealed back into the ring or some other magic mumbo-jumbo that she had found, he didn't look forward to having her disappointed in him. Perhaps, he thought, it would be best that he just help her think about just how special what she had found was.
He spotted a work ID badge hanging on a hook and spotted her name. That would be helpful to making him seem a whole lot more powerful than he actually was.
"Well, Caroline, I'll be straight with you. I don't stand to gain anything with the soul of some human. Tell me what it is you need me to do, and I will name my price." In all honesty, Geist knew his price. She was going to free him from the ring forever, and he was going to get about as far away from this insanity as he could. But this made him sound a bit more business-like, so it worked out well enough.
He spotted a work ID badge hanging on a hook and spotted her name. That would be helpful to making him seem a whole lot more powerful than he actually was.
"Well, Caroline, I'll be straight with you. I don't stand to gain anything with the soul of some human. Tell me what it is you need me to do, and I will name my price." In all honesty, Geist knew his price. She was going to free him from the ring forever, and he was going to get about as far away from this insanity as he could. But this made him sound a bit more business-like, so it worked out well enough.
eisforenigma
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"Don't."
She bit the word out, all hint of the seductive facade suddenly gone. Her mouth was contorted in a black-lipped snarl, teeth bared.
"Don't call me that," she said.
That was what they called her. All of those people who had made her life miserable. It wasn't her name. It was what they wanted her name to be, but she wasn't going to be what they wanted anymore. With this creature at her command, whatever it was, they would never influence her again.
If it didn't want her soul, that was fine. They would work something out, she was sure. Things were going to right for her, now. She could just taste it. It was about damned time, too. From here on out, things were going to be different.
"My name is Caro," she told the creature, getting to her feet so she could look it in the eyes, and show it she felt no fear.
The snarl flipped, impish white teeth lighting a cruelly beautiful smile.
"What's yours?"
She bit the word out, all hint of the seductive facade suddenly gone. Her mouth was contorted in a black-lipped snarl, teeth bared.
"Don't call me that," she said.
That was what they called her. All of those people who had made her life miserable. It wasn't her name. It was what they wanted her name to be, but she wasn't going to be what they wanted anymore. With this creature at her command, whatever it was, they would never influence her again.
If it didn't want her soul, that was fine. They would work something out, she was sure. Things were going to right for her, now. She could just taste it. It was about damned time, too. From here on out, things were going to be different.
"My name is Caro," she told the creature, getting to her feet so she could look it in the eyes, and show it she felt no fear.
The snarl flipped, impish white teeth lighting a cruelly beautiful smile.
"What's yours?"
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Tugboats
Capsized Captain's Cap
He was taken aback. She clearly had a decent number of screws loose, but this burst of anger at the use of her name seemed more than a bit crazy.
He thought a bit in response to her questions. He didn't want anyone to know who he had been when he had lived. He likely still had family alive, and finding someone with his name who died at this age wouldn't be difficult. If someone so willing to use him for revenge knew where his relatives were...
"My name died along with my body. I am a Poltergeist. Call me what you will, Caro." He met her gaze. "Tell me what it is you need, and I will name my price."
He thought a bit in response to her questions. He didn't want anyone to know who he had been when he had lived. He likely still had family alive, and finding someone with his name who died at this age wouldn't be difficult. If someone so willing to use him for revenge knew where his relatives were...
"My name died along with my body. I am a Poltergeist. Call me what you will, Caro." He met her gaze. "Tell me what it is you need, and I will name my price."
eisforenigma
Boogie woogie woogie
"Very well... Spirit," she decided. "I need your power and your skills to teach some people a lesson they will not forget."
She thought of the looks they gave her, the whispers and pointed glances and the muffled laughter. She thought of the names and the catcalls and the shouts. She remembered being dragged from her room and the door in her face and how cold the rain felt on her burning face as her mascara bled down her cheeks. All of them would know her torment, and they would know her power.
"And I know just where to start."
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Caroline was responsible for the night shift at a 7-11. It wasn't glamorous, and it barely paid the bills, but it was the only place that would hire someone with more than four piercings, a predilection for heavy makeup and a tendency to skip showers. At first she had thought that she'd found a good place for herself, until she realized that they had only hired her as a joke. She could see it whenever she walked in - they would all look up and try to hide their smiles, but she saw them. Even when she couldn't see them, she knew they were watching, thinking about how weird she looked, talking about her out back when they were on their smoke breaks. They only smoked so they could take those extra breaks and pretend to look dangerous, she knew.
She'd show them what real danger was.
She knew she should be tired, having just gotten off her shift, but the others would be there until sunrise, and she knew she had to use the night to her advantage. She took the ring and her new ally down to the corner, then, keeping out of the light of the streetlamps, stood across the intersection, watching the three boys hang out in the alley, blowing smoke and laughing. She was willing to bet they were laughing at her. They wouldn't be laughing for much longer.
"Spirit," she called. "You see them? They need to be taught a lesson."
She thought of the looks they gave her, the whispers and pointed glances and the muffled laughter. She thought of the names and the catcalls and the shouts. She remembered being dragged from her room and the door in her face and how cold the rain felt on her burning face as her mascara bled down her cheeks. All of them would know her torment, and they would know her power.
"And I know just where to start."
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Caroline was responsible for the night shift at a 7-11. It wasn't glamorous, and it barely paid the bills, but it was the only place that would hire someone with more than four piercings, a predilection for heavy makeup and a tendency to skip showers. At first she had thought that she'd found a good place for herself, until she realized that they had only hired her as a joke. She could see it whenever she walked in - they would all look up and try to hide their smiles, but she saw them. Even when she couldn't see them, she knew they were watching, thinking about how weird she looked, talking about her out back when they were on their smoke breaks. They only smoked so they could take those extra breaks and pretend to look dangerous, she knew.
She'd show them what real danger was.
She knew she should be tired, having just gotten off her shift, but the others would be there until sunrise, and she knew she had to use the night to her advantage. She took the ring and her new ally down to the corner, then, keeping out of the light of the streetlamps, stood across the intersection, watching the three boys hang out in the alley, blowing smoke and laughing. She was willing to bet they were laughing at her. They wouldn't be laughing for much longer.
"Spirit," she called. "You see them? They need to be taught a lesson."
Tugboats
Capsized Captain's Cap
Geist saw the people she was talking about. They mostly defined bark being much larger than their bite. They all had plenty of piercings, and Geist immediately recognized that this was a group he knew about. "Society doesn't understand me!" and such quotes were still fitting, and Geist knew that getting them to turn tail and run would be pretty simple. Caro had waited a day before freeing him from the ring again, but he was glad to be out.
"I don't think they'll feel so tough once I'm finished with them."
Geist sank through the pavement, and then rested underneath them, still seemingly invisible. "Good evening, gentlemen." They paused their conversation, and looked around to find him. He wasn't anywhere to be seen, and he hoped that Caro was out of sight.
"Where the hell are you?" He let out a laugh, making it seem to come from different places. Air began to move with a nonexistent wind, kicking up leaves and the like. Finally, Geist emerged, but not as the average looking guy. To their minds, he was a nightmarish ghost.
"Boo." Even though the sound itself didn't have all that much push behind it, it sent the three of them scrambling back into the alley. He advanced slowly. "What is it? A few tough guys like you shouldn't be scared of little... old... me..." With each of the last words, he seemed to expand in size, nearly doubling his size. This, however, was all in the minds of those watching and done with a simple curse that let him have some control over what they saw.
A switchblade came out, and right before the blade would have reached Geist, he stopped it with telekinesis. He snapped the blade with a flick of his wrist, and laughed as they ran, terrified from the alley, screaming about a ghost. He ended the curse and floated back to Caro.
"How about that? I doubt they'll be coming back to work."
"I don't think they'll feel so tough once I'm finished with them."
Geist sank through the pavement, and then rested underneath them, still seemingly invisible. "Good evening, gentlemen." They paused their conversation, and looked around to find him. He wasn't anywhere to be seen, and he hoped that Caro was out of sight.
"Where the hell are you?" He let out a laugh, making it seem to come from different places. Air began to move with a nonexistent wind, kicking up leaves and the like. Finally, Geist emerged, but not as the average looking guy. To their minds, he was a nightmarish ghost.
"Boo." Even though the sound itself didn't have all that much push behind it, it sent the three of them scrambling back into the alley. He advanced slowly. "What is it? A few tough guys like you shouldn't be scared of little... old... me..." With each of the last words, he seemed to expand in size, nearly doubling his size. This, however, was all in the minds of those watching and done with a simple curse that let him have some control over what they saw.
A switchblade came out, and right before the blade would have reached Geist, he stopped it with telekinesis. He snapped the blade with a flick of his wrist, and laughed as they ran, terrified from the alley, screaming about a ghost. He ended the curse and floated back to Caro.
"How about that? I doubt they'll be coming back to work."
eisforenigma
Boogie woogie woogie
It was perfect. Everything was perfect.
Instead of returning to work the next night, Caro took her new companion to all of the places she had ever felt tormented, and had him do what he had done to those boys at the 7-11. The red spirit unleashed his dark power on her employer, on the couple in her apartment who had loud sex right above her head when she was trying to sleep, on the smoke shop owners who had laughed at her when she'd asked for a more occult-themed incense stand, and on an asshole cyclist who nearly ran her over on the street one day while she was walking to the store. He'd come from almost out of nowhere, startling her out of her thoughts. It had been harder to keep them together, recently. She'd not been sleeping as often, spending her nights running around town and her days doing more and more research at the library.
Although things were perfect, she got the sense the spirit was beginning to become reluctant to follow her direct orders. When she had instructed him to push the cyclist into the path of an oncoming bus, the spirit instead simply knocked him over, putting him nowhere near the bus' path. She hadn't questioned him aloud at the time, figuring pushing someone so far was outside the realm of his current power. She knew how to make him more powerful, but she also knew the dangers of going that far.
She kept the ring close to her, worn on a chain around her neck, but she would not put it on her finger. That would give the spirit direct access to her own life force. It would make him much more powerful, even give him physical form, if her research could be believed, but with that came a price - his strength would draw from her own, and the more he used it, the more he would take from her. Some ambitious witches had lost their own lives in the pursuit of vengeance. Caro wasn't like them. She wasn't stupid. That was the reason she spent all of her days reading instead of sleeping.
There was so much to learn! Now that she'd had this incredible experience first hand, it seemed so much easier to her to distinguish the false and fabricated information from the essential truth of the tomes. From them, she gleaned new ways of focusing the power of her poltergeist. How to protect herself from any danger she might be in for associating herself with a damned soul. And other measures to make sure she got what she wanted.
His assignments thus far had been acts of petty revenge, but they were just gearing up for the main events. She had held her acts of true vengeance for last, knowing that they would be the most satisfying and, if she had her way, the most brutal. Her heart had known enough torment in the past, and she knew just the way to return the favor.
"Spirit," she called as the sun sank below the treeline. His powers were greater at night, she knew, when most humans felt fear more acutely. "Awake. It is time."
Instead of returning to work the next night, Caro took her new companion to all of the places she had ever felt tormented, and had him do what he had done to those boys at the 7-11. The red spirit unleashed his dark power on her employer, on the couple in her apartment who had loud sex right above her head when she was trying to sleep, on the smoke shop owners who had laughed at her when she'd asked for a more occult-themed incense stand, and on an asshole cyclist who nearly ran her over on the street one day while she was walking to the store. He'd come from almost out of nowhere, startling her out of her thoughts. It had been harder to keep them together, recently. She'd not been sleeping as often, spending her nights running around town and her days doing more and more research at the library.
Although things were perfect, she got the sense the spirit was beginning to become reluctant to follow her direct orders. When she had instructed him to push the cyclist into the path of an oncoming bus, the spirit instead simply knocked him over, putting him nowhere near the bus' path. She hadn't questioned him aloud at the time, figuring pushing someone so far was outside the realm of his current power. She knew how to make him more powerful, but she also knew the dangers of going that far.
She kept the ring close to her, worn on a chain around her neck, but she would not put it on her finger. That would give the spirit direct access to her own life force. It would make him much more powerful, even give him physical form, if her research could be believed, but with that came a price - his strength would draw from her own, and the more he used it, the more he would take from her. Some ambitious witches had lost their own lives in the pursuit of vengeance. Caro wasn't like them. She wasn't stupid. That was the reason she spent all of her days reading instead of sleeping.
There was so much to learn! Now that she'd had this incredible experience first hand, it seemed so much easier to her to distinguish the false and fabricated information from the essential truth of the tomes. From them, she gleaned new ways of focusing the power of her poltergeist. How to protect herself from any danger she might be in for associating herself with a damned soul. And other measures to make sure she got what she wanted.
His assignments thus far had been acts of petty revenge, but they were just gearing up for the main events. She had held her acts of true vengeance for last, knowing that they would be the most satisfying and, if she had her way, the most brutal. Her heart had known enough torment in the past, and she knew just the way to return the favor.
"Spirit," she called as the sun sank below the treeline. His powers were greater at night, she knew, when most humans felt fear more acutely. "Awake. It is time."
Tugboats
Capsized Captain's Cap
Geist had been tested by Caro, who treated him as little more than a tool. She had demanded that he throw a biker off into a bus, while he could have, he didn't see why he should have done anything so intense. Still, he had thrown the biker onto the ground, causing a relatively painful fall, but nowhere near what it would have been, had he pushed the man into a moving bus.
Geist worried that Caro would want him to kill, even if just to test him further. And so that night came when she called upon him. Something in her voice had changed, she was deadly serious about this one. There was no curiosity to her tone of voice, no remnants of her original fear. Tonight was going to be something big, and Geist knew what was going to be demanded of him. He was just going to have to figure out how to get out of it.
"I'm here. What do you need me to do?"
Geist worried that Caro would want him to kill, even if just to test him further. And so that night came when she called upon him. Something in her voice had changed, she was deadly serious about this one. There was no curiosity to her tone of voice, no remnants of her original fear. Tonight was going to be something big, and Geist knew what was going to be demanded of him. He was just going to have to figure out how to get out of it.
"I'm here. What do you need me to do?"
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