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paixaorpg2007-09-21 09:01 pm
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Trapped [Completed]
Character(s): Betelgeuse
Content: Wandering Paixao in good old fashion ghost form after Piffany uses some duck tape healing on him.
Setting: Between Actua Are and Paixao Central Station
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None.
A long string of curses flew out from Betelgeuse's lips underneath the audible range. He was beyond furious, steadily pacing back and forth enough to wear the earth down to the point he'd be marching in a hole if it weren't for his status. Not that it made him feel any better. In the end, it only frustrated him further to know he could have avoided the entire situation with the spellcaster, Piffany, if he had skipped the fancy parade and jumped right to the chase; scare her senselessly.
His rotting teeth grit together tightly at the thought of the womans name. He found himself forced to spit out another swear as if the name produced a bad taste in his mouth as he continued pacing. She was really something, using that kind of magic on him. Using that kind of magic and have it actually reduce him to this. This, his curse. She was good.
It wasn't a usual curse per say that he was under, but it frustrated the ghost no less. It was more of a leash, placed on him in order to maintain control. He had become powerful over the years, to powerful for someones liking. Taking note of this, they decided he was no longer allowed to roam as freely. It was these actions though that seemed to make him all the more vicious.
Like so many first ghosts, his ability to be seen by the living, most anyway, was stripped away. That went for his voice as well. It was one of the well known states of the deceased, what ghosts had been known for. He hated this, being minimized to such state was so troublesome. It would be impossible to get any really scares when no one could see, hear, or feel him.
Not unless he persuaded someone to say his name three times, releasing him by returning him back to his previous status.
With his arms folded behind his back, he began to wander Paixao's streets, aimlessly in search of someone he could somehow convince to free him. He had even turned to the journals to find someone to be of use. It didn't matter who said his name, just as long as it was repeated the correct number of times.
Content: Wandering Paixao in good old fashion ghost form after Piffany uses some duck tape healing on him.
Setting: Between Actua Are and Paixao Central Station
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None.
A long string of curses flew out from Betelgeuse's lips underneath the audible range. He was beyond furious, steadily pacing back and forth enough to wear the earth down to the point he'd be marching in a hole if it weren't for his status. Not that it made him feel any better. In the end, it only frustrated him further to know he could have avoided the entire situation with the spellcaster, Piffany, if he had skipped the fancy parade and jumped right to the chase; scare her senselessly.
His rotting teeth grit together tightly at the thought of the womans name. He found himself forced to spit out another swear as if the name produced a bad taste in his mouth as he continued pacing. She was really something, using that kind of magic on him. Using that kind of magic and have it actually reduce him to this. This, his curse. She was good.
It wasn't a usual curse per say that he was under, but it frustrated the ghost no less. It was more of a leash, placed on him in order to maintain control. He had become powerful over the years, to powerful for someones liking. Taking note of this, they decided he was no longer allowed to roam as freely. It was these actions though that seemed to make him all the more vicious.
Like so many first ghosts, his ability to be seen by the living, most anyway, was stripped away. That went for his voice as well. It was one of the well known states of the deceased, what ghosts had been known for. He hated this, being minimized to such state was so troublesome. It would be impossible to get any really scares when no one could see, hear, or feel him.
Not unless he persuaded someone to say his name three times, releasing him by returning him back to his previous status.
With his arms folded behind his back, he began to wander Paixao's streets, aimlessly in search of someone he could somehow convince to free him. He had even turned to the journals to find someone to be of use. It didn't matter who said his name, just as long as it was repeated the correct number of times.