[Sunday] [RP] Wake Up in an Unusual Place

[pallor_m0rtis]

[Corbin needs a tag, Mod-types. As apparently I won't just have Kori here. >.> *Peer-pressure!* Haha.
Entirely for the random factor, not his storyline. Or, maybe, I'll decide after.
Blood/Gore warning for the sensitive sorts.]

It might have been a lie to say that Corbin always woke up somewhere he was familiar with; some nights he woke up with

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[hector_styles]

Hector paused his cleaning to take a moment to really look at Lacroix with his mage sight so that he could give his apprentice an accurate answer. Because Lacroix didn’t use a lot of magic yet, what stood out most to Hector now was the level at which death had affected the young man.

“Death hangs heavy on you. Someone close to you has died.” There was no way for Hector to tell just who related to Lacroix had died; while he could sense the energies of death around a person, he still was not a mind-reader.

But that wasn’t the only feeling he received from looking at Lacroix. “You give me the sensation that I am being watched.” It was a rather paranoid feeling, but considering Lacroix had mentioned that ghosts tended to bother him, this sensation didn’t surprise Hector. “I hear footsteps downstairs, and whispers out in the hall.” No one else was actually there; this was just his mage sight’s way of telling him that that other man was around ghosts from time to time.

Lacroix certainly wasn’t going to look as scary as Hector did; Lacroix didn’t kill people, he didn’t raise zombies, and he didn’t possess a level of power to command the very shadows around them. But ghosts seemed attracted to the young mage, and that had shaped his nimbus.

[lacroix_styles]

The entire conversation settled uneasy on Lacroix, he had expected something of the sort but it was still unnerving to consider that the way he looked to other people who could see beyond simple physics viewed him with such a thick air of death and loss.
He hadn't expected anything bright and cheerful, no, for all his humor and at times outlandish behavior the weight of the world he lived in had left dark spots on him that he tried to put in the past.

Knowing that they still showed as obvious as if he had been carrying around a neon sign made him feel like he was a failure at letting go of the sort of things that had plagued him. He wanted to let go, in a way Lacroix didn't feel as though he could approach his new life without that tarnished past fading away.

Lacroix's fingers tightened around the broom and he pushed the sand around with the edge of it, making little circles in the piles of grainy substance. Paranoia had clawed apart his younger years, ruined his high school days and had led him to extremes he no longer wanted to remember. If there was anything that ate away at him more than confusion it was the ever-present stress of knowing he wasn't alone even in an empty room.

"That's why I need to know how to talk to them," he trailed off and dug the tip of the broom into the sand, "I hate not knowing what they want."
That feeling that they might trouble him less if he was more receptive to understanding those spectral echoes was one of his main drives; Lacroix was weary of the shadows that sought him out.

He sighed and nodded, question answered, but the answer was bound to stick with him and dig under his skin until he could accept it.

[hector_styles]

"You already possess the ability,” Hector informed, though of course it was much easier to interact with ghosts while in Twilight. This was a bit of a difficult concept to explain, but he tried his best because he wanted Lacroix to understand. “You are merely not in the correct... state of being, shall we say, to best interact with them. Soon I will show you how to achieve that.” Hector would have to be there with Lacroix; it would have been difficult for the young mage -- and dangerous -- to attempt interacting with ghosts in Twilight alone.

But he had something that could help Lacroix in the meantime, and he wanted to give that to him now.

“Let’s pause for a while.” He wanted to usher Lacroix out so that he could finish the room himself; he figured he’d subjected Lacroix to enough horror for one day. He walked to the door, then slipped his shoes off so that he wouldn’t be dragging sand and leftover gore through the library. “I have a gift for you.”

[lacroix_styles]

"There's never a simple answer to anything, is there?" He didn't need an answer to that question, he already knew it; no wonder Hector was so stoic if he had been spending all his time learning all the weird rules to magic.
Harry Potter, clearly, was a lie.

"I'm almost afraid," Lacroix commented with a lift of his brow at Hector's sudden good will. But, damn curiosity, he couldn't resist wanting to know. Besides, he was still sticky and gross and dragging sand around the place; and that would just mean he'd have to clean up the other rooms too. "Can I take a shower first, seriously; I have eyeball slime in my hair."
And that was just unacceptable.

[hector_styles]

“That would be a wise idea,” Hector replied; he too wanted to rid his hair of the sand. He wasn’t quite as bothered by everything that had happened as Lacroix clearly was; he wanted to give the other man a break from the sight of the room, even though yes, it was less grotesque now than it had been at the start. Hector would finish cleaning the room himself later.

“I will see you later, then.” He still had something to give Lacroix, but it could wait just a little longer.