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[islandnation]

[Iceland is in some room in some house. Perhaps the mansion, perhaps a hotel room.

He screeched when he saw and heard the ghost, and so when the SCF dropped and hit the floor, the second half of his shout could be heard, and a close-up of the wood floor could be seen. Iceland's shadow was vaguely visible on the floor in the dim light.]

"Wh..What?

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[vimyridge]

[It probably doesn't help that he's using voice only instead of video but sometimes he forgets to hit the 'video' option.]

Iceland? Is everything okay? [He sounded quite concerned.]

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[islandnation]

[Iceland hadn't realized two things; that his encounter was being recorded and that 'she' was a ghost, and not an actual person. Poor kid didn't realize it was part of the curse yet. ]

Canada? Um... I'm fine, some lady just came and yelled at me, is all...

[He wasn't about to tell Canada he was actually that bothered by it, but he could probably hear it in his voice anyway.]

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[vimyridge]

Where are you, Iceland? [He might have had a clue as to what was going on but then again, after having America decide to shoot at a ghost, it was his default answer to everything for the rest of the week.]

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[islandnation]

I'm in the extra room I was staying in.. third floor of this place. [Not that that was very specific.]

...P-perhaps I'm overtired or something. [He didn't mean to be making trouble for anyone, it did seem completely real, but now that he thought about it...

And Canada had already been so kind to him already, he didn't want to bother the man with something so... childish.]

voice;

[vimyridge]

Give me a few minutes please. [He'd check the mansion first. And if not there, then systematically check all the buildings with a third floor if he had to. It might take him a while, but he'd do it.]

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[islandnation]

Alright. [He didn't realize he'd been too vague; he was a bit shaken at the moment. Canada would find him soon though, as he was still in the mansion.

Canada would find Iceland in a suit and festive tie, wearing a mask reminiscent of Björk, sitting against the wall with his knees pulled up, holding the SFC.]

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[vimyridge]

[It was a good thing he decided to check the mansion first or else he would have been looking for a bit. After checking a few rooms, he finally found him.

Sitting down beside him, he put an arm around his shoulders.]

Is everything okay?

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[islandnation]

[Iceland looks up to see him come in and sit down, but still jumps a bit at the contact. Just a bit distracted.]

Mm.. I-I think. I think she... I think the person I saw might have been a hallucination of some sort. But she seemed completely real. [He sighs.] I don't understand this at all.

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[vimyridge]

People have been seeing things all over. Al even went as far as to shoot at a ghost. But then again, his idea of how things work isn't always necessarily the brightest. [Smiling reassuring, he gave his shoulders a bit of a squeeze.]

It's... something about this place. I don't get it either. I do try my best to just... block it out but that isn't always successful.

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[islandnation]

...So this is part of the curse, after all. [It makes him feel a bit better that it's not him, it's Vatheon. Admittedly, Al's solution did make him chuckle a bit.]

And sorry to... bother you with it. [He vaguely sees off-white linen in the corner of his eyes. He blinks, trying to ignore her presence. He didn't need to be yelled at again.]

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[vimyridge]

It looks like it. I'm just... glad that they're not real, y'know?

[Smiling lightly, he shrugged his shoulders just a tiny bit.] It's nothing at all, so don't worry. If you'd like, I can stay for a while.

[It's not like he has anything too pressing to do, anyway.]

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[islandnation]

That would be worse.

[More of the skirt. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes.]

..I-If it's not any trouble. [He doesn't like asking for any help or comfort. Even if he technically wasn't asking.]

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[vimyridge]

It would be. And yet... it'd be a bit more reassuring. Ghosts... are a fickle thing. They're like a whisper and tend to lurk just outside the field of vision. At least things that are real can be touched and you know for sure that they're there.

[Tightening his arm around him, he pulled him a bit closer.]

It wouldn't be too much trouble at all. I did ask, after all.

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[islandnation]

You're right. They're one the more difficult... beings to deal with for that reason. [He did grow up with Norway after all.]

[Iceland didn't know what to say, and awkwardly let himself be comforted by Canada.

Because there was physical contact between them, they could both see the ghost; a starving, dirt-covered peasant woman, staring with wide, hopeless eyes.]

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[vimyridge]

Just let me know if I make you uncomfortable or anything. [He spoke lightly, just giving him a gentle reminder as sometimes it was nice to be reassured of such a thing.

He felt... so bad. The ghost was nearly the epitome of heartbreaking. It was an image that could be easily understood despite the differences in years as he was pretty sure that she was from a difficult period of time.]

...I can see her, too.

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[islandnation]

A-Alright.

...You can? [It was weird, but somehow the fact that he could see the ghost was more comforting than anything.

She came forwards, walking stiffly, speaking with what sounded like a heavy Icelandic accent. "Help us... there has to be something..you can do..."

He closes his eyes.] We've all seen this at one point or another, I think.