the fifth loophole
[Boy, last night was a really cool meteor shower, wasn't it? Not that the man in black really cared much- he had seen several meteor showers back on the island, and so yesterday's event was something not worth his time and interest.]
[Right now he's going around the castle grounds in smoke form, flitting to and fro throughout the underbrush. People nearby can catch glimpses of black smoke and the strange sounds of the smoke monster. He's bored. Incredibly bored. And suddenly, he spots something.]
[The duck pond.]
[Sometime later, people walking out near the grounds might spot a man dressed in black examining something red and brown in his arms while sitting by the duck pond. As you come closer, you may realize that he's picking off the feathers one by one off a rather dead duck. It doesn't look harmed at all, surprisingly. No wounds or cuts or anything.]
[He has his journal open next to him, and he speaks, still engaged in his task.]
It's been a while since I asked you people anything. So, here's another question to keep your busy.
[A pause.] If you suddenly saw somebody that you loved that had died a while ago one day, what would you do? Would you think that it was an illusion? A ghost? A mere hallucination of your already tormented mind?
For, it's not every day you can see the dead. But what if you could...?
[ooc: Feel free to run into him in his smoke form or wonder why the heck he's plucking a duck. Or just reply to his question. All up to you. :)]
[Right now he's going around the castle grounds in smoke form, flitting to and fro throughout the underbrush. People nearby can catch glimpses of black smoke and the strange sounds of the smoke monster. He's bored. Incredibly bored. And suddenly, he spots something.]
[The duck pond.]
[Sometime later, people walking out near the grounds might spot a man dressed in black examining something red and brown in his arms while sitting by the duck pond. As you come closer, you may realize that he's picking off the feathers one by one off a rather dead duck. It doesn't look harmed at all, surprisingly. No wounds or cuts or anything.]
[He has his journal open next to him, and he speaks, still engaged in his task.]
It's been a while since I asked you people anything. So, here's another question to keep your busy.
[A pause.] If you suddenly saw somebody that you loved that had died a while ago one day, what would you do? Would you think that it was an illusion? A ghost? A mere hallucination of your already tormented mind?
For, it's not every day you can see the dead. But what if you could...?
[ooc: Feel free to run into him in his smoke form or wonder why the heck he's plucking a duck. Or just reply to his question. All up to you. :)]