004. [Visual/Location: Osten] i held you deep in my heart for too long
There's a sudden shift as Mabel sleeps - she can feel it, even between the state of sleeping and waking. It felt like someone pushing on the walls of reality, just for a moment, and then everything feels normal. They're staring down at her from the ceiling as she opens her eyes, and for a moment all she does is stare back.
"Oh." She sits up, and stretches. "Where've you been?"
All around Taxon, something's changed. They're not on every corner, they're not lurching in the streets - instead the ghosts dwell in the corners of eyes and move between blinks. They stand behind doors and closets, waiting. They walk through walls, and climb on ceilings. Some don't seem to want to be spotted, others don't seem to realize there's anyone else there.
They're all obvious in their own way, in several levels of decay, and most definitely dead.
When Mabel clicks on the tablet, she's calm, almost cheerful, as if the arms of the dead child with the rotted face around her neck were comforting. Neither dead thing nor ghost hunter seem unhappy with the arrangement, in fact. When she talks, she reaches up to pat it, like one would a pet.
"I don't know if anybody but me noticed a thing, but there's something different about Taxon today. If you haven't noticed, trust me, there is. If anybody's noticed... um, anything different, could you let me know?"
She outright ask about the ghosts, but she's so used to being the only one who can see them.
"Oh." She sits up, and stretches. "Where've you been?"
All around Taxon, something's changed. They're not on every corner, they're not lurching in the streets - instead the ghosts dwell in the corners of eyes and move between blinks. They stand behind doors and closets, waiting. They walk through walls, and climb on ceilings. Some don't seem to want to be spotted, others don't seem to realize there's anyone else there.
They're all obvious in their own way, in several levels of decay, and most definitely dead.
When Mabel clicks on the tablet, she's calm, almost cheerful, as if the arms of the dead child with the rotted face around her neck were comforting. Neither dead thing nor ghost hunter seem unhappy with the arrangement, in fact. When she talks, she reaches up to pat it, like one would a pet.
"I don't know if anybody but me noticed a thing, but there's something different about Taxon today. If you haven't noticed, trust me, there is. If anybody's noticed... um, anything different, could you let me know?"
She outright ask about the ghosts, but she's so used to being the only one who can see them.