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[spirit_whispers]

I'm afraid I'll have to postpone any sewing endeavors until the weather becomes more predictable. These little quakes are rather good at surprising me, I'd have gotten myself with a needle a few times already if not for my thimble. My apologies, Grell.

I wonder what they're up to now... Though knowing them it's going to be riddled language until we

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[thebloodyjuliet]

There isn't much one can do when the earth is shaking beneath her feet. Unfortunate as this is, I understand.

A shame, though. I was looking forward to seeing your handiwork.

[thebloodyjuliet]

Oh? And why was that?

[spirit_whispers]

... my friend died. There was nothing I could do for him.

[thebloodyjuliet]

The curse of living with such a job.

[spirit_whispers]

Only I was under contract, he didn't have to go with me. I wish he hadn't.

In any case, I'm just glad nobody here thinks I'm losing my mind. Being able to see ghosts isn't exactly common in small town New England.

[thebloodyjuliet]

Anyone who touches death is such a way is cursed, love, not just you.

Honestly, in this place? If you didn't see something, you'd be considered the freak.

[spirit_whispers]

Yes, it seems to enjoy following me.

I understand my ability is mere child's play here. I'm rather envious of some of the other residents.

[thebloodyjuliet]

Nfu, that's one way to put it.

Oh? Like who?

[spirit_whispers]

Those whose abilities allow them some type of defense. Or offense, as the case may be.

[thebloodyjuliet]

That makes sense. This place can be riddled with dangers, don't you think?

[spirit_whispers]

More than I initially expected, at least.

[thebloodyjuliet]

And it seems it's only getting worse from here on out.

I'm so looking forward to this.