[ CLOSED ] Grief will have to wait.

[blackscales]

WHO: Wrathion & fellow travellers
WHEN: Travel Arc!
WHERE: Mistress Isakanami's inn.
WHAT: A multi-prompt travel arc extravaganza! Check here for planning something custom, or he has an end of Serthica network post here or an open inbox!
WARNINGS: None at opening




Wrathion is exhausted.

So much as he is pleased to leave Serthica, so much as he is relieved to have had results there the whole experience has left him drained. The concept, then, of having some reprieve before they launch into more lengthy travel is... appealing, to a point.

It does, he assumes, mean staying somewhere else -- and based on their previous accommodation this may not necessarily be... pleasant.

Although it would be nice if it was.

The journey is long, but being flown there is at least pleasant initially. Far better than hiking, a wagon, or having to ride another creature. Then the weather begins to cool further, and Wrathion senses that they will not be relaxing in a tropical climate.

Snow. Of course.

The Merchant, at least, appear to have selected somewhere with pleasant-seeming facilities. They are, naturally, housed with the staff and expected to perform some minor tasks...

Still. If this place is devoid of any major problems, it does have potential. A hot springs in the mountains brings back fond memories, of a far flung place long ago. Of a time when he was young, before he felt the bitter sting of consequence.

It is also, so far, blessedly free of hozen.

Comments

Kamala → Ghostly Mischief

[blackscales]

The ghosts indoor are a minor irritation, but they are (so far) mostly no more than that. They do, also, appear to at least not be walking around carrying their own heads.

Unlike the one in the hot spring.

Its for that reason that Wrathion has continued to work indoors, despite his scissors occasionally moving on their own, his fabric bolts unfurling themselves all over the floor and on one occasion a blanket being thrown over his head.

Irritating, but harmless at least. He can endure if this is all that happens.

The shout he hears, however, implies that he is not the only victim. Wrathion glances to check his scissors have not moved (not this time) and then carefully secures his needle and thread. He opens the screen to his room slowly, glancing out into the hallway. It is, by his estimation, somewhere in the middle of the day. Nobody should be have trouble due to curfew at this time, but the shouting as it draws closer does have a note of distress to it. Perhaps they've picked a victim who is fighting back? Or someone has taken offence? Or perhaps they've escalated from moving objects.

Something moves past that Wrathion cannot... quite make out, and then when he glances back into the hall the figure of a young girl is rapidly following. He pushes to his feet, smoothing out his loose shirt and stepping over his sewing project.

"Trouble?"

It certainly seems that way.

[cosplayqueen]

Kamala tries to be cool about the haunting. Sure, she's understandably really freaked out by being surrounded by the dead. She can have an open mind or at least try to. If she happens to be extra clingy with her stuffed sloth, well, that's just a weird coincidence. Of course one of them thinks to steal it.

Cue Kamala running like her life depends on it after a stuffed animal. To her, that's very much the case. She's had that sloth since the first day of second grade. It was with her when she met her best friend. It survived so many tough times with at the superhero's side. She can't bear to lose this piece of home. "YES!" She screams in response without bothering to stop. "THEY STOLE MY BABY!"

[blackscales]

Her baby? Surely she is too young for that... He hadn't heard a baby was travelling with them? Is she referring to something else? The way he's seen people refer to small animals?

Either way, not good. He follows her into the hallway, not quite as fast as her full speed barrel because he's seen these ghosts move smaller items before and they have a sense of humour about it. They tend to change direction last minute, dangle things, and dart around.

"Put it down," he tells the ghost, slowing as they reach the door to the kitchens. Ah. Difficult to hold a full speed chase in a kitchen. Ghostly laughter answers, and Wrathion frowns in thought, beginning to back up a little. His best guess is it will do a little circle and shoot back out, but he cannot be sure.

[cosplayqueen]

The ghost is absolutely messing with her. It changes directions on a dime and darts around. Kamala is way too upset to follow the pattern the way she might have normally. Either way, she wipes out once they get in the kitchen because she hasn't slowed down this whole time. It's a chair that gets her.

Kamala falls to the ground with a loud thud. "Ow! Come on!" She hisses as she sits up enough to grab her knee. Kamala is just barely holding back the mildest of swears if only because she still expects her mom to turn the corner and let her have it. "We get it. You're smart, I'm dumb. Just give me my pillow back!"

[blackscales]

Pillow is a significant departure from baby. Quite the relief that whatever is being zoomed about is not alive, then. He listens to the sound of ghostly laughter, one eyebrow raised, and takes another slow step back to block the doorway out.

"No, now," he offers softly, "no need to antagonise the girl. Surely you've had your fun?"

The ghost darts towards the exist and Wrathion moves to block it, to try and grab the pillow. It reverses quickly, zooming back towards Kamala with her precious plush dangling beneath.