Free Billy
Again, Remia proved herself for more capable at the job than Eowyn was. Although it shamed her to rely on the girl, Eowyn was also glad that Remia was so good at her job. It meant she had to worry a bit less... At least until her spirit spoke.
“Cause for worry.” Sleipnir told Eowyn, as was received from Mime. By her spirit's tone of voice, Eowyn could tell it was the doppelganger who had contacted him. Ever since Sleipnir and Mime had shared a body, Sleipnir had been uneasy whenever Arlette's spirit was there. Eowyn asked her spirit what the exact cause was, but he could not answer.
“Construe 'it', doppelganger.” Sleipnir bounced back at Mime through it's telepathy, clearly discontent having to ask. Eowyn just hoped the two spirits would get along well enough not to cause more issues... She barely even knew what Sleipnir had against Mime.
When Eowyn returned to her post, she met up with Nathair. “There you are.” Eowyn smiled, although her nervousness still shined through. “We best keep an eye out, Mari and Mime seem to have seen a lot of unusual things.”
Before Eowyn could say anything else to Nathair, a PR person reprimanded them. What drew Eowyn's attention however, was a man trying to climb the stage. “Excuse me,” She apologised to Nathair and the PR worker, as Eowyn climbed the stage herself as quickly as she could to get between Simon and him.
“Please step down.” She said to the man in front of her, putting her feet down in an attempt to signal she would not move. However, Eowyn failed to notice there was a second man climbing the stage also.
Will 'o the Piper
“What the bloody...” Sigmund gasped. What the hell had he gotten wrapped up in now? A mirror world and a shining river, that was what. There were more of those hideous little creatures, but that was the least of his worries now... As he witnessed how his very own spirit was unleashed!
Still holding onto Charles, Sigmund slapped him across the cheek. “Wake up, look at me!” He shouted, more aware of the danger Medusa was than the creatures apparently did. “You too Eidren, this is important. Don't look Medusa in the face, unless you want to spend the rest of your life as a statue.”
This was bad, “Shit, shit, shit.” Sigmund muttered under his breath. He didn't know about Charles' or Eidren's spirits, but having Medusa free was bad news... As would quickly prove itself as Medusa recovered from the wonder and sensation of being free...
“I'm free...” Medusa delighted, half giggling like a school-girl, the other half cackling like a witch. She cracked her fingers one by one and stepped one foot after another as if she was sleepwalking, still getting used to a material form. “It's been so long...”
Medusa waltzed towards her holder, at which point Sigmund pushed Charles towards Eidren instead, “Keep away from her. Especially your spirits.” Sigmund warned, as he felt Medusa's arms slowly wrap around him from behind. Her fingers caressed his chest, as Sigmund felt Medusa's breath in his neck.
“It's been so long...” She repeated, with the same mad smile as she leaned on Sigmund's back. “So very long...” Her fingers danced from his chest to his shoulders, as Medusa pulled Sigmund closer against her.
“There's a reason for that.” Sigmund growled at his spirit, afraid to look at even her hands. Medusa, eyes and haircut aside, had all the makings of a beautiful woman. That was perhaps the most confusing... What did his spirit want? Medusa had always been predictable, but this was an utterly unexpected move on her part. As she wrapped one leg around Sigmund's, Medusa began to whisper... “It's been so long, I've been so... Jealous...”
And then Sigmund understood it. Understood what his spirit wanted... And it was all the more reason for Charles and Eidren to get back...