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If you go in practically any direction from where I am now you get closer to Australia, life is so weird sometimes
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I am crazy busy at the moment! I am in the process of moving to another country so my life is super busy right now. Tonight is actually my last night at my job and then I'm officially unemployed eeeeep!!
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Emmaline was considering a second delicious donut by the time Miss Baker, Cat, finished recounting her tale. Catherine Baker; a name from her own lips. Names were not necessary for someone of Emma’s particular talents but they did make life significantly easier. The bundle of thoughts and emotion that referred to itself as Catherine Baker was a much better target for a magical working than ‘that woman with the blond hair’. She had heard that some soldiers came to identify with their serial numbers to such a degree that you could just use the number. The mathematician in her thrilled to that idea for a moment and then she pushed the thought away as an idle one.
As Cat spoke she had made notes in a small neat notepad with PHI monographed on the top. The possibility that Robert wasn’t recording this was so slight that she didn’t bother trying to take down particular details, rather she focused on impressions. In neat german she wrote: Irish, Sensitive, Local, Recent Death, Unaware.
For obvious reasons, a lot of people of Celtic ancestry possessed minor magical ability, even those several generations removed from their homeland. The girl was clearly a sensitive to the spirit world. Many people got the occasional glimpse of a shade in the first few weeks after a death, a familiar face in the crowd, the expectation of seeing the deceased but they erroneously put it down to the effects of grief. Some people like Cat took the talent a little further.
A haunting shouldn’t just vanish, particularly not a sibling. Blood relationships and shared experiences made familial hauntings particularly strong. Even with a relatively meager talent, a shade shouldn't’ just vanish overnight, and certainly not in mid speech with a queasy wash of energy. It is the kind of thing that ought to slowly fade over time as the spirit drifted further from this plane and towards wherever it was spirits went. What sort of working might banish a spirit? An exorcism of some sort? It seemed hard to credit that an elaborate ritual had taken place nearby without Cat noticing it. Emma clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
Looking up from her notes she noticed they were looking at her. A sudden rush of embarrassment hit her, she hoped the woman didn’t think skeptically dismissing her. She cleared her throat.
“We don't think you are crazy frau… err Miss Baker, far from it,” Emma began soothingly. Sol nodded to her in the corner of her eye encouraging her to continue.
“At PHI we keep an open mind and we accept the fact that our clients know themselves better than we can hope to. If you say it is so, then we shall proceed under the assumption that it is. Many of us have seen strange things and we have an appreciation of the strange that many others lack. You made the right decision in coming to us.” Sol nodded his approval.
Cat seemed to relax, clearly she had been worried that they would laugh at her story. It took courage to come forward with something like this and Cat evidently had that.
“After we are done here Miss Baker, I’d like you to cast your mind back to the day your sister’s spirit vanished. Odd coincidences, strange tastes that sort of thing, anything that struck you as unusual but not important. It may prove helpful to us.” Emma put on her collegiate smile and turned her head to indicate that she didn’t have any further questions at this time. Her eyes cut to the box of nearly finished donuts as she waited for attention to pass to the next staff member.
As Cat spoke she had made notes in a small neat notepad with PHI monographed on the top. The possibility that Robert wasn’t recording this was so slight that she didn’t bother trying to take down particular details, rather she focused on impressions. In neat german she wrote: Irish, Sensitive, Local, Recent Death, Unaware.
For obvious reasons, a lot of people of Celtic ancestry possessed minor magical ability, even those several generations removed from their homeland. The girl was clearly a sensitive to the spirit world. Many people got the occasional glimpse of a shade in the first few weeks after a death, a familiar face in the crowd, the expectation of seeing the deceased but they erroneously put it down to the effects of grief. Some people like Cat took the talent a little further.
A haunting shouldn’t just vanish, particularly not a sibling. Blood relationships and shared experiences made familial hauntings particularly strong. Even with a relatively meager talent, a shade shouldn't’ just vanish overnight, and certainly not in mid speech with a queasy wash of energy. It is the kind of thing that ought to slowly fade over time as the spirit drifted further from this plane and towards wherever it was spirits went. What sort of working might banish a spirit? An exorcism of some sort? It seemed hard to credit that an elaborate ritual had taken place nearby without Cat noticing it. Emma clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
Looking up from her notes she noticed they were looking at her. A sudden rush of embarrassment hit her, she hoped the woman didn’t think skeptically dismissing her. She cleared her throat.
“We don't think you are crazy frau… err Miss Baker, far from it,” Emma began soothingly. Sol nodded to her in the corner of her eye encouraging her to continue.
“At PHI we keep an open mind and we accept the fact that our clients know themselves better than we can hope to. If you say it is so, then we shall proceed under the assumption that it is. Many of us have seen strange things and we have an appreciation of the strange that many others lack. You made the right decision in coming to us.” Sol nodded his approval.
Cat seemed to relax, clearly she had been worried that they would laugh at her story. It took courage to come forward with something like this and Cat evidently had that.
“After we are done here Miss Baker, I’d like you to cast your mind back to the day your sister’s spirit vanished. Odd coincidences, strange tastes that sort of thing, anything that struck you as unusual but not important. It may prove helpful to us.” Emma put on her collegiate smile and turned her head to indicate that she didn’t have any further questions at this time. Her eyes cut to the box of nearly finished donuts as she waited for attention to pass to the next staff member.
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Myrinda kept her face strictly neutral. She had been reprimanded in the past for rolling her eyes at her superiors and she didn't care to be put on KP when she got back from this mission. Assuming of course, but then veterans always assumed they would make it back. Out of fellow feeling she winked at the newbie, they were close enough to equal rank that she felt comfortable with the gesture. It was a little bit of a misnomer to call them green. Simulations at the academy were pretty advanced, not quite the real thing of course but close. In a way she figured it was better. Soldiers got used to war as a game, troops were pieces that got moved around. Don't think of laying on the ground with your intestines blown open, just do your job, win the game.
She checked her chrono, time to button up. She pulled on her helmet and sealed it, exchanging her peripheral vison for protection, communications and optics. She started running a comms check on the squad, making sure everyone was miked up.
"Bravo two one," she spoke keying the comm net to the squad, "commo check."
She checked her chrono, time to button up. She pulled on her helmet and sealed it, exchanging her peripheral vison for protection, communications and optics. She started running a comms check on the squad, making sure everyone was miked up.
"Bravo two one," she spoke keying the comm net to the squad, "commo check."
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Yes, Im chomping at the bit to get going!
“Might be kind of bad for morale,” Myrinda interjected dryly. She sat in a relaxed slump with the harnesses securing her to the bulkhead. Her helmet sat on the jumpseat next to her allowing her to run her fingers through her short red hair. Cool air was to be savored, in a few minutes she would be sealed in a suit on a planet who’s natives would happily vacation in hell for a chance to cool off.
She was calm, as she always was in such situations. It wasn’t that she wasn’t scared. She was plenty scared, but demolitions training instilled an almost automatic sense of calm. Her stomach might turn flips but her hands wouldn’t shake. It was an open question as to whether or not Blues considered her a greenie. She was new to the outfit sure, but she had seen action before. Her eyes drifted to Winoda, the farm boy was the only true greenie here at the moment, testament to rebel snipers and this being the command shuttle. There was no question as to whether the bossman considered her green. In the clones eyes, she supposed everyone was. The Sith knew what he thought of women in uniform.
The chrono clicked down another instrument and she checked her gear reflexively. A few more minutes and she would have to seal her helmet.
She was calm, as she always was in such situations. It wasn’t that she wasn’t scared. She was plenty scared, but demolitions training instilled an almost automatic sense of calm. Her stomach might turn flips but her hands wouldn’t shake. It was an open question as to whether or not Blues considered her a greenie. She was new to the outfit sure, but she had seen action before. Her eyes drifted to Winoda, the farm boy was the only true greenie here at the moment, testament to rebel snipers and this being the command shuttle. There was no question as to whether the bossman considered her green. In the clones eyes, she supposed everyone was. The Sith knew what he thought of women in uniform.
The chrono clicked down another instrument and she checked her gear reflexively. A few more minutes and she would have to seal her helmet.
Ive done the 80 hr work week thing before, you have my sympathies.
Yay! I was starting to get a little worried!
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