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...Something like that.
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Thank you. I am not a ghost, though I also am not living. You may call me Variance.
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The static picked up again, and the voice spoke, though it was barely a whisper. It seemed anxious. What is your decision?
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There was no response.
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It did not respond, but the form dispersed, and eventually the noise and floating dots were gone.
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I cannot- The static amplified, and the voice was lost. The form grew more indistinct, and a few drops of blood splattered on the ground beneath it.
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The world itself is my prison until someone living frees me.
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If you allow me, I can go with you. I'll help with what I can. I just need to be freed from this place. I am not sure what kind of proof you are demanding.
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Yes. The form was diminishing, breaking apart into the original floating artifacts, and the voice was getting harder to make out. I am... sorry for startling you. This is difficult for me.
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The figure continued staring at her, but did not make any move to grab her again or anything else. Please, please.
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The grip finally gave out, leaving a bloody mark on the wing. No. Not again.
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The staff passed through the form, fuzzing slightly in the spots where it and the thing overlapped in her vision. The grip slowly began to weaken. Please don't leave me here.
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The grip was absurdly tight, and held fast. The form was there, looking up at Allera. Its face, which was previously hidden, was streaked with red. It appeared to be crying blood. The static became audible again, and there was a faint whisper barely recognizable as speech. Please... I'm not entirely certain, but the way I think about it now is that while the thing is projected as a weird artifact of their vision, it stays consistent for both of them.
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The wails seemed to fade away, and so did the artifacts in their vision. Suddenly, something grabbed Allera's wing(?). It felt like a hand, but it was cold as ice.
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The flame passed through the figure, doing nothing except apparently startling it. It quickly turned and began to ran after them, only to collapse to the ground and dissolve in a swarm of strange spots. As the pair continued to run, the cold began to subside, and the wailing grew quieter, though increasingly agonized.
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The spots suddenly seemed to rush away and group together, forming an image. It was a fuzzy projection of a person, clothed in black robes, head bowed, standing ahead of them. It held out its hands toward them, as if signaling for them to stop. In seemed that the wails came from that form, and they were ear-splittingly loud.
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The static wailing grew louder, and the air colder, unbearably so. Their eyes seemed to dance with strange spots. The cries sounded so pained and sorrowful.
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The static suddenly grew sharp, and strange tones could be heard in the background. It sounded like a wail, terribly sad.
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A] Help
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Without warning, the temperature in the hideout dropped drastically, not to a level that was painful but one that was very uncomfortable. The people inside heard a sound like muffled static. @Channelknight Fadran @Szeth_Pancakes
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For the longest time, I was kind of proud of the fact that I had very long-lasting friendships. All the way from 1st to 8th grade, I kept the same group of friends. I thought that we were all just so very close. But I underestimated the advantage of being in the same small school for those eight years.
Now, I'm in a new, much larger school. Most of my friends are still there, but I just... don't talk to them anymore, unless I encounter them directly. I don't seek them out, and they don't seek me out. What I thought was a tight bond was so much less than I though.
Time dismantles all.
And I feel like it was my fault, too.
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Those feelings are never fun. As a person who has been in many different schooling environments, I have had many friendships stay a while after I was finished with that school, but I’ve had just as many fade afterwards. I can tell you that it is not your fault. To my knowledge, you haven’t pushed anyone away and you haven’t been rude, all that happened was the environment changed. That’s all that happened. And with that change, everyone changed as well.
All that to say, yes change is difficult, and your feelings are valid. You will get through it. (Plus the Shard is here when you need us)
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