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A Ghost in the Garden; Open
Topic Started: Apr 12 2010, 09:57 PM (389 Views)
Liam Kilmurry
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April 3
3:36 pm

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The weather was beginning to get nicer. The sky seemed clearer, the grass was green, flowers were blooming and birds were chirping. It was one of Liam's favorite times of the year. Of course the one problem was that heat made Liam tired, or at least groggy. So now one of Liam's favorite things to do after classes were over was sleep and explore. Though it wasn't the same with most people he could do both at the same time.

Liam slumped into his dorm room and allowed his bag to fall off of his shoulder to land at the end of his bed. The young Irishmen pulled off the baseball had he had been wearing and allowed himself to fall into his bed. Sure it was a bit of overacting but there's no feeling like falling into a comfortable bed after a long day of school. He could feel his body asking for sleep but he fought the urge for several moments. Allowing himself to get his mind set right, he found if he prepared to enter spectral form before he fell asleep it made the transition much easier.

Liam allowed his body to relax and fall limp though his mind was awake. He allowed his heavy eyes to close and for a moment there was only darkness. Something began tugging on Liam's consciousness, ushering him away from his physical existence and after several pulls his mind broke free. Liam's spectral-self burst from what was his physical being. The feeling was always a uneasy relief after a long day of being bound by gravity.

The world had changed to a gray scale. That was all Liam could see through his ghost eyes, a spectral world. The ghost boy willed himself forward and he made his way into the mansion, without the resistance of walls. Liam made sure to sink through the floor before he reached another dorm room, he didn't want to invade the privacy of his fellow mutants. That was why he always went on these voyages without going invisible, so everyone knew where he was. It was easy to tell when Liam was in his spectral form however, his body and clothes were changed to a gray scale much like his vision and his body was slightly translucent.

Floating through the final wall into the glorious -though not as much in gray scale- day. The ghost boy found himself in a garden, fresh in bloom. Flowers of all shapes and sizes were forming throughout the vast garden, and several students were strolling through the plants. Liam began to float along, looking amongst the plants and people in turn. He found them both equally intriguing. Though it was more interesting to watch people when they didn't know they were being watched.

Turning his attention to the plants the spectral being outstretched his hand and reached out with his telekinesis forcing the leaves to rustle violently as he passed. Unfortunately the Irish youth wasn't watching where he was going and phased right through an innocent bystander. This hadn't effected Liam at all but he knew it caused an unnerving tingling to run through physical beings. He whirled around apologizing.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't watchin' where I was goin'. I didn't disturb ya did I?" A apologetic look formed on his gray face as he faced the person he phased through.
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If Dallas had been under the impression that the strange set-up of a school for mutants would result in less homework, he was sorely mistaken. It had been a while since he'd had to put in this level of effort. The last few months of school had been too tumultuous for him to achieve anything so he was already behind, and the curriculum here wasn't quite the same anyway, so the whole thing was a bigger mountain to climb than he'd anticipated. Not that he minded exactly. Schoolwork wasn't the most fun he could think of but it was a step up from the craziness of his life back in Oregon. Plus, these folks had rescued him from his troubles. He'd owed it to them to at least do his best in class.

To that end, he was wandering around outside in the gardens, pacing back and forth, lips moving slowly as he mumbled to himself. In his hand, he held onto a history textbook, his thumb acting as a bookmark, though he wasn't looking at the pages. Instead, his eyes were narrowed in concentration as he looked up at the sky, concentrating in thought as he attempted to memorise a series of historical dates for a test he had coming up. History wasn't his strong point and the inauguration dates of American presidents were refusing to stick in his brain.

"Calvin Coolidge... Calvin Coolidge..." Dallas tutted out his irritation, coming to a halt and lifting up the book to check the date. "1923. Right. Calvin Coolidge, 1923." Lowering the book, he went back to pacing. "Okay, Calvin Coolidge, 1923. Herbert Hoover, 1929. Franklin--"

He paused, his mutterings interrupted not by his faulty memory this time, but by the sight of a row of plants suddenly rustling back and forth all on their own. Eyebrows raising a notch, he tilted his head, trying to see if there was an animal or a little kid hiding among them. But no, there was nothing there. Oddness.

So distracted was he by the seemingly animated plants, Dallas didn't notice that there was another entity anywhere near him, until he felt the cells of his body tingle. It was a bizarre feeling, one unlike anything he'd experienced before, so strange that he couldn't even decide if it was pleasant or not. It was definitely real though, a sudden rush through his whole body that made every muscle tense up in shock. Had someone attacked him? Again? What was it about him that made people so determined to beat him up?

His worries were allayed a little when a ghostly being appeared before him, apologising for running into him. For a moment, Dallas's startled brain was confused enough that he thought the gray boy in front of him might be his shadow, taking on an even more humanoid form. But no, he could still sense his shadow as strongly as ever, behaving itself for once as it lay idly on the grass beside him. Whoever or whatever this fella in front of him was, he was nothing to do with Dallas's shadow powers.

"No, uh, it's... it's cool. Don't worry." Confusion was painted clearly on Dallas's face as he stared at the stranger. He hesitated for a few seconds more before continuing. "Um. What just happened?"
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Siryn
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“Mental scarring from the look ‘o it,” Terry snickered as she pushed off from the tree she had been half hiding behind, her book dangling limply in her hand. Homework didn’t suck any less here than it had back home in Ireland, even with a nun breathing down your neck. Despite being at the school for a good few weeks, she had not been entirely sociable to date. Julian didn’t really count. She had not wanted to get too settled into the place, only to wind up getting out of it. But…Well that lad’s materialisation through the other one had been pretty damn funny and you couldn’t mistake the accent. It was like a verbal drop of Baileys.

“But serious, what did just happen? You like Casper or something?” she asked, curious, shutting her book and hugging it to her chest. This would prove better than homework, that was for sure, and if it didn’t she could always go bug her ‘bestie’ Keller or go try and verbally kick seven bells out of Cassidy. Since she had discovered that her errant father was a member of the faculty in this place, it had only failed to sour the establishment even more to her. Stuck in a school she didn’t ask to be sent to, with the one person she never wanted to have to be in close contact with. Lord, she must have done something really bad in a previous life to earn this penance.

At least the weather was clearing up a little now, little nicer than home even. Summer would hopefully be hot, rather than a grim, dreary washout. Terry liked summer, usually as it meant no lessons, but she liked warm weather and blue skies. The Keep had always been nice in the summer, the stones cool and welcoming rather than damp and cold like in winter, with frost clinging on to the walls obstinately.

“Is that American history? Can’t be doin’ with that meself,” she held up her literature book. For all her gripes with SHIELD and the school keeping her shut in – under orders but still – and Cassidy…Terry had to grudgingly admit that her literature class wasn’t torture, well aside from homework but Christ, she was sixteen, any homework was torture. The redhead took another nosey peek. “Or is it politics? Can’t be doin’ with that either…”
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Just one good thing about the warmer weather was the animals returning. Birds flit from one tree to the next. Rabbits hopped along the trails with little care. These small animals weren't absent in the winter only less plentiful and harder to find. Though his hunting skills were tested greater when it was cold, Mittens loved to be able to chase after the birds, rabbits, and other small game without the worry of not finding them. It was spring and he was happy.

Not one to kill what he caught, the cat could not think of a better time (besides sleeping) then chasing the unsuspecting animals. When one unfortunate animal was caught he may play with it by letting go and him chasing after it again, or he would just let them leave the moment he caught it. Let the little creature relish in its freedom. When the animal couldn't take being played with and died, he would never eat it. Even in cat form he knew the mansion's kitchens were nearby. The poor creature was brought to a hiding place or left where others could find it. He was proud of his catch. The others needed to know this. They needed to learn to hunt better like him.

These afternoons were one of the few times Mittens allowed the cat to take over. When he hunted he was never in human form. He enjoyed sneaking up on animals and his fellow students. Like today for a matter of fact. He'd taken a break from his hunt to listen to the students talk around the grounds. The boy reciting the president inauguration years took his particular notice. If he hadn't been too busy basking in the sun then Mittens would have wondered whether the boy had seen the fliers offering tutoring lessons placed on bulletin boards in strategic location around the mansion. Like the library.

The abrupt stop of the presidents names and years caused the cat to look up in notice. He couldn't see the student or what was causing the leaves to rustle as they were. The only thing he gauged was it not being natural. Then an apology sounded which was followed by a confused 'don't worry.' OK, so he was right. The disturbance was not from nature. It was a student.

Immediately after the figment became noticed a red headed girl came out from behind a tree. No longer being content with just basking in the sun, Mittens, still in cat form, decided to join the trio of students. The conversation piqued his interest as well. What did the girl mean by American history and politics weren't her thing? Both subjects were very important. So, quietly he followed her voice.

The cat then sat in the grass by the trio and stared unblinkingly. He made no notion of being present. Let them figure out they were being watched by the cat.
[align=center]Goldfish vs. Mittens: mission 'distraction' accomplished.
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Undoubtably Liam had shocked the poor lad. When he normally intended to mess with a person using his phasing a simple brush to the back of the neck would send a shiver down their spine. A full on phase through the entire body could be quite disturbing. The other student told Liam not to worry about it though it was clear that he had been a bit shaken by the experiance. When asked what had just happened Liam heaved a great, ghostly shy. With a bit of focusing his figure became more clear, not so much a solid entity but one easier to see.

"Well basically I just phased right through ya. Not much else t' it really. When I pass through ya my soul kinda mixes with yours and gives ya a wee bit of a shock." Liam shrugged, it seemed more complicated when one tried to put it into words but it was simple really. The same thing happened to things run on electricty, it just had something to do with a beings personal electric emitions.

Then a voice came from off the path that brought a bit of an ache to Liam's heart. Finally someone without a goofy american accent. It was good to hear words the way they were pronounced back home. The last time Liam had heard an Irish accent was when his father dropped him off at the mansion a few weeks back. Liam turned his head to see a girl walking towards him.

No doubt about it. Judging by the fiery red hair flowing from her head and freckles that dotted her face, she was home grown Irish. Though Liam was happy to see a kins folk she was, unfortunatly, gorgeous and he felt a bit of a twing in his would be stomach. Without thinking he made himself a bit harder to see and hung his head a bit. She walked up to them, clinging a history book to her chest as she did so. The question came up asking what Liam was, 'You like Casper or something' was the exact terminology.

"I'm a mutant. Just like the two of ya." He said nodding towards them, "I left me body back in the dorm though." He added in a bit of a bad joke. After a few awkward seconds he add "I'm Liam and I'm a mutant. Not Casper." Liam casted a look to the red head to emphasise.
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Still in a state of befuddlement, Dallas was momentarily distracted by the approach of a new face, a redheaded girl with the same accent as the ghostly figure in front of him. He looked at her for a moment, trying to muster something like a friendly greeting, but he was still too thrown by whatever had just happened so he focused on what the apparition was saying instead.

"You... phased through me. Oh. Okay, well..." Well. That was a new experience. Dallas wasn't convinced he was eager to repeat it but he seemed none the worse for wear. Hesitating, he glanced down at himself and then back up at the guy. "Well, no harm done," he offered, managing to summon a smile this time. It was quickly becoming apparent to him that mutant school was batshit insane. A ghost just passed through his body. A ghost. So freaky.

The guy explained further, introducing himself as Liam and noting that he wasn't a ghost at all but a mutant who'd left his body elsewhere. That was actually pretty cool. Although when Dallas related this story to his grandpa later, he'd say Liam was a ghost. That sounded more badass. "I'm Dallas," he added, figuring that his first contact with Liam had been bizarrely intimate so the guy should at least know his name.

Feeling a little weirded out, Dallas glanced away briefly, noticing a cat nearby watching them. He met its gaze briefly but paid it no more attention than that. It was just a cat, after all. His attention was eaten up by the ghosty-mutanty guy and the hot Irish girl. Dallas's antisocial shadow slithered away from the cat, sliding over the grass and wrapping itself around Dallas's leg.

When the redhead asked about his book, he lifted it up to look at it as if he'd forgotten he even had it. "Oh, yeah, American history. I've got a test coming up so I figured I should try to get some of this stuff to stay in my brain. It's not working though," he admitted with a lopsided grin. "I hate this stuff. I'd rather be doing that," he said, nodding his head at the girl's literature book. "Well, I guess I'd rather not be doing any of it but you know how it is."

He was about to ask the lady her name when a thought popped into his head. Liam had said his soul mixed with his when he phased through him. Souls. That was some heavy shit. He glanced back at Liam, who seemed a little less distinct now for some reason, before looking down at himself, prodding a cautious finger at his own chest to confirm for himself that he was still whole. "So, you didn't, like... leave any bits of your soul in me, right?" He couldn't believe he'd just said that out loud. Batshit. Insane.
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Snorting back a laugh, an amused smirk spread across her freckled face as the ghost boy described what had happened. “Sounds like mental trauma was about right in that case,” Terry nodded. This was about the weirdest thing she’d seen happen so far at the school and really, that was saying something as there was all sorts of crazy shit in this place, this supposedly safe school. Not that she felt that her life was particularly under threat, more so her mental sanity as so far things had been pretty damn cuckoo.

The ghost was speaking with a definite Irish lilt to his voice and it wasn’t just wishful thinking. Terry sent up a small mental prayer of thanks for the little bit of relief that might come from this; she could talk to someone and not have to worry about them staring back blankly and asking her to repeat what she’d just said. That was wearing old, though she was sure that those such as Keller only did it on purpose to annoy the shit out of her.

“Liam, right, not Casper,” Terry gave an amused smile. “I’m Theresa. Terry. Been here a couple weeks but been keepin’ me head down til I was more used to things.”

Liam had said he’d left his body back in the dorms and Terry hoped for his sake that he had a kind roommate, else he’d be waking up with a face full of permanent marker, or at least he would have had he been in Terry’s dorm. Just when you thought you were getting used to thing, something else weird happened to go and turn it all upside down. To top it off, there was a weird little cat staring at them, like their pants were made out of tuna. Turning her head, she gave a cat-like hiss at it and commenced to ignore the creature and instead continued talking to the American lad.

“Oh aye, I know how it is. I know we got to do our lessons and all but I’m not American, yknow, I want to go back to Ireland one day…” When that would be, she didn’t have a clue. Was she allowed to leave America after she was graduated from here? Terry was still unsure of her position at the school, if she was just a regular student or if she was watched from a distance, restricted on the kinds of choices she’d be able to make in the future. It all made her a little uncomfortable. “This is better than some of the other subjects, though I’d rather not be doing it myself. Don’t think many people actually want to be at school when they are at school.”

She dropped her book on the ground and gave a shudder as the talk of souls came up and she fought off the instinctual urge to cross herself. Now that wasn’t just weird, that was messing with some very delicate things. “Now don’t go puttin’ your soul in mine. I have enough trouble with the priest as it is come confession, without havin’ to explain someone’s soul went through mine,” Terry took a step backwards from the ghost-like figure, holding her hand out in front of her.
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The conversation continued without including the cat. No bother for the cat's interest had already moved from the trio talking to the moving shadow. All three of the students were unknown to him personally or they would know of his ability to shift in and out of cat form. So, that meant he knew nothing of them as well.

Knowing shadows don't move on their own, Mittens crouched low to the ground. He began to stalk it. Moving slowly he thought he would be able to pounce at it and catch it. However, just as he was about to the shadow wrapped around its owner's leg. Unbelievable. A moving shadow should stay put so he could catch it! What kind of powers allowed a shadow to move? A picture of black whirling tunnels opening appeared in the cat's mind. A mental shiver trailed down his back. Never mind, he would not ask the guy's powers.

A hiss emerged from the red head. At first it startled him since he did not expect someone to hiss at him. The common 'aw, it's a kitty' was the proper response. 'Must not like cats of something,' he thought. Mittens returned a low, not so threatening hiss to her. Ignoring the guy with the moving shadow for the moment, the cat got up from the grass and walked over to the girl. Since he missed her name Mittens did not know what to call her. The shadow had been more interesting for a single moment than a pretty girl.

Too quickly the thought of greeting the girl by brushing his head against her ankle with purring in the way a cat greets their familiars evaporated at the moving-shadow boy's question to the ghost kid. Souls became the topic. He shivered again.

The shiver wasn't for the question. It was in remembrance again as it had been with the black portals that briefly linked various places to the mansion last year. There once was a teacher who his sister said she had a power that dealt with souls. Mittens couldn't believe his sister because the thought of powers effecting souls seemed preposterous. A power like that, in his opinion, was worst than a person being able to manipulate and control another's thoughts. Horrible. Then again, concerning the teacher, Anne Lee could have joked about it to scare him. That teacher was creepy and the powers he knew she had affected fears. Luckily, she left school awhile ago.

Instead of probably making the girl extremely mad, and avoiding her wrath and possibly her kicking him out of the way; he decided to shift back to his human form. Where the cat was, nearer to girl than the moving-shadow boy and the ghost (astral projection form?), a young looking kid crouched in the grass. As usual Mittens wore cargo shorts and a blue hoodie with no shoes and no socks. Just your normal cat boy.

"You dropped this," Mittens said picking up the red head's book. He held it out to her. Shifting his focus to the ghost (who he knew was a mutant) he said, "What does he mean by you leaving bits of your soul in his? Isn't that dangerous?"
[align=center]Goldfish vs. Mittens: mission 'distraction' accomplished.
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