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The First Encounter (Open to Elijah's Group)
What if it’s just a misunderstood creature? What if all it needs is a little bit of love? Maybe when you kiss it it turns into a handsome prince? You know, like Beauty and the Beast? I don’t know, I’m just throwing things out there!
That is... a nice thought, Roxy, but I don't think it's a cursed prince.
We have to find some weapons. Take a look around the room and see if there's anything we can use to fight it off.
pills for the ill (AU)
Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. Now would you please go distract yourself for a few minutes so I can have a drink?
Yes. I will distract myself. I'll follow the bees.
pills for the ill (AU)
Never been down with the whole God thing, honeybee, but I’m not knocking it. Especially not with the nuns around here. I don’t really feel like losing my shitty job.
God might be able to help you though. After all, He created all this wondrous nature in front of us. From every bird to every bee.
pills for the ill (AU)
I just have a really shitty job and a really shitty life, alright? Look there goes a bee, go follow it or something.
Do you believe in the power of prayer?
pills for the ill (AU)
Yeah, buddy, it’s great. Just great. Now make like a bee and buzz off.
You don't seem like you're very happy. Is something the matter?
pills for the ill (AU)
Yeah. We can go out. Follow me, Mr. Church.
It's beautiful outside. Don't you love the flowers? And the bees... Can you hear them?
Black Coffee
Old Zeus straightened himself as much as a man of his years could and stared Elijah hard in the face. “Not strong enough? Mr. Church, if you are not strong enough, who is? Who else is so willing to throw himself in front of the unknown for people he nevah knew just to keep them safe? Who else is as faithful to his cause?” his Mainer accent thickened as the fervor of his voice rose. He took a breath and continued, calmer, “If you need help, advice, the odd charm, I’ll do what I can, but I am too old to dig into the depths of this place and I have not yet finished my work here.”
The old man turned back to the percolator and shifted it over the flame as if that would make the coffee brew any faster. “Besides, you’re already dead, what’s the worst that could happen?” then let out a little chuckle.
"I think you're right." Elijah said. "I don't really have anything to lose. Everyone I loved is long gone so I have nothing to leave behind if there's anything worse than death to face." He nodded in response to Old Zeus' reluctance to dig too deep. "I understand. I just need to know where I should start looking if I'm going to try to beat this thing." Even if Old Zeus couldn't go with him he could still perhaps give some advice to Elijah to figure out where to start. There were many places in the Inn that were mysterious and considered off limits. One of them had to have answers.
He wondered how long Old Zeus had been working at the Fantome Inn. Did he have family or anyone wondering where he was? Elijah had to wonder. He didn't want to ask in case he brought up bad memories for the elderly man. For all he knew it could be a sore spot.
pills for the ill (AU)
Sure thing, honeybee. Just take those pills first and then we’ll go outside, m’kay?
Honeybee. I like that name. *takes the pills* All right, can we go outside now?
pills for the ill (AU)
Your friendly white coat orderly is here to give you your medication, sweets! Open your mouth and close your eyes and take your pills or I’ll punch you in the face.
I want to watch the bees. After I take my medicine, may I go outside?
The First Encounter (Open to Elijah's Group)
I think we should just stay in here. It’s not going to look for us in here, right? Right?
Wrong. That thing could easily break down the door and get to all of us. We need to come up with a plan. We need to find out what its weakness is.
Black Coffee
The two walked back along the path that lead to Old Zeus’ shed and Zeus listened while Elijah lamented the brevity of the residence lives. Inviting one of the residents over for morning coffee was not the norm for Old Zeus, but Elijah seemed a good enough sort and besides, Zeus’ shed was nearly poltergeist proof with all the warding spells and artifacts all over it.
When they got to the rickety shed, Old Zeus unlatched the door and it creaked open. Inside was just as you might imagine a garden shed to look if someone also lived in it. All against one wall was gardening equipment. The other half of the shed was crammed a cot with storage boxes underneath, a miniature “kitchen” consisting of a water basin and small hearth. Above the cot a series of photographs had been hung in a sort of loose pyramid shape. They seemed to get older as they got closer to the top and at the very top was an old photo of a young woman in a wedding dress holding an almost comically large bouquet.
Zeus waved Elijah inside and began to cook his coffee in the percolator. He began to talk again, almost out of nowhere, “Well then, perhaps you should shift your focus. Instead of saving these people, perhaps you can prevent others from suffering.” He turned to face Elijah and his eyes nearly twinkled, “Or even reverse the damage…. Perhaps you should take your fight to the source?”
"Take my fight to the source?" He echoed. "What do you mean?" For the longest time, Elijah had been fighting off evil ghosts and corrupted poltergeists. Every time they would go after the living residents, he would always be there with holy water in hand to do his best to either send the ghosts to the other side or destroy them entirely. Most recently he had to deal with demons who tricked the residents into giving up their souls. When the residents would die they would become automatically corrupted ghosts. "If you mean the Manager... I don't know if I'm ready to face whatever that is."
"I don't think I'm strong enough." He sighed. There had been many times where he'd fought and failed, and he thought that if he went after the Manager that he would just fail again. "Maybe if I had someone to help me I wouldn't have to watch so many residents get themselves into trouble over and over again?" He had noticed the wardings and sigils written over the gatehouse door and realized that Old Zeus must know something about ghosts and maybe he even knew something about the Manager.
Black Coffee
"Oh, don’t waste your time worrying over me. The older a man gets, the less his appetites. And, yes, occasionally the garden is left quite a mess or harvested far too early, but it is a forgivable offence and it doesn’t happen as often as you might think, especially if I’m prompt with delivering a basket of goodies.” He looked toward a basket of pathetic looking vegetables moldering on the opposite counter, “Unfortunately, few of the residents prefer squash over Doritos, especially the young people.” The word Doritos came out overly slow and pronounced with special disdain.
“As far as keeping them safe and sound, we are all meant to die and there is nothing that can be done about that, nor the how or when. If I were you, I wouldn’t fret over them so much.” He looked at the ghost and his hard old face softened and he smiled, “Then again, I’m not as good as you.”
Old Zeus patted the bundle in his pocket, “Care to watch me drink my morning coffee, Mr. Church?”
"I'm surprised they'd pass up anything with how hungry they seem to be all the time. Although they're often too busy fighting with each other over scraps of meat to bother looking here in the kitchen for an easy meal." As he spoke he couldn't help but sigh at the state of the residents in the inn. They were always going after each other, they'd rather turn on one another than help one another. With so many of them dying recently and nothing he could do to help them, he found himself feeling like he'd failed them.
"I realize that there's a time and place for someone to die, but I can't stand idly by and watch them get themselves killed." He said. "I want them to escape this place someday, not waste away." He scratched the permanent stubble on his cheeks. "I know it's too late for me to get out of here but I still want them to." He smiled again at Old Zeus' invitation. "I wouldn't mind joining you at all. Maybe you can tell me more of what you know about this place?" He asked.
Black Coffee
Zeus’ moist old orbs lit up for a moment before he caught himself and returned his face to its usual state of appropriate grumpiness. He took out a dingy handkerchief and laid it on the counter then took up the coffee and shook out just enough for a few pots.
"You’re a good man, Mr. Church," he sighed as he bundled up the hanky and looked at the ghost. Old Zeus wasn’t exactly the trusting type, but there was something about this ghost that gave him a little hope for both the living and the dead.
"I’d plant a few coffea plants out in the vegetable garden, but I haven’t been able to get ahold of any plantable beans, besides I’m not sure how they’d fair in our weather."
"Yes, the vegetable garden. I hope the residents haven't ruined it too much for you. I know they've been gathering food from there occasionally and sometimes they're not very careful to step around the plants." He shook his head. "They don't seem to understand that if they want a renewable resource of food, they have to take better care of it." He finished putting the rest of the food in the cabinets. "How have you been doing for food?" He asked. He felt the need to make sure that no one was starving. Especially someone who so dutifully took care of the grounds of the inn.
"I'm concerned though for more than just the lack of food. There are monsters here." He said. "That entity who calls itself the Manager... it keeps sending things that I'm afraid are going to tear the residents apart." He leaned against the counter and sighed heavily. "A lot of them, especially the newer ones, they aren't strong enough to face these things. I don't know how I'm going to protect them. I've failed so many times."
Corruption
Pressed up against a hedge wall and frightened out of his mind was Danny McQueen. One second he had been running through the hallways, which had strangely started to loop, and the next second he was out in the maze. He heard Elijah’s voice in the distance. There was no way he was going to go to him, even if he did promise they would talk about it. He was obviously just bluffing, trying to lure Danny out so that he could send him to oblivion. Danny knew better than to fall for that. He took off down one of lengths of the maze and kept running until he ran into something. He fell backwards onto the ground, transforming briefly into his transparent ghostly form. He was dazed but soon came to realize it was in fact Elijah whom he had run into and that he was now in grave danger.
"Oh, Elijah," Danny whined. "Please don’t send me to oblivion. I didn’t mean to kill Mandy. She was very dear to me, I never would have hurt her on purpose! Oh, but you don’t care about that, do you? My intent means nothing. You’re afraid that I’ll kill someone else because it’s out of my control, right? Well… how about we make a deal? I’ll stay out here in the hedge maze with the rest of the monsters and corrupted spirits." He hoped that Elijah would except this bargain. Even if it did mean that Danny had to stay in the labyrinth of hedge for possibly forever, it was still a better alternative then being sent to oblivion. "Please… Elijah, I’m begging you. I’ll stay here. I promise."
Elijah stared Danny down and tossed his ritual blade between his hands. "Danny... if you stay out here it may be even worse for you than any hell or oblivion." He said. "There are monsters here who would torture you and tear you apart every day. I can feel the suffering of the other corrupted spirits who have lost their minds completely. You might lose your mind completely too." There didn't seem to be an easy way out of this situation for Danny, at least not one that Elijah could think of. "But all right. Maybe someday I'll figure out how to cure you of your corruption, if you're not too far gone. The most I can do right now would be probably too painful for you to endure and there's no guarantee that it would last either."
He pulled out a flask of holy water from his pocket. "But if you want to try to keep yourself sane, try drinking from this on a regular basis. It'll burn you from the inside out and it will be extremely painful, but it might help you keep the corruption from taking over your mind completely." He gave the flask to Danny and stepped back. He felt a chill in the air as he looked at the other ghost. Something was coming. "I have to get out of here now. They sense my holiness and they want to rip me to shreds. Goodbye, Daniel. I wish you the best, but if you ever set foot in the Fantome Inn, I'm going to destroy you." His eyes were very serious and his brow furrowed. He nodded to Danny and then he vanished into the air.
I'll finish up the rest of my replies after dinner!
The First Encounter (Open to Elijah's Group)
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Run!
Come on, my apartment is just this way!
Corruption
Danny was flung backwards by the force of Elijah hitting him. Trembling, he touched his face and wiped away the black goo that served as ghost blood. Elijah was yelling at him furiously now, but he could only stare in disbelief of what just happened. Sure, Mandy’s body was on the floor next to them, sure it was clear that he was the one who killed her, but it all failed to register in his mind. “Elijah please, we’ve got to help her, please,” he begged. It was far too late already, but he wished he could do something. “Help her…” He crawled across the floor over to her cold and lifeless form and pressed his head against her chest to listen for a heartbeat. There was nothing. “No, Mandy,” he whispered, finally beginning to process things. “I’m so sorry…”
He caught sight of Elijah’s ritual blade and just barely started paying attention in time to hear him say he was going to send Danny to oblivion. One part of him thought he deserved such a fate, the other part told him to run for his afterlife. He chose the latter option, his survival instincts kicking in again and telling him to get out of there and fast. He vanished in a cloud of fog and reappeared at the end of the hallway. But how long could he keep running before Elijah found him again? “Fuck, fuck,” he said to himself. “I killed Mandy. I killed poor Mandy.” With that, he took off into the corridors of the Fantome Inn.
Elijah was about to strike with his blade when Danny disappeared into the thin air. He turned to see Danny at the end of the hallway and he took off after him. "Daniel, stop this right now!" He yelled. "This will hurt you more if you try to run!" Before he could catch him, the poltergeist had taken off again. He kept running until something strange caught his eye. He slowed down. The hallways were all becoming alike and he thought he'd passed the same door several times. "Danny?" He called. "Where are you?" He took an uneasy step forward and found himself in a completely different place. He was out in the hedge maze.
"Daniel?" He yelled. He looked around. It was silent but he felt uneasy in this place. He knew there were monsters lurking around and more corrupted ghosts. He knew that if they got a hold of him they could easily corrupt him too. Is this where Danny had run to? He knew he had to find the demonic poltergeist before he did any more damage to the living residents of the inn. "Danny!" He called. "Please, it's dangerous in here, for both of us. Let's go back into the inn, we'll talk this over." He turned around as he heard something run behind him. He cautiously took a few steps forward and gripped his blade tightly.
