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Eliza | 23 | Farmer | Lower Level | Single dependent aph hungary for harvesttalia

[hercegnoszena-blog]

☼ Eliza’s beach look ☼

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Gilbert blinked at the soaking wet woman standing in the doorway in front of him. “You’re really making deliveries in this weather?” he asked with a small grimace of concern, taking the bag of potatoes from her. While he had to give her respect for making sure things were deliveries on top, he also thought it was rather foolish going out in that. “You’ve got guts.”

[hercegnoszena-blog]

“No one’s going to come to the farm in weather like this, delievies are all I have. And who knows how long it’s going to last?” Thankfully, that was the last item to deliever on this run, now she just had to make it back to her farm. Glancing behind her she frowned as it seemed the rain had only gotten heavier in the short time she’d been talking to Gilbert. “I should be on my way, then.”

[widerwillig-schmied-deactivated]

“I guess you do have a point there,” Gilbert answered with a shrug. All business suffered a little during a storm like this - due to not having customers and potentially having to patch up a mess caused by the storm. He could only guess how bad it got for the farmers in the area.

He was about to say goodbye to her, when there was a large, powerful gust of wind picked up, followed by the sound of the rain hitting the rough even heavier. “…Shit. How much do you have left to do?” he asked. He didn’t see her carrying any other bags or boxes, so he hoped she wouldn’t have too much more to do. A young lady like her should not be spending too much time in weather like this, after all. “’Cause if it can wait a little bit, you’re free to stay here until the rain lets up a little.”

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"Yours was the last, so I suppose I could stay." Elizaveta wasn't in any rush and he had offered. Carefully, she removed her boots and left them at the door, so not to trek mud through the house she had so kindly been invited into.

The inside of the house was much tidier than she would have expected from the interactions she'd had with Gilbert. The man seemed like a messy person, but apparently not.

"Thank you." Walking home in the current weather, simply put, would have been a nightmare.

[hercegnoszena-blog]

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((Ahhh I'm so behind I'm sorry :') I will be getting to the replies eliza owes asap!! Probably at least one or two today but if not, definitely tomorrow, Eliza should be present for the beach party B) ))

[ofhotheads-blog]

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Gilbert blinked at the soaking wet woman standing in the doorway in front of him. “You’re really making deliveries in this weather?” he asked with a small grimace of concern, taking the bag of potatoes from her. While he had to give her respect for making sure things were deliveries on top, he also thought it was rather foolish going out in that. “You’ve got guts.”

[hercegnoszena-blog]

“No one’s going to come to the farm in weather like this, delievies are all I have. And who knows how long it’s going to last?” Thankfully, that was the last item to deliever on this run, now she just had to make it back to her farm. Glancing behind her she frowned as it seemed the rain had only gotten heavier in the short time she’d been talking to Gilbert. “I should be on my way, then.”

[hercegnoszena-blog]

[he's taking a quick look around town when he spots someone /very/ familiar standing nearby and approaches her] Excuse me,do I kno--Eliza?!

Dani! [she recognises her big brother instantly and sprints over to crush him in a big bear hug] What are you doing here?

[hercegnoszena-blog]

[Laughs as he spins her just like he use to when she was little]

It’s a long story. But, if you’d like to come see where I’m living now, I could tell it on the way?

[gyogyszer]

Yes, please. I’d like to find out why the hell I haven’t heard from my baby sister for years ‘cuz I also thought you were, uh, dead. Especially since I had no idea where to find you in the first place.

[hercegnoszena-blog]

[Her eyebrows shot up and her eyes widened in shock.]

You thought I was dead? [Elizaveta had always assumed they thought she was living somewhere else, and never realised they didn’t know she was alive.] I- I had to, I’m sorry... [She was fighting hard to keep the tears that had formed from spilling down her cheeks.]

[perlenketten-blog]

“So much to do, come on!”

“What? I have my own things to worry about…!” Well, most of her belongings had been sorted out already, and nearly all of the boxes were unpacked. In fact, almost every ‘chore’ had been completed around the shop… but the other woman didn’t need to know that. “I, er, will be staying here, thank you.”

[hercegnoszena-blog]

“And miss this beautiful Spring day?” The shop looked spotless and Elizaveta didn’t believe her for a moment. However, she couldn’t force the woman to get out and make the most of the day, so she simply shrugged. “If that’s what you want.”

[perlenketten-blog]

“…Alright, fine. I’ll go with you. But I hope you realize I’m a very busy woman, so this won’t happen often.” At that point, Franziska didn’t even believe herself. Oh well. It was a nice day, after all. Maybe it wouldn’t be too awful to get out and do something. “If I may ask, where are we going, exactly?”

[hercegnoszena-blog]

The words did nothing to deter Elizaveta, she was just glad to have a companion for her outing. "The market’s on today,” she said with a grin. There was always something entertaining at the markets, and the good food was a bonus. 

[soleadosonrisa]

🎧 shuffle your playlist and use the first line of the next song as a starter

“Shadows settle in the place that you left; our minds are troubled by the emptiness.” His fingers found a way through his hair, running down it’s entirety until his hand rested against the back of his head, tangled within the strands. “But ah, I guess it can’t be helped sometimes. All we can do is try to keep our minds busy with other tasks.”

@hercegnoszena

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“Yes, the way you said that was very artistic.” She shook her head but the smile stayed in place, “I’ve never had a gift for writing my own.” Although, she had treasured the rare occasions when she had received it. “I know what I want to say, but I can’t seem to express it in a beautiful, flowery way.”

[soleadosonrisa]

“I’m sure, with practice, you’d be able to do it. Beauty is something you have to work towards, when it comes to things like poems or art but then again, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” There was a shrug, then a light hum before he paused, only to speak. “I’m not good with expressing words in a beautiful way either. To be honest, I feel like what I said came from somewhere else but I can’t remember. Maybe you shouldn’t use it after all. Can you imagine being sued for that? Dios mio. You’d have to say goodbye to all your–” What did she sell again? “Pohaytoes!” 

..Yes, that was on purpose. He was trying to be clever.

[hercegnoszena-blog]

“If you’re this encouragine with your students, they’ll go far.” The words were already making her want to attempt something she’d long given up on. Antonio seemed to have the perfect attitude for his occupation. She couldn’t help but laugh at the made up word, no one had ever tried to combine her two types of produce before. “I suppose it isn’t worth the risk, not with the pohaytoes on the line.” 

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[he's taking a quick look around town when he spots someone /very/ familiar standing nearby and approaches her] Excuse me,do I kno--Eliza?!

Dani! [she recognises her big brother instantly and sprints over to crush him in a big bear hug] What are you doing here?

[gyogyszer]

[returns the hug and spins her around because!! It’s been years since they last saw each other] [puts her down and pulls away]

I should ask you the same thing!

I haven’t seen you since the last time I went home! [ruffles her hair] And you’ve grown too! What happened? You were tiny when I first left for university!

[hercegnoszena-blog]

[Laughs as he spins her just like he use to when she was little]

It’s a long story. But, if you’d like to come see where I’m living now, I could tell it on the way?

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"Why on earth are so many living people showing up today? Nothing like this has happened before."

“How should I know?” Gilbert grunted, folding his arms. “They all look like those ghost maniacs or whatever they call themselves. Some kind of group gathering?”

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Gilbert laughed - although it sounded almost like a cackle - and shook his head. “I didn’t mean like that,” he spoke. “We have some control of the physical world, right? Wouldn’t it be a shame if, say, some old rubble gave out and crushed someone to a pulp? Then they’d really know how it feels to be like us.”

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 hercegnoszena:

“Yes, that would definitely change someone’s perspective,” she said quietly. That should do it, nothing quite like being crushed or partially crushed and dying alone to shake up your world view. Hypothetically, of course. Elizaveta wouldn’t know anything about that. “Have you done that before?”

“Have I done it?” Gilbert repeated. He tilted his head left, then right, as he tried to think about it. “Probably. Don’t doubt that I haven’t done it before. If those ‘hunters’ or whatever they’re called want to get rid of us, then it seems only fair we get rid of them.” His expression darkened as he said that.

[hercegnoszena-blog]

She gave a short nervous laugh. Maybe it was fair, but when she was alive, Elizaveta and her brother had focused more on helping ghosts who wanted to move on but couldn’t. Her caution came from others they’d encountered who considered themselves more to be ‘exterminators’ and used more ruthless tactics. In her mind she travelled back to the days spent in agnony with her leg trapped in rubble, slowly dehydrating, completely alone and terrified. Surely she hadn’t deserved that for trying to help. She had  to know if her friend had been responsible for that. “Any time recently?” 

[gyogyszer]

Could it be? She gasped as the man turned a corner and she caught sight of his face, quickly floating after him. It was Dani! She wanted to try and contact him, ask how he'd been, but she feared she could only upset him, so she held off, simply watching.

So far, Daniel has yet to actually find a malicious spirit. Most of those he’ve seen were… well… quite chipper if you were to ask him. In fact, plenty of these ghosts seem bright-eyed-and-bushy-tailed for ghosts.

Noticing a peculiar room, he entered it. There was only a chair in the middle, a broken bed, and a window with torn curtains. He stayed there for a while and as he was about to leave, he felt as if someone was watching him and held his ground.

“…who’s there?”

@hercegnoszena

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Eliza hestitated for a few moments, she should probably just leave. Her death had caused her brother enough pain, she didn’t want to add more. But, she found she could not will herself to turn away from him. In the years since her death she had dearly missed him, and perhaps it would do him good to talk to her again.

“Dani... it’s me.” She hoped he could hear her, it was always a little bit hit or miss with communicting with the dead. However, generally if a ghost did want to be heard, they could be. 

[thelabyrinthprince]

Sketch of aph Hungary

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"Why on earth are so many living people showing up today? Nothing like this has happened before."

“How should I know?” Gilbert grunted, folding his arms. “They all look like those ghost maniacs or whatever they call themselves. Some kind of group gathering?”

[widerwillig-schmied-deactivated]

“Hunters,” Gilbert repeated. Somehow, he sounded no where near as concerned about it as Elizaveta seemed to be. He leaned back against the wall - or at least appeared to - and grinned. “Think maybe it’ll be easier just maybe change their mind?”

[hercegnoszena-blog]

She shook her head, “I really don’t think so, they won’t consider us to be rational. And they often aren’t able to communicate with the dead very well to begin with.” As a hunter, she had always assumed she, a living person, knew more than the ghost, whom she’d assumed to be not in their right mind after death.

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Gilbert laughed - although it sounded almost like a cackle - and shook his head. “I didn’t mean like that,” he spoke. “We have some control of the physical world, right? Wouldn’t it be a shame if, say, some old rubble gave out and crushed someone to a pulp? Then they’d really know how it feels to be like us.”

[hercegnoszena-blog]

"Yes, that would definitely change someone's perspective," she said quietly. That should do it, nothing quite like being crushed or partially crushed and dying alone to shake up your world view. Hypothetically, of course. Elizaveta wouldn't know anything about that. "Have you done that before?"

[widerwillig-schmied-deactivated]

"Why on earth are so many living people showing up today? Nothing like this has happened before."

“How should I know?” Gilbert grunted, folding his arms. “They all look like those ghost maniacs or whatever they call themselves. Some kind of group gathering?”

[hercegnoszena-blog]

“Ghost hunters,” she breathed quietly. Elizaveta knew more than she would like to admit around other ghosts about that profession. However, she had never imagined being on this side of the interaction, nor had she imagined how scary it really was. “We should avoid them at all costs.”

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“Hunters,” Gilbert repeated. Somehow, he sounded no where near as concerned about it as Elizaveta seemed to be. He leaned back against the wall - or at least appeared to - and grinned. “Think maybe it’ll be easier just maybe change their mind?”

[hercegnoszena-blog]

She shook her head, “I really don’t think so, they won’t consider us to be rational. And they often aren’t able to communicate with the dead very well to begin with.” As a hunter, she had always assumed she, a living person, knew more than the ghost, whom she’d assumed to be not in their right mind after death.

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"Maybe, if they have a torch, we can mess with the lights and do some morse code thing. Maybe tell them something stupid like, ah.." He paused, humming in thought. "Like their refrigerator is running! I think that's what the last person said when they came around. Is that even a joke? What /is/ a refrigerator?"

Antonio’s words brought a smile to her face, even in the light of the current tense situation. “A refrigerator is something that keeps food fresh. And you almost got the joke right.” She greatly enjoyed this ghost’s company, his attempts at humour made it easy to take her mind off things. “I like the idea of messing with them, but it might be safer if we just stay away.”

[hercegnoszena-blog]

“Must have just become cheaper over time.” A game would be much more entertaining that hiding away. “Alright, sounds fun,” she offered him a bright smile, “so long as we keep our distance.” She knew all too well what these people were capable of.

[soleadosonrisa]

“Great!” He held a hand out to her, bowing as if he had just met a princess at a ball for royalty, only to lift his head to speak once more. “It’d be an honor to scare people off with you. Ah-” He straightened his posture; brows furrowed in thought. “Didn’t you say you were one of them, before?”

[hercegnoszena-blog]

She giggled at his antics, before her face fell at the mention of her past. “I was, but as you can probably imagine I didn’t understand at all what it was like for ghosts,” she sighed. “I thought I was helping, but now I’m not so sure.”

[hercegnoszena-blog]

"Maybe, if they have a torch, we can mess with the lights and do some morse code thing. Maybe tell them something stupid like, ah.." He paused, humming in thought. "Like their refrigerator is running! I think that's what the last person said when they came around. Is that even a joke? What /is/ a refrigerator?"

Antonio’s words brought a smile to her face, even in the light of the current tense situation. “A refrigerator is something that keeps food fresh. And you almost got the joke right.” She greatly enjoyed this ghost’s company, his attempts at humour made it easy to take her mind off things. “I like the idea of messing with them, but it might be safer if we just stay away.”

[hercegnoszena-blog]

She snorted at that. “I had one my whole life and I was never wealthy.” If only they could just have fun with these people. “That’s a sweet incentive, but I don’t think these people are looking to make friends, nor the sort who’d be scared easily.”

[soleadosonrisa]

“But how?! It was so expensive. Not even a months worth of working-” and thievery, “-could even buy me part of one.” Furrowing his brows, he watched her in silence until it dawned on him. He’d forgotten she died much more recently in comparison to him. “Not the sort to be scared easily, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be scared. We can make a game out of this. See what’ll spook them.”

[hercegnoszena-blog]

“Must have just become cheaper over time.” A game would be much more entertaining that hiding away. “Alright, sounds fun,” she offered him a bright smile, “so long as we keep our distance.” She knew all too well what these people were capable of.

[hercegnoszena-blog]

"Maybe, if they have a torch, we can mess with the lights and do some morse code thing. Maybe tell them something stupid like, ah.." He paused, humming in thought. "Like their refrigerator is running! I think that's what the last person said when they came around. Is that even a joke? What /is/ a refrigerator?"

Antonio’s words brought a smile to her face, even in the light of the current tense situation. “A refrigerator is something that keeps food fresh. And you almost got the joke right.” She greatly enjoyed this ghost’s company, his attempts at humour made it easy to take her mind off things. “I like the idea of messing with them, but it might be safer if we just stay away.”

[soleadosonrisa]

“Oh, those.. big things. I remember those. They were very new and very expensive when I first heard about them. Only the nobles had such things.” Back then, a refrigerator was deemed more of a luxurious item rather than a necessity that it had soon become. “Why stay away when you can mess with them? Maybe make one of their days. Scare off the other ones. Just sitting here is starting to make me very restless, señorita.”

[hercegnoszena-blog]

She snorted at that. "I had one my whole life and I was never wealthy." If only they could just have fun with these people. "That's a sweet incentive, but I don't think these people are looking to make friends, nor the sort who'd be scared easily."