In Hell I'll be Good Company

RP blog for Maudlin Graves, a Moros Mage of the Adamantine Arrow. Faceclain is Danny Kenyon.

[monsieurcouture]

[maryamelesawe]

Dolce and Gabbana Fall 2015 Menswear

[sarahvonkrolock]

Vest appreciate post.

[we-are-ninja]

@we-are-threadmage

[whitechapelwitch]

[the-ticktock-girl]

"Abi, y'here?" Maud calls, having come back to the shop from running his errands. "I have a little somethin' I think y'd'like." He takes off his hat and jacket, placing them on the stand near the front of the shop, and proceeds to take his bags to the counter.

Abigail has been quietly fiddling and fixing things around the shop while Book’s is closed, mostly to occupy her time and feel useful. She’s at the counter now with a flute that’s seen better days in her hands, examining it for broken or missing parts.

“Good morning, Maud. You missed the cutest teenage girl coming in for sheet music for piano that would challenge her. I think I found something up her alley, though.”

[maudlingraves]

“Aw, I’m sure y’picked something lovely out for her.” He gives Abi a warm smile as he places one bag on the counter and moves the other one - full of groceries - into the kitchen, reappearing not a minute later to move to Abi’s side. “Here.” He grins, revealing something in his hands- a bronze brooch fashioned to look like several intertwining gears. “I got’cha this at the market.”

[the-ticktock-girl]

“This is lovely.” Her smile lights up, and she immediately pins it to the front of her blouse. “Steampunk, I believe they call the style, no?”

[maudlingraves]

“I believe so! Though I don’t know much about it other than the cos-players I saw wearin’ weird an’ wonderful gear at the shop I found this’n.” He grins, placing a hand on her shoulder. “So, how was y’mornin’?”

[the-ticktock-girl]

“Quiet, but nice. I got a lot done around the shop, and spent some time worrying over William and his shop.” She leans into the touch easily, relaxing almost to the point of melting against him.

[maudlingraves]

“He’s doin’ alright, after what happened? I... wish I could’ve helped, I think I should visit him soon... maybe bring him something.” Maud furrows his brows before chuckling to himself, and proceeds to take Abi into a hug. “Is he one for ‘get well soon’ cards?” He asks, almost jokingly.

[the-ticktock-girl]

"Abi, y'here?" Maud calls, having come back to the shop from running his errands. "I have a little somethin' I think y'd'like." He takes off his hat and jacket, placing them on the stand near the front of the shop, and proceeds to take his bags to the counter.

Abigail has been quietly fiddling and fixing things around the shop while Book’s is closed, mostly to occupy her time and feel useful. She’s at the counter now with a flute that’s seen better days in her hands, examining it for broken or missing parts.

“Good morning, Maud. You missed the cutest teenage girl coming in for sheet music for piano that would challenge her. I think I found something up her alley, though.”

[maudlingraves]

“Aw, I’m sure y’picked something lovely out for her.” He gives Abi a warm smile as he places one bag on the counter and moves the other one - full of groceries - into the kitchen, reappearing not a minute later to move to Abi’s side. “Here.” He grins, revealing something in his hands- a bronze brooch fashioned to look like several intertwining gears. “I got’cha this at the market.”

[the-ticktock-girl]

“This is lovely.” Her smile lights up, and she immediately pins it to the front of her blouse. “Steampunk, I believe they call the style, no?”

[maudlingraves]

“I believe so! Though I don’t know much about it other than the cos-players I saw wearin’ weird an’ wonderful gear at the shop I found this’n.” He grins, placing a hand on her shoulder. “So, how was y’mornin’?”

[the-ticktock-girl]

"Abi, y'here?" Maud calls, having come back to the shop from running his errands. "I have a little somethin' I think y'd'like." He takes off his hat and jacket, placing them on the stand near the front of the shop, and proceeds to take his bags to the counter.

Abigail has been quietly fiddling and fixing things around the shop while Book’s is closed, mostly to occupy her time and feel useful. She’s at the counter now with a flute that’s seen better days in her hands, examining it for broken or missing parts.

“Good morning, Maud. You missed the cutest teenage girl coming in for sheet music for piano that would challenge her. I think I found something up her alley, though.”

[maudlingraves]

“Aw, I’m sure y’picked something lovely out for her.” He gives Abi a warm smile as he places one bag on the counter and moves the other one - full of groceries - into the kitchen, reappearing not a minute later to move to Abi’s side. “Here.” He grins, revealing something in his hands- a bronze brooch fashioned to look like several intertwining gears. “I got’cha this at the market.”

[narikkaphoto-deactivated2021082]

“Acta est fabula, plaudite!”

[jack-inthe-green]

A text, from Maud: [Heyya Jack. If youre free do you wanna meet at the WT?]

sounds good. see you in fifteen.

And lo, about thirteen minutes later, Jack ambles into the bar part of the barcade, ordering himself an iced tea.

[maudlingraves]

“Don’t worry, some o’them are kept electronically, I’m not that much o’a technophobe.” He grins. “I keep a spreadsheet ‘nd such usin’ the Office app on my phone. Though it would be pretty Moros t’have everythin’ written down in a dusty tome or somethin’ like that.”

[jack-inthe-green]

“I’d have thought that the phone would be harder.” Jack laughs warmly.

[maudlingraves]

“I suppose, but I got one o’these first.” He holds up his phone, a mid-range touchscreen one that’s immaculately clean and well put together, it’s obvious Maud had a hand in modifying it in someway. “You just need t’know which symbols t’tap, computers add the nonsense o’keyboards ‘nd mice. Plus I find these small devices easier t’use with magic.”

[jack-inthe-green]

Jack looks thoughtful. “How would you feel about a tablet, maybe? Or a computer with a touch screen? I know a Libertine who can put together something pretty foolproof.”

[maudlingraves]

"They're one o'those flippy ones, right? Havin' a bigger screen would be great! I'd love t'see what'cha Libertine friend can do, I'd definitely be interested." He beams, moving in his seat slightly.

[jack-inthe-green]

A text, from Maud: [Heyya Jack. If youre free do you wanna meet at the WT?]

sounds good. see you in fifteen.

And lo, about thirteen minutes later, Jack ambles into the bar part of the barcade, ordering himself an iced tea.

[maudlingraves]

“Don’t worry, some o’them are kept electronically, I’m not that much o’a technophobe.” He grins. “I keep a spreadsheet ‘nd such usin’ the Office app on my phone. Though it would be pretty Moros t’have everythin’ written down in a dusty tome or somethin’ like that.”

[jack-inthe-green]

“I’d have thought that the phone would be harder.” Jack laughs warmly.

[maudlingraves]

“I suppose, but I got one o’these first.” He holds up his phone, a mid-range touchscreen one that’s immaculately clean and well put together, it’s obvious Maud had a hand in modifying it in someway. “You just need t’know which symbols t’tap, computers add the nonsense o’keyboards ‘nd mice. Plus I find these small devices easier t’use with magic.”

[jack-inthe-green]

A text, from Maud: [Heyya Jack. If youre free do you wanna meet at the WT?]

sounds good. see you in fifteen.

And lo, about thirteen minutes later, Jack ambles into the bar part of the barcade, ordering himself an iced tea.

[maudlingraves]

“Don’t worry, some o’them are kept electronically, I’m not that much o’a technophobe.” He grins. “I keep a spreadsheet ‘nd such usin’ the Office app on my phone. Though it would be pretty Moros t’have everythin’ written down in a dusty tome or somethin’ like that.”

[jack-inthe-green]

A text, from Maud: [Heyya Jack. If youre free do you wanna meet at the WT?]

sounds good. see you in fifteen.

And lo, about thirteen minutes later, Jack ambles into the bar part of the barcade, ordering himself an iced tea.

[jack-inthe-green]

“Yeah, that’s true. Don’t worry too hard, though. You’ll get wrinkles.” Jack chuckles, reaching over to tousle Maud’s hair. “You’ve got all the tools you need. Have you looked into the history of the place to figure out who the ghost might be?”

[maudlingraves]

“I’ve done a little research. I’m thinkin’ they’re a murder victim, a woman who lived on the top floor about a decade ago. Though the few people who live there don’t know all that much, seein’ as it happened before they moved in. I was thinkin’ o’going t’a library ‘nd checking newspapers for more info.”

[jack-inthe-green]

“You could also look online, there might be something. A decade ago was 2008–that means something’s probably archived online.”

[maudlingraves]

“Hmm, you’re right. Though I, uh, ain’t exactly sure how I’d go about doin’ that.” He rubs the back of his neck, giving a nervous smile. “Still haven’t got handy in usin’ computers ‘nd the such.”

[jack-inthe-green]

Jack leans in, chuckling. “Adaptability is Strength. You ought to at least know how to do a google search, Maud.”

[maudlingraves]

“That’s a search engine, right? I think I can use one o’them. I should maybe look int’gettin’ a laptop or somethin’... would be good fer the shop as well.”

[jack-inthe-green]

A text, from Maud: [Heyya Jack. If youre free do you wanna meet at the WT?]

sounds good. see you in fifteen.

And lo, about thirteen minutes later, Jack ambles into the bar part of the barcade, ordering himself an iced tea.

[jack-inthe-green]

“Yeah, that’s true. Don’t worry too hard, though. You’ll get wrinkles.” Jack chuckles, reaching over to tousle Maud’s hair. “You’ve got all the tools you need. Have you looked into the history of the place to figure out who the ghost might be?”

[maudlingraves]

“I’ve done a little research. I’m thinkin’ they’re a murder victim, a woman who lived on the top floor about a decade ago. Though the few people who live there don’t know all that much, seein’ as it happened before they moved in. I was thinkin’ o’going t’a library ‘nd checking newspapers for more info.”

[jack-inthe-green]

“You could also look online, there might be something. A decade ago was 2008–that means something’s probably archived online.”

[maudlingraves]

“Hmm, you’re right. Though I, uh, ain’t exactly sure how I’d go about doin’ that.” He rubs the back of his neck, giving a nervous smile. “Still haven’t got handy in usin’ computers ‘nd the such.”

[jack-inthe-green]

A text, from Maud: [Heyya Jack. If youre free do you wanna meet at the WT?]

sounds good. see you in fifteen.

And lo, about thirteen minutes later, Jack ambles into the bar part of the barcade, ordering himself an iced tea.

[jack-inthe-green]

“Yeah, that’s true. Don’t worry too hard, though. You’ll get wrinkles.” Jack chuckles, reaching over to tousle Maud’s hair. “You’ve got all the tools you need. Have you looked into the history of the place to figure out who the ghost might be?”

[maudlingraves]

“I’ve done a little research. I’m thinkin’ they’re a murder victim, a woman who lived on the top floor about a decade ago. Though the few people who live there don’t know all that much, seein’ as it happened before they moved in. I was thinkin’ o’going t’a library ‘nd checking newspapers for more info.”

[jack-inthe-green]

A text, from Maud: [Heyya Jack. If youre free do you wanna meet at the WT?]

sounds good. see you in fifteen.

And lo, about thirteen minutes later, Jack ambles into the bar part of the barcade, ordering himself an iced tea.

[maudlingraves]

“I hope y’mean that in the metaphorical sense.” He returns the grin, opening the doors to the VIP area and leads the way to the closest free booth. “I received a client recently, ‘nd they want me t’deal with a ghost hauntin’ a buildin’ that they are wantin’ to sell. Usual horror movie shtick, ‘cept that the poor ghost ain’t actually causin’ all that much harm.”

[jack-inthe-green]

“Alright. What angle of attack do you want on this? Ethics? Practicality? Gut feeling?”

[maudlingraves]

“My gut feelin’ says I should move ‘em out the house so I can help them move on in a safer location. But then my second thoughts kick in ‘nd say that might'n disturb them ‘nd we get full blown horror flick, mind y'this place is a tenement building, ‘nd a couple'a folks still live there.” He pauses to take a sip. “The client doesn’t seem like an ass, no malicious intent or anythin’ like that.”

[jack-inthe-green]

“Tried asking the ghost? It’s not harming anyone, it might have enough selfness left to understand ‘let me move you, please’.”

[maudlingraves]

“I tried talkin’ t’ it, but it’s the kind that don’t wanna pay attention. Might'n be I just haven’t found the right way t'get the message across…” He scratches the back of his neck, his eyes narrowing with thought.

[jack-inthe-green]

“You’re a Death Mage. You can force it to listen. Get its attention, and make your point. I’ve had to do that with spirits a few times.”

[maudlingraves]

“I suppose…” He shifts in his chair awkwardly. “Yeah. I’ll do that. I suppose the manners I was taught still override the fact that I’m a mage ‘nd can do such thin’s… gettin’ this far it’s a wonder that I’ve managed t'deal with ghosts before.” He lets out a small chuckle, followed by a grin.

[jack-inthe-green]

Jack laughs and gently taps a fist against Maud’s head. “You’re a mage. You can do almost anything.”

[maudlingraves]

“Doesn’t mean that we should do almost anythin’. As we both know there’s thin’s that I shouldn’t do as a Death Mage.” Maud smiles, chuckling along with Jack.

“But yeah, puttin’ ghosts t'rest is a part o'the business. Didn’t call my shop Soul Music fer no reason.”

[jack-inthe-green]

“Do you want backup when you go to deal with the ghost? I’m an Initiate of Death, myself. Though…if you want another Moros, you might consider Reason’s ward, Fray.”

[maudlingraves]

"I'll consider on askin' the kid... and I suppose I should also ask Reason first. I usually don't take back-up with me t'exorcise a ghost, but with how much thought I've been puttin' int' this- well, it's been worryin'." He rubs his left eye with the back of his hand, and finishes his drink.

"Most other times I had t'deal with the dead it's been in abandoned places, in the country. Thin's are different 'ere, closer together."

[jack-inthe-green]

A text, from Maud: [Heyya Jack. If youre free do you wanna meet at the WT?]

sounds good. see you in fifteen.

And lo, about thirteen minutes later, Jack ambles into the bar part of the barcade, ordering himself an iced tea.

[maudlingraves]

“I hope y’mean that in the metaphorical sense.” He returns the grin, opening the doors to the VIP area and leads the way to the closest free booth. “I received a client recently, ‘nd they want me t’deal with a ghost hauntin’ a buildin’ that they are wantin’ to sell. Usual horror movie shtick, ‘cept that the poor ghost ain’t actually causin’ all that much harm.”

[jack-inthe-green]

“Alright. What angle of attack do you want on this? Ethics? Practicality? Gut feeling?”

[maudlingraves]

“My gut feelin’ says I should move ‘em out the house so I can help them move on in a safer location. But then my second thoughts kick in ‘nd say that might'n disturb them ‘nd we get full blown horror flick, mind y'this place is a tenement building, ‘nd a couple'a folks still live there.” He pauses to take a sip. “The client doesn’t seem like an ass, no malicious intent or anythin’ like that.”

[jack-inthe-green]

“Tried asking the ghost? It’s not harming anyone, it might have enough selfness left to understand ‘let me move you, please’.”

[maudlingraves]

“I tried talkin’ t’ it, but it’s the kind that don’t wanna pay attention. Might'n be I just haven’t found the right way t'get the message across…” He scratches the back of his neck, his eyes narrowing with thought.

[jack-inthe-green]

“You’re a Death Mage. You can force it to listen. Get its attention, and make your point. I’ve had to do that with spirits a few times.”

[maudlingraves]

“I suppose…” He shifts in his chair awkwardly. “Yeah. I’ll do that. I suppose the manners I was taught still override the fact that I’m a mage ‘nd can do such thin’s… gettin’ this far it’s a wonder that I’ve managed t'deal with ghosts before.” He lets out a small chuckle, followed by a grin.

[jack-inthe-green]

Jack laughs and gently taps a fist against Maud’s head. “You’re a mage. You can do almost anything.”

[maudlingraves]

"Doesn't mean that we should do almost anythin'. As we both know there's thin's that I shouldn't do as a Death Mage." Maud smiles, chuckling along with Jack.

"But yeah, puttin' ghosts t'rest is a part o'the business. Didn't call my shop Soul Music fer no reason."

[jack-inthe-green]

A text, from Maud: [Heyya Jack. If youre free do you wanna meet at the WT?]

sounds good. see you in fifteen.

And lo, about thirteen minutes later, Jack ambles into the bar part of the barcade, ordering himself an iced tea.

[maudlingraves]

“I hope y’mean that in the metaphorical sense.” He returns the grin, opening the doors to the VIP area and leads the way to the closest free booth. “I received a client recently, ‘nd they want me t’deal with a ghost hauntin’ a buildin’ that they are wantin’ to sell. Usual horror movie shtick, ‘cept that the poor ghost ain’t actually causin’ all that much harm.”

[jack-inthe-green]

“Alright. What angle of attack do you want on this? Ethics? Practicality? Gut feeling?”

[maudlingraves]

“My gut feelin’ says I should move ‘em out the house so I can help them move on in a safer location. But then my second thoughts kick in ‘nd say that might'n disturb them ‘nd we get full blown horror flick, mind y'this place is a tenement building, ‘nd a couple'a folks still live there.” He pauses to take a sip. “The client doesn’t seem like an ass, no malicious intent or anythin’ like that.”

[jack-inthe-green]

“Tried asking the ghost? It’s not harming anyone, it might have enough selfness left to understand ‘let me move you, please’.”

[maudlingraves]

“I tried talkin’ t’ it, but it’s the kind that don’t wanna pay attention. Might'n be I just haven’t found the right way t'get the message across…” He scratches the back of his neck, his eyes narrowing with thought.

[jack-inthe-green]

“You’re a Death Mage. You can force it to listen. Get its attention, and make your point. I’ve had to do that with spirits a few times.”

[maudlingraves]

"I suppose..." He shifts in his chair awkwardly. "Yeah. I'll do that. I suppose the manners I was taught still override the fact that I'm a mage 'nd can do such thin's... gettin' this far it's a wonder that I've managed t'deal with ghosts before." He lets out a small chuckle, followed by a grin.

[cameoamalthea]

Legally a house can be haunted and failure to disclose that the property is haunted can constitute fraudulent misrepresentation and is grounds for recession of contract. Meaning poltergeists are legally treated the same as termites or other pests.

This sounds like a cryptid post but this is actual U.S. case law. 

The issue came up in a case where a family bought a house and later discovered it was on a ghost tour. The buyer had no way of knowing the house was haunted since that’s no something buyer’s usually ask, but the previous owner knew and should have disclosed it. Since the owner had reported paranormal activity in both local and national publications describing at length how  haunted the house was court decided he couldn’t very well say there’s no such thing as ghosts now.

This resulted in legal president that recognizes the existence of haunted houses. Also the court’s opinion is probably the most entertaining legal opinion you will ever read.

[the-venereal-bede-deactivated20]

i would love to see smth where someone moves into a new house, finds out its haunted, and their first and lasting reaction is im gonna sue the shit out of that bastard who sold me this house

[definite-human]

You go to a ghost movie expecting the standard horror fare only to discover it’s actually a legal drama

[dollsahoy]

I am duty bound to tag @ramblingandpie (although I know it’s different branch of law)

[ramblingandpie]

I have studied this case though! And the decision is kind of amazing. Like. The Judge just threw in as many ghost puns as he possibly could.

And it is also a SUPER important case in NYS law that basically establishes that a seller cannot lie by omission about anything super unusual about a house that would not show up on a routine inspection! Like if people will come by in a bus every day and gawk at your house and try to come up to your windows to peek inside and basically be All Up In Your Grill. It also establishes that a seller cannot intentionally cover up a significant defect.

And, yeah. Ghost puns.