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[matriarcarivera]

@mary-stuart-odonnell

“¿Paranormal?” Imelda repeated, sounding muy escéptica despite the many things that had been happening for a long time, longer than days or weeks, it had been several years that there had been these sorts of things in Santa Cecilia. Imelda always presumed it was local chicos with nothing better to do but to play bromas estúpidas or it was simply that the pueblito was falling apart. How else to explain things that went missing or things breaking...and the sound of música being played near her casa was definitely more trick than phantom. Some people in Santa Cecilia did not respect the ban she had placed in her familia. 

“I think quizás you have a strong imaginación. Nada más”

[matriarcarivera]

@mary-stuart-odonnell

Imelda sighed with impatience. “I do not like when I have to interrupt things that should not be happening en primer lugar. We may be dead, but that does not mean we are not busy, and quizás if you all learned what is the natural order, and things you should not be playing around with, we would not be called so often to stop--” Imelda cut herself as she saw the persona who had been doing what they should not be doing. It was not someone demanding life change its reglos, it was not someone demanding at all. It was someone pleading. Someone in pain. 

Though still frustrated by the fact she had clearly been trying to break the rules of vida y muerte the sight of her forced Imelda to be a little more patient. 

“Who did you think you were trying to bring back? And why did you think you could?”

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                      ❝ Indeed...what a charming notion.❞  She lifts a brow sardonically, a short laugh escaping soon after. At first, she had assumed the words had been in jest, ( albeit of the un-amusing sort.) By & By Rodmilla comes to understand the girl is serious. Perhaps the Irish were naturally inclined to such outrageous mannerisms, who could say?